<font color=silver>Don't you dare pity me.</font> -- RD Present: County Hospital

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

Mon, May 18 2026, 4:54am PDT [ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, [4], 5, 6, 7 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: Tue, Feb 11 2003, 4:53pm PST
Author: Erica
Subject: Don't you dare pity me.
In reply to: .owen. 's message, ".Love.That.Book." on Tue, Feb 11 2003, 4:03pm PST

The only reason she'd wanted him come was to open his eyes as to how her life worked - what special activities she had to endure. She hadn't wanted him to see her right after she'd gotten the shit beaten out of her, and she still didn't want him to see her mother the way she was now. She swallows a bit and continues reading as Sherry speaks to Owen. "Oh how nice. I wonder, did Erica ever tell you about how she won the Triple Crown with that little filly of hers? Our son, Erica's twin, was oh-so-happy that day.." The woman was woozy, and was so out of her mind that she'd speak about Ross in front of her husband - a definate no no. The grip that held Erica's arm had tightened once more, the man's anger building. Finally he barks out, "Enough! No more talking, let the girl read." He was a poor drunk who was stronger than he deserved to be. As the woman starts speaking again the man cuts down on her, "I said enough you fucking whore, go find some cupcake to eat on before I find a way out of this bed." And the woman leaves, more like a little kid now that she was on her medication. Erica's eyes were closed until her father urges her on, "Read."

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

.At.This.Moment.I.Pity.You.Because.I.Love.You. -- .owen., Wed, Feb 12 2003, 4:03am PST
- It'll strange me.. -- Erica, Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:08pm PST
  - .It's.Not.You. -- .owen., Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:25pm PST
    - Fugitive slave act. -- Erica, Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:36pm PST
      - .Oz..Wow. -- .owen., Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:45pm PST
        Ethan? -- Erica, Wed, Feb 12 2003, 3:55pm PST
        .Mommy-Not-So-Dearest. -- .owen., Wed, Feb 12 2003, 4:09pm PST
        Goose-egg shaped things -- Erica, Wed, Feb 12 2003, 4:23pm PST
        .Not.Very.Funny. -- .owen., Thu, Feb 13 2003, 4:09am PST
        Oh.. but you don't know how funny it is.. -- Erica, Thu, Feb 13 2003, 1:35pm PST
        .With.You. -- .owen., Thu, Feb 13 2003, 2:20pm PST

Forum timezone: GMT-8
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums^(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.