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Date Posted: 10:06:03 06/06/06 Tue
Author: Justin
Subject: inside
In reply to: Gia 's message, "
Don't fight, don't argue
Give me a chance to say that I'm sorry
Just let me love you
Don't turn me away
Don't tell me to go
" on 09:54:51 06/05/06 Mon

He was pacing the room for a good fifteen minutes, his hands fisting in his hair as he berated himself for everything under the sun - for falling for this girl in the first place, for letting her go meet those men, for not being there for her enough, for not realizing she was pregnant, for bringing the team out here after her, for still caring for her, for sleeping with Courtney, for leading Courtney on, for hurting yet another person in his life...there was plenty that he could yell at himself for. He had failed Gia, failed the child she was carrying and would soon fail Courtney, he was sure of it. Hell, he had even failed Haylie by not being the man she needed and thus her ending up with Kyrian who was just an asshole half the time. With a sigh, he looked over at Gia, his eyes narrowing a touch. Taking a step closer, he picked up her arm and ran his fingers gently over the marks. What the hell was going on around here? Why did she have track marks on her arms?

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  • (She shifted as he touched her arm, moaning low in her throat and when her eyes opened she looked at him for just a moment before her eyes suddenly widened and she scrambled up out of the bed. She ran for the bathroom and lost what little was in her stomach, dry heaving mostly, remaining in there for a few moments before emerging again. She looked tired, old and wasted.. nothing like the beautiful, strong and vibrant woman she had been before the assault. With a sigh, she sluffed across the room and flopped back down on the bed, curling up on her side and hugging a pillow to her chest in the same manner she used to do at his apartment, gazing at Skeeter with a calm expression. She had come down from her high, but she was feeling horrible because of it.) (NT) -- Gia, 10:59:20 06/06/06 Tue
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