Morrigan
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Alice looked at him from the edge of her eyes. "Lie to me baby. That'll make me feel better."
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"No more of the bullshit with the thugs and shit. You have to look for a real job. I'll have my fixer fix your crap but you have to give me all your legit paperwork," he added.
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"I don't want to be on a fucking desk Seth," she nearly snapped at him. "And I know I want kids but fuck..... fuck.... fuck...... what am I supposed to do? I am going to lose who I am. What I am."
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Richie tensed his jaw a few times before adjusting the bat. It was his dad's if he were honest because Seth was always the baseball boy.
It took at least a solid minute before he finally relented. "Fine. But I'm not getting you another fucking apartment like I did last time. You stay in my guest room and you have to be back here by eleven, even if I'm not."
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"Yeah right," he said to her indicating toward the door. "You've already slapped my hand away once. I'm not waiting for you to sneak out while I'm not looking cause if you do I'm calling my judge friends and I'll let them go freak out your little shit hole. Come on," he indicated toward the door again.
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"If you're not going to take my attempt to help you for yourself I'm going to at least make sure that your little shit head friend knows that if you somehow get hurt he's answering to me," Richie said. "And lets be honest, its better than me sending the cities meanest judges after him. Punisher and Duchess are good friends and won't just threaten," he reminded her of her wounded leg.
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Richie went down the hall and grabbed a tank top that was still basically see-through, his bat and keys once he slipped his shoes on. He walked back out into the living room. "Come on," he said.
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"Yeah. Not going to happen. Let me go grab my keys and a shirt. Your shoes are next to the couch," he indicated toward it.
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Richie turned to look at her. Crossing his arms over his bare chest. "So am I going down to the gym to work out or am I taking you back to the shit hole?"
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"Apparently he didn't think so or he figured it would open you up to more. Seen kids like that sell girls to people for a brain dance snuff film. Shit like that gets people off and who is gonna miss a girl like you?" he asked with a straight face as he took the final bite of his food and stood up to turn around and rinse his plate to put it into the dishwasher.
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"Because when I pulled up outside of that shit hole you're staying at he was pacing, running his hand through his hair, biting his nails and arguing with a bunch of other kids and I know you were drugged. You were nearly unconscious before I got you into my car."
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"I think he drugged you last night," Richie said after a long pause before he took his next bite of food.
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"I don't want to take a break," she said to him. "As long as all my fuck ups don't cause me to miscarry then I'm... never mind. Fuck."
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"Like more than friends," Richie clarified.
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"Not really," she said to him.
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"I see," he nodded as he considered it for a moment. "Does he like you?"
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Yeah," she huffed as she settled into the couch a little more heavily with an angry huff.
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"I guess. Is he always twitchy and nervous?"
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Eventually the food would arrive and Seth would go to grab it. It was as they were eating. "I think I need to take a leave at least until my leg is healed," she finally admitted reluctantly. "I feel like walking on it all day is just make it worse."
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Richie turned and flipped his eggs over as he liked them over easy. Which meant a few seconds later he was sitting down with his food, his coffee and fork to eat. He had turned off the stove and just started to eat his food trying to avoid the topic of where she was staying currently. He should have honestly left her to her fate last night and just taken his girlfriend home.
"Who is the scrawny black haired kid with the green snot looking swoosh in his hair," Richie indicated to where his hair swooshed from his bangs with his finger. He was finally broaching the subject of the boy that seemed extremely nervous last night when he was about to drop her off, halfway done with his food.
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Richie moved to grab her a water bottle from the fridge and settled it beside her plate. "I can make more if you're still hungry," although if it was like when it happened to Ursula he doubted she would be very hungry.
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"Well you were doing a pretty good job of it," he said as he settled some scrambled eggs onto a plate for her and placed some bacon and toast. He cracked two more eggs into the pan and moved to grab her a fork and hand it to her. "Do you want milk, orange juice or cold water?"
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"That would be Saralynn," he said. "She was going on about how you pushed her and then slapped her last night. She was pretty pissed I was taking you home," though at the time he was taking her to the hovel she was calling home.
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"Is it the fact that I have a girlfriend what surprises you or that it was my girlfriend that you got into a fight with?"
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Richie nearly wanted a bigger argument. "Fine," he said. "First room on the right."
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