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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 6, 2006 13:45:24 GMT
I sigh deeply "I wish I could" I mumble and I look down "My mother has a lot of strange men over, I don't want to be around then...they're really...icky' I sigh 'And if she'll see me like this then she won't be happy at all' I admit 'she'll get mad..so... I rather not go home either.... Never ' I add in a whisper. I almost feel guilty because my mother has taken care of me for so long...well.. just nine years and I don't know if what she did was 'taking care' of me
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Post by Jacky on Jun 6, 2006 13:51:28 GMT
I frown.. So far I had thought I was the only unlucky kid in entire Tortuga. But her mother doesn't sound nice either. "Is she a wh0re?" I ask, but then I realize how insulting that must sound to her if it's not the case, and I bite my lip, "I mean eh.. .. eh.. you know." I mumble, "Is she?"
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 6, 2006 13:56:04 GMT
I shrug "I guess they call it that way' I answer in a whisper.
I'm scared that this'll scare Jack away. I thought he was my friend but... who would be a friend of a wh0res child ? No one would right ? I mean .. doesn't this mean I'll become a wh0re too eventually ? I'm in the wrong environment, I can't become any better can I? "Stupid huh?" I ask him, since I think my mother sure is stupid..
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Post by Jacky on Jun 6, 2006 14:04:19 GMT
I shrug my shoulders again, not thinking much of it at all. If you have a father like mine not much can be considered 'lowlife'. Or actually 'lower' life. I know about the wh0res of Tortuga, the places where they work and what they look like.. With living my life comes the knowladge of these sort of things. So I'm not really shocked or anything. I'm not much at all.
"So what do you want to do?" I ask, because I *am* wondering what her plan is now. If she doesn't want to go home.. well she has to, sooner or later. Anybody sleeping on the streets would surely risk getting killed, and neither she or I have enough money to buy shelter.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 6, 2006 14:07:43 GMT
I shrug. To be honest I haven't thought of that yet. Perhaps eat something or play games untill it's a bit more safe to come back home ? "We can eat right ? I can go to the market to get bread, fruit and milk" I offer. I open my hand with the coins in it and grin 'We've got enough to eat untill we're stuffed !" I say exitedly. "I'm going home when my mother might be in town, tonight"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 6, 2006 14:14:17 GMT
I nod, agreeing with that. I get up and leave the bloodred piece of her dress laying on the ground. That won't be of much use to her anymore anyway. "I'll come" I tell her, because anything's better than sitting around waiting.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 6, 2006 14:16:37 GMT
I chuckle "You're not scared to go onto the market again?" I ask him carefully. I mean, they chased him a long time, what if they recognize him and he gets grabbed again ? His father was scary already and Jack didn't even do anything to him, I bet the person who he stole from will be even more scary!
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Post by Jacky on Jun 6, 2006 14:26:27 GMT
I shrug "If we stay away from that fruitstand then I don't think they'll see me." I explain, as we walk out of the alley side by side. "They have to stay near there after all."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jun 6, 2006 14:30:54 GMT
I nod, finding that a good enough idea. "Okay, we will" I nod again and I take Jack's hand in mine and we make our way over to the market.
I stay silent along the way but in my mind the questions just keep popping up. Why does Jack have a father like that ? How did he manage to survive his hittings ? What will happen if he goes back to his house ? Will I see him again after this ?
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Post by Jacky on Jun 6, 2006 14:33:38 GMT
As she takes my hand I smile slightly.. cos at least she still seems to want to be my friend, despite all that she found out so far. I hold her hand firmly as we stroll over the market, and my stomach starts grumbling when we get near a bakery from where the scent of freshly baked bread floats through the air.
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