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Post by Daz on Dec 18, 2007 21:10:16 GMT
I lay there and watch him, sleepily..
"You're comin' home." the guy on the other end mutters, grumpily.. "This little charade of yours has been goin' on for too long now. Time to stop playing games, jack."
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Post by Jacky on Dec 18, 2007 21:15:31 GMT
Well that about wakes me up. "Dad?" I frown, "What the fuck.." I mutter under my breath. "You kicked me out, remember?"
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Post by Daz on Dec 18, 2007 21:18:18 GMT
"Yeah, but legally yer still ours. We want you back, Jacky. You can't just run away like this. Yer mams been worried sick about ya.."
I frown, yawning a little.. "Wha..?"
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Post by Jacky on Dec 18, 2007 21:19:28 GMT
Since when does my mom care about anything? I bite my lip to restrain myself from saying that.
"..I uh.. I'll like.. think about it." I say, "I don't think I *want* to come back."
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Post by Daz on Dec 18, 2007 21:20:45 GMT
"Y' gotta.. we're moving to Georgia."
"Yer alright?" I mouth, silently, looking up at him.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 18, 2007 21:31:09 GMT
I don't react to Anouk that instant, my brain computing what my father said. "What?! Well.. I'm not coming! I'm not moving again!" They can't make me!
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Post by Daz on Dec 18, 2007 21:34:11 GMT
"You don't have a choice, Jack. As long as your still a kid, yer our responsibility. We know where you are, we aint stupid. Listen.. you got about a week or so and then we'll be around to pick you up, right? If you don't come we'll go get social services to get you out."
"Jack?"
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Post by Jacky on Dec 18, 2007 21:36:02 GMT
"Why the hell do you want me to come?" I ask my dad.
I look at Anouk and make a desperate gesture.. not sure what to do anyway.
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Post by Daz on Dec 18, 2007 21:38:39 GMT
"You may be a mess, but yer still our son. We can't just leave you here, with a few kids that you barely know."
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Post by Jacky on Dec 18, 2007 21:47:21 GMT
"They know *me* better than you do!" I snap.
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