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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 11, 2011 19:38:20 GMT
"Hector, look at me. I'm a drunk and a whore. This is what I do now."
Jenna pointed at the bar and sighed. Hurt filled her eyes once more and she shook her head.
"No. No, I couldn't."
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 11, 2011 19:40:26 GMT
Rath buried his face in Jenna's skirt as he cried.
"Please don't go away mommy! Me and daddy love you!"
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 11, 2011 19:42:07 GMT
"I'm sorry, Rath," Jenna apologized. "I'm probably the worst mother on the planet."
She sighed and tried to conceal the long slit in the side of her dress.
"But I can't stay. I can't live with anyone ever again."
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 11, 2011 19:48:15 GMT
"Why not?" Rath crtied. "Daddy won't hurt you. I'll be a good boy! Why won't you stay?"
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 11, 2011 19:49:37 GMT
"It doesn't have anything to do with you," Jenna assured Rath. "It's just...I've been hurt too many times to put myself into another situation like this, see?"
Jenna turned and took a step towards the bar.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 11, 2011 19:50:56 GMT
"Did daddy hurt you?" Rath asked. "Why don't you love daddy anymore? He loves you."
Rath took Jenna's hand.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 11, 2011 19:54:25 GMT
"No, but someone else did."
Jenna took another look at the bar and looked at Barbossa.
"Hector, can you call your son? You know I can't stay. I'm already missing clients."
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 11, 2011 19:56:49 GMT
Barbossa picked up Rath.
"Why's mommy leaving?" he cried. "Why can't I go with her?"
"Yer mother be working", Barbossa answered.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 11, 2011 19:58:25 GMT
Jenna gave Rath a small smile as tears filled her eyes.
"I don't want to go there. I don't want to work anymore. It hurts me everytime, but I have to. There's no other way to survive."
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 11, 2011 20:03:02 GMT
"Ya can come back ta me", Barbossa said. "I'm not a privateer 'nymore, we can live in peace."
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