"I drift away to a place
Another kind of life
Take away the pain
I create my paradise.Okay, so maybe it isn't the warmest day in the history of the universe, but it isn't raining, and the little bit of money I bring home today will mean the world to Mike... I'll just finish up this song, then we'll head home. Poor Savannah's probably freezing to
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"Really good timing," I nodded with a smile. "You brought the rain to listen to all that pretty music."
I had been anticipating this afternoon. I spent my whole PE class rushing around the track waiting for what would come after school. I smiled taking her hand. "You need any help?" I asked. I wanted to say more about her song, but it didn't feel like the right time right now.
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She's smiling, so I assume that means she likes what she heard. Or maybe she didn't and she's just being polite? There's my amazingly lack reading people skills at work again. I know very well what's going on in my head, everyone else, not so much.
"Nah, I'm kinda used to lugging this thing around with me everywhere, but thanks." I replied, giving her hand a squeeze. "It was nice that you were here today, you know?"
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I smiled wider to her, as we started towards her house, "I really liked hearing your music, Case. Like really really. I'm glad you invited me along."
I couldn't help thinking of what her father had done to her and her brother to cause so much pain in such a beautiful voice.
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"Anyway, I'm glad you liked it. Music's kinda subjective, you know? What one person loves, someone else could absolutely hate." I pointed out to her. "I must sound crazy...wanting a pile of grammys which means a recording contract which means people would hear my music, but being worried about what you would think about it..." I commented, shaking my head a little.
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I gave a quick glance around her room. So it wasn't a pretty room and it definitely didn't match in nice blue tones, but it was home to her - and it did have pretty curtains. I smiled at the stuffed bear on the bed. "He have a name?" I asked, motioning towards it.
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"Mr. Bear." I told her. "Not the most creative name in the world, but I was three when I got him." I smiled. He'd been my birthday present from Mike that year. I still figure he must have saved whatever money he'd gotten for his birthday to get me something nice, not that he'll ever tell me if he did.
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"Well, Mr. Bear is awfully cute." I commented, gently picking the stuffed animal up. "I think I may be Bi-stuffed animal curious," I teased softly.
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Logically I knew she was playing, but it wouldn't be any fun if I refused to play along with her little game, would it?
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I had to shiver at the image in my mind of their father and what Mike would do to protect her.
I held her closer, protectively. "I'm not going to let you ever get hurt by him."
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I took a few breaths and relaxed slightly in her arms, snuggling closer to her, feeling calmer and safer with her arms around me. "He can't hurt me anymore. He doesn't have a clue where we are." I whispered, my voice still a little shaky. I smiled softly to her. "You're so amazing. Most people would probably just want to stay out of it, you know? Not make any huge promises."
I wondered if she knew how much the fact that she wanted to do whatever she could to make sure I was safe. "Maybe it's that whole feeling like we've known each other forever thing?" I asked quietly. There was a bigger question I wanted to ask, but I didn't want to freak her out on top of everything else I'd just dumped on her.
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