#ragingfires

   Khepri stared down the man - thing - before her, defensively crossing her arms over her chest, her injured hand laying limply atop her forearm. The receipt laid in front of her and she carefully pulled it closer so she could examine it. It all checked out - the date was right, everything was right. He had bought flowers, a cake...balloons. They had some stupid fight about her being pregnant before he stormed out, and he must have had a change of heart. The realization broke her heart some more, but she refused to let any tears spill over. She had done enough crying in the past two years. 

   Carefully, she pushed the receipt back in his direction. “I told you I was pregnant that night.” Khepri paused, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear before continuing. “We argued over the baby, you stormed out. I can only assume that you were buying a cake, balloons, and flowers after a change of heart.” A shallow breath left her lips, a futile attempt to calm herself. The girl couldn’t believe that this was her life. That her ex-boyfriend was a vampire who had no memory of his human life - who had literally been living in the same area all of this time. 

   “I wrote your parents, you know. They never liked me...but this..” she bit down on her lip, almost hard enough to make it bleed. “This is so messed up.” Despite her best efforts and her vow to herself just a few moments earlier, a few tears slipped down her cheeks. “I wrote them when I said you disappeared, when I had the child...pictures, everything. Invited them to the babyshower, to ultrasounds, everything - they didn’t mention it? Me?” The questions were posed, but she knew the answer. Wes’ family never once accepted her or liked it, and it seemed to still be haunting her.  

     The water was ice cold against the palm of her hand. A frustrated groan fell from Marley's lips. All she wanted was to take a nice hot shower. Especially since she had a long day ahead of her. She was supposed to be getting down to business when it came to her work. Her new line was going to be going public in a few weeks. That meant that there was tons to do and not enough time to do it. That was why she wanted to start off her morning with a shower to wake her up a bit. Instead she was standing in her bathroom and the water coming out of the faucet was freezing. Her lip jutted out in a pout before she was reaching to turn it off. She slowly stood upright, glancing around and wondering what to do. Both of her hands went to her hips and her teeth sunk into her lower lip. How was she supposed to start her day unless she had her shower? Some might have called her insane but she had her rituals. She reached to pick up her towel along with her robe and let it drape across her arms. The idea that had popped in her head was possibly a bit odd.

    Exhaustion was the only thing that Desmond felt. When was the last time he had gotten more than three hours of sleep? That was why he had chosen against going out that night. Instead he had taken a shower, ordered some take out and intended on crashing early. Almost everything had gone as planned besides the crashing early part. He was sprawled out on his bed, the blankets tossed aside. His eyes were shut and his hands at his sides. The one thing that was preventing him from sleeping was the sound of crying. Not just any kind of crying though but it was the sound of an infant's cry. The only reason he knew that was because he came from a rather big family. Though it had been years since he had actually seen any of them. There was no possible way he could forget the sound of a baby crying. The sound was coming from across the way and apparently the child had quite a good set of lungs on them. He couldn't help but groan and slammed the pillow over his face. What was he supposed to do? If he didn't get any sleep he knew that the next day would go horribly. A new shipment was coming in and he had to meet with a few new business partners. A few minutes went by and the crying seemed to actually get louder if that was possible.

    Khepri was used to being alone. Ever since Wesley walked out on her, almost two years ago, the brunette had stayed relatively to herself. It was better that way. After they had lost the child, nothing was the same. A relationship that was built on love, understanding, and kindness, had collapsed into one of hatred and hostility, leaving Khepri devastated. She found that reaching out to him was futile, he never responded, only shattering her already broken heart more. Her boxing career had skyrocketed, but she remained an enigma to the public, a mystery that she wasn’t going to let anyone crack. 

#WATCHMOVIE HERE: Hammond Report September 12 2020 From Pandemic Quarantino Jon Hammond 19 Broadway 

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Hammond Report September 12 2020 From Pandemic Quarantino Jon Hammond 19 Broadway

by

 Jon Hammond 

Hammond Report September 12 2020 from Pandemic Quarantino Jon Hammond - Daily Music and Stories from the organist & accordionist Jon Hammond, today's story about playing a gig in 

19 Broadway club in

Fairfax, California

by San Anselmo, where they always have a flooding problem when it rains and we could use some rain right now! My heart goes out to all the folks suffering displaced and missing from the raging fires in Oregon, California and the western states!! Stay safe out there everybody, the smoke is unhealthy too - on top of the pandemic and everything else, remember to mask up! I'll be back tomorrow with another Hammond Report -

Jon Hammond - 

Jon Hammond Band

#HammondReport#MusicAndStories #19broadway #12September2020 #shuffleblues#ragingfires

Publication date

 2020-09-12

Usage

 Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 4.0 International

Topics

 Hammond Report, 12 September 2020, Shuffle Blues, 19 Broadway, Raging Fires, Hammond Organist, Jon Hammond, Fairfax California, Marin County

Language

 English

Addeddate

 2020-09-12 19:07:27

Identifier

 hammond-report-september-12-2020-from-pandemic-quarantino-jon-hammond-19-broadway 

new tag: forget the game bc morgan out here making olive proud

*evil laughter*

doooo ittt