“Why the hell do you keep letting people beat the shit out of you? And what the hell did you do to piss so many people off? Like, what the fuck?” It may be none of her business, but she kind of feels like it is. It seems like all she's been doing lately is making sure no one finishes the job.

   “ So. Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that I have to raise the little one, with -- them ? “ It might have been impolite to point at the other, but Diana didn’t really care about that right now. She’s not sure she’d ever experienced so many emotions all at the same time. She was knocked for six and she wasn’t entirely sure what to think. Surprise had brushed across her expression but, she wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t unlike her best friends to pull something like this; perhaps it was their last little practical joke or - they’d created the will before the break up of their relationship and not bothered to change it. Both seemed pretty logical to her. She was so frustrated that she barely felt the tears that continued to sting her hues and trail down her reddened cheeks. “ You’ve got to be kidding me, that will never work. ”  She continues on, but it’s made very clear to her -- to them, that they don’t have much of a choice and she’s not willing to give the child up, not when she’s lost so much already.

    He was going to hell for this, but he believed he was going to hell anyway so it didn’t concern him. He approaches the female with a confident, bright and rather charming smile on his features, though he was unsure of how well this would work -- he was going to try his best. Seemed as though her brother needed a taste of his own medicine, and he was happy to deliver the punishment to him. It might have been mean to get her involved, to hurt her when she’d done nothing at all to him, or to his sister -- but collateral damage happened at the best of times, that’s one of the first lessons his family had taught him. “  -- do I know you from somewhere ?  “  he asks, acting as innocently as a man like him can possibly muster, “ sure i’ve seen you somewhere before.. “ he continues on, faux thoughtfulness becoming more evident upon his expression.

The knocking had been going steady for awhile now. “Go away.” Her voice is weak, and she knows who it is. It’s her neighbour. The one whom has made her personal demise their personal business. Using her hands to push herself off the floor her bare feet pad over the broken glass and she heads to the door. Wearing sweat shorts and a paint shirt-her eyes are red and puffy. She opens the door-just enough as the latch will allow. She hasn’t undone it so the door is only open enough for her to see the other and for them to see her. Her voice is a weak croak when she speaks.  “If you’ve come to gloat because you’ve been able to sleep for the past few months I’m really not in the mood.”

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