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07-23-05, 07:14 PM
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New, Cowboy Slut Barbie!!
Sheena sighed and tightened the knot that her shirt was in, she was wearing a plaid red shirt and it was tied up in an …interesting manner. Add her cowboy hat, snug boot cut jeans, and cowboy boots and she looked like a slut cowgirl. It didn’t help that her honey brown, was it went back to it's natural colour for ocne, hair was braided into just two French braids that hung over either of her shoulders. She didn’t really care what she looked like though because this would be the last time she was showing her stomach off for a long while. Nine, well six, months to be specific; yep Sheena got herself pregnant. And not with just anyone’s baby with Hayden’s baby…well babies. Amazingly her dilemma was getting worse; she was having Hayden’s twins while in love with Mike and still in high school and she was going to, in a couple minutes actually, lie to Mike and tell them that the kids were his. She didn’t want to say they were Hayden’s that would just be too…awkward. At least you’re not showing yet… Sheena had to be glad of that fact, even though she would start showing soon she still had a flat stomach for now.
Wiping her hands on her jeans for no real reason she walked down the aisle, she was in the barn, stopping at a stall near the end. Opening the door she reached in and lead a black and white mustang mare named Speckles out and over to the grooming area. She tied her lead to the pole there and began to brush Speckles down while her mind wandered. She had told Mike to meet her at the stables at two and now it was 2:10; she was starting to wonder if he wasn’t gonna come but then she reminded herself of the long drive to the Stables from the city. Sheena continued to brush Speckles while she waited for her boyfriend to show up.
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 Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now. She’s a punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker. Last edited by Sheena Alatorre : 07-23-05 at 07:15 PM. 
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07-25-05, 11:06 AM
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Mike really had no idea why the hell Sheena would want him to meet her at the stables. Out of all places, she had to decide on one of his least favourite place. Knowing them, they would end up having sex sometime that day and he wasn’t really up for having sex in a hayloft. And he wasn’t exactly fond of horses. A few years back, Sammi’s old horse had a bad temper with strangers. It would kick, bite, step, snort, and even butt a stranger with its head. Mike, unfortunately, was one of those strangers. When he first met the horse, he had felt the wrath of “Snookiepuss” (Sammi’s stupid name for the horse) and was head butted into a pile of horse manure before being stepped on. He ended up with a broken toe as well as a broken pride. After that, he swore that he would never go near a horse again. Until today.
Today was the only exception for being around horses again. It was Sheena. How could he deny his lover’s request? So grudgingly, Mike very slowly trudged up the hill towards the stables. He heard horses whinnying and neighing which left him grumbling and shuddering from past memories. He was dressed in his usual tight girl jeans and today he decided to wear a plain white, fitted t-shirt. In all, he sort of looked like a bad boy from the 60’s. He even had the aviator sunglasses on. So walking into the stables, he scrunched up his nose in dislike for the smell of horse dung and hay. He had no idea where he was meeting Sheena, so instead of looking around in every stall he stood at the open door and began to bellow out her name. “SHEENA?!!?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” He leaned against the door frame and waited for a response. While waiting, he got a few other responses from the stable hands and horses. They gave him weird looks while some of the horses snorted in discomfort. Mike, not being a horse person, didn’t think that he was disturbing the peace of the horses. He simply ignored the angry snorts and began to whistle a jolly tune.
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07-25-05, 06:19 PM
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Sheena was lost in thought so when she heard her boyfriend yelling for her she jumped about three feet. Shaking her head a bit she calmed Speckles and finished brushing her down. "Hang on a sec, babe." The girl didn't yell back quite as loud but she made sure he would be able to hear her. Once she finished brushing her mare Sheena slipped the mare's muzzle into her bridle and then she put the saddle blanket and saddle on the horse back cinching the girth tight before she braced one foot in the stirrup and swung her other leg over Speckles back. Settling in the saddle she unclipped the lead and then she backed the horse up before turning and walking out of the grooming area and down the aisle towards where Mike's voice had come from. "Hey, I already groomed and tacked up Fennic for you, he's waiting outside" She smiled at Mike, she couldn't help but be happy around him, even if she was about to tell him that she was pregnant. Absently she wondered if Mike would freak out because her hair was a normal colour; her roommates, Melissa and her twin, had freaked out which had been amusing.
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07-25-05, 06:35 PM
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Hearing the shout from his girlfriend, he stood and waited at the stable opening while he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He really didn’t want to venture any closer to the horses but really didn’t have a choice since Sheena was on a horse and getting closer by the second. His palms grew sweaty as his eyes followed the moving mare. It was just him and the horse. He barely acknowledged that Sheena was on Speckles until she spoke again. His eyes widened at the new information and he shook his head vigorously. “Oh, no… No. I-I, just…” He panicked, not wanting Sheena to know that he was scared of horses. So quickly, Mike made up and excuse at the top of his head. A pretty lame one too. “OH! I-I can’t! Y’see, my wrist…” He lifted up his arm as if it were delicate and let his hand droop lifelessly. “Yeah, I… Fell down the stairs. I think I br-... I mean, twisted it… I can’t ride F-Femur.” It was plain to see that he was lying right through all the stuttering and shifty eyes. Throughout the whole lie, he kept his eyes averted from her face; an obvious ‘liars sign’. When he finally gained control of his nervousness, he looked straight up at Sheena and tried to pretend that the horse she was sitting on wasn’t there. It was then that he noticed the hair colour and his eyes widened. “Whoa. WHOA. Where’d your hair go? Are you wearing a wig?” He shuffled forwards; careful to stay out of the horse’s way. Standing on his tip toes, he used his ‘hurt’ arm and tugged at one of Sheena’s braids. “WHOOOAAA.” He was so shocked by the new hair that he completely forgot that his wrist was supposed to hurt.
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This heart is bleeding desperation And these dreams, they're still worth fighting for Cause in my eyes, this is the only thing that I fucking have And I will never let this go.
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07-25-05, 07:53 PM
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Watching her boyfriend lie straight to her face Sheena raised a brow, it wasn't even a struggle to figure whether or not he was lying. It was obvious that he had hurt his wrist by spending too much time jacking Hayden off and not by tripping or whatever his lame excuse was. She arched a brow looking down at him. "Of course...you fell down the stairs. I think you spent a little too much time with Hayden and his 'friend' but that's just my opinion" She smirked and waited until he would look her in the face to smile. When he had a spazz attack because of her hair she laughed and then arched a brow as he tugged at her braids. "I thought you were hurt? Since you obviously aren't you will be riding Fennec" She smiled sweetly and then continued on to answer his questions. "My hair didn't go anywhere...it's just back to how it natural looks and I never wear wigs...they itch." She chuckled a little.
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Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now. She’s a punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker.
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07-25-05, 08:05 PM
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Mike was scratching the back of his head, trying to find a way out of horseback riding. There was no way he was going to ride a horse. At Sheena's accusation, Mike's head snapped up to look at her with wide eyes. He couldn't believe that she would say something like that. Sure, he was just with Hayden's monster an hour ago... But his monster wasn't that vicious that it would hurt his wrist... Too much. "Hell no. You know I'd only hurt my wrist with you." He added a wink before continuing with his bad lie. "And my wrist was hurt by f-falling down stairs." He stuttered a bit, but got his lying face back on. The very bad lying face. He cleared his throat, trying to distract Sheena away from his bad acting. As soon as she mentioned riding the horse, Mike grabbed his wrist and pretended to look like he was in pain. "N-No. I can't. My wrist will hurt if I ride Feeny." He clutched his arm to his chest and let out a fake moan. "I think I broke my wrist..." He pretended to wince and tried to bring tears to his eyes with no luck. Throughout this whole process, he was gazing up at Sheena's hair; examining it with amusement. It was nice, but a big change from what he was used to... "Erm... Why'd you change it anyway?" He paused before he added an "Ow" to the end of the sentence just for good measure. Maybe this is why his mom never believed him when he faked being sick for school.
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This heart is bleeding desperation And these dreams, they're still worth fighting for Cause in my eyes, this is the only thing that I fucking have And I will never let this go. Last edited by Mike O'Brien : 07-25-05 at 08:05 PM.
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07-26-05, 12:23 PM
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Sheena couldn’t help but giggle at Mike’s reaction to her insinuation that he hurt his wrist on, what they had all affectionately dubbed, Hayden’s monster. At Mike’s words she grinned and shook her head a bit amused by his words but knowing they were, mostly, true. When her boyfriend reverted to lying again Sheena just rolled her eyes wondering if Mike knew how bad he was lying. ”I thought you only sprained it?” Her hand absently stroked Speckles neck starting to get bored of just sitting there. Hearing Mike’s question she grinned. “You’ll have to catch up with me to find out, and you better hurry if you wanna hear what I was going to tell you before” Smirking she turned Speckles around quickly and with a sharp kick to her sides the pair galloped out of stables and towards the woods. As they passed him Fennec reared and whinnied, put out at being tied up and left for Mike. The Arabian stallion stamped the ground and snorted looking kinda evil since he was completely black; mane, tail, and pelt, and angry.
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Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now. She’s a punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker.
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07-26-05, 12:55 PM
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Mike caught the roll of Sheena’s eyes and blushed; knowing that his girlfriend figured out his whole scheme. He let out a long sigh and let his arm drop to his side. “Fiiine. I didn’t freaking hurt my wrist.” He took a long breath and thought over what he might say next. He didn’t want to tell her the truth though… He was afraid that she would think he was a sissy. Which he was. “The truth is…” He looked at the ground and kicked the dirt back and forth with the tip of his shoe. “Right now, I’m too sore in my ‘areas’ to ride…” He looked up at her sheepishly; his lying getting better and better. This time he didn’t stutter nor did he stumble upon his lie. Maybe it was because he wasn’t exactly lying… He was a bit sore from being with Hayden just an hour ago.
As she dodged his question and began to gallop out of the stables on her horse, Mike twirled around and watched the back of his girlfriend and her horse. “WAIT! NO!!! I can’t!!! My ass hurts too much!” It was too late. She was already out of sight; leaving Mike sighing on the spot. “Freaking girlfriend and her freaking mind games…” He grumbled and strode out of the stables, turning a sharp left. At his sharp turn, he nearly ran into the quite scary looking black stallion. “Holy shit!” He stumbled backwardsa few steps at the sight of the evil-looking horse and gaped at it. “Don’t tell me this is Fennicle…” He looked at the path that led towards the woods and back at the angry looking Arab. “There’s no way in hell…. That I am going to ride this thing.” Taking another glance at the horse, he shuddered and began to walk away from it. I’ll just freaking walk and find her. I may love Sheena, but I am not riding a horse for her. He trudged along the dirt path towards the woods and grumbled at the thought of riding a horse. When he reached the outskirts of the woods, he stopped and gazed into the thicket of trees. He sighed, knowing that he would never find Sheena in there. He would probably get lost before he could find her. So finally deciding on what to do, Mike flopped down onto the lush grass beside a tree and leaned against the trunk to wait. To occupy his time, he began to sing in his smooth melodic voice. Oh, but he wasn’t singing one of his own songs. What was he singing? “I believe in a thing called love…” And with an amazing switch of his vocal chords… He began to sing in a high pitched voice that could almost match the lead singer from the Darkness’. “Just listen to the rhythm of my heart…” And then back down…. “There’s a chance we could make it now.” And back up! “We’ll be rocking ‘til the sun goes down!” And pointing his face up to the air he sung in a high pitched voice that was unnatural for a man. “I believe in a thing called love… OooOooh!”
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This heart is bleeding desperation And these dreams, they're still worth fighting for Cause in my eyes, this is the only thing that I fucking have And I will never let this go.
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07-26-05, 01:46 PM
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Sheena didn’t even stop as Mike yelled about his arse, he’d just have to live through the pain and if he didn’t…well Sheena wouldn’t be too happy about that. As they ran into the woods it was obvious Sheena was an experienced rider mostly by the fact her ass stayed in the saddle and she was leaned over and against the mare’s neck for balance and speed. Once they hit the woods Sheena navigated almost as if she was on auto pilot, she had run this course multiple times so she knew where everything was. Or at least she thought she knew where everything was. It was obvious that she didn’t when she looked behind her to see if Mike was following which made her completely not see the fallen tree that was coming up. Speckles saw it though and being a bold horse instead of shying away from it the mare ran at it and then jumped over it. This would have all been fine and well if the mare’s rider had been paying attention but since she wasn’t the initial jump tossed her from the saddle. Before Sheena knew what was happening she had hit the ground and was rolling across it. Only instinct had made her curl up to protect her stomach, if she hadn’t done so the rock that sliced her arm open would have sliced her belly open and most likely killed her kids. Once she came to a halt Sheena didn’t move for a while instead she laid on the ground trying to figure out what hurt the most. While she was laying there she couldn’t help but hope that Mike would come and find her soon, he should have been right behind her. But then a faint voice singing ‘I believe in a thing called love’ reached her ears and she scowled as she recognized it as Mike’s voice. He was out there singing and probably not anywhere near her and she was laying there in pain waiting for his help. Her thoughts were diverted from the evil things she was going to do to her boyfriend when she felt Speckles snuffling her hair which also alerted her to the fact that she lost her hat. “Ugh, damn tree…” Groaning she went to reach up and grab Speckles reigns with her right hand but the sudden movement made her scream as a sharp and intense pain washed over her and she felt dizzy. “Broke my damn arm…fuck” Biting her lower lip to stop any other outburst she reached up with her left arm which hurt as well because of the fact there was a long gash along her skin but she was able to bear the pain enough to get a hold of her horses reigns. Before she tried to pull herself up Sheena decided to figure out what else was broken. First she moved her toes, they seemed to be ok, and then and moved her ankles and she had to bite her lip so hard it bled to keep from screaming again. Yeah…Ankles defiantly broken… Turning her head she spat the blood onto the ground before she reigned herself to the fact that she was badly injured and no matter how she stood up it was going to hurt like hell. With a heavy sigh she careful transferred her grip from Speckles saddle to her mane. Using her good foot to support herself she slowly tried to pull herself up. Her mare stood there calmly having that sixth sense that animals have letting them know when they really need to be helpful. Sheena felt like crying as she stood all the way up, she hadn’t been in this much pain since the last time she had been thrown from a horse seven years ago. Ok…now to get back on… Now this was the fun part. Since she, for obvious reasons, couldn’t wait where she was to be found and she couldn’t walk back to the stables she had no choice but to somehow ride back. She stood for a moment staring at Speckles and then bracing herself for pain she jammed her good foot in the stirrup, held onto the saddle arm with her un broken arm and pulled herself up and onto the saddle. Now she was laying across the saddle which wasn’t a good thing groaning she really considered just giving up and riding in like this but the pressure wasn’t good on her stomach and she had a better chance of falling off if she didn’t mount up right. So with a great effort she managed to swing her other leg over and sit up properly which was almost more painful then it was worth. I am going to kill Mike… If he would have jut ridden the stupid horse she would of never went galloping off, but nooo he had to have a ‘hurt ass’. Rolling her eyes she used her good foot to tap Speckles into a walk. She wasn’t expecting the slight movement to hurt but it did. By the time she reached the edge of the woods her body was shaky and she looked like she was going into shock. She also looked slightly deranged since she hadn’t brushed off after she fell from the saddle. Sheena just glared at Mike as she went by then looked away not wanting to bother with him at the moment. She just wanted to get back to the stables where the lovely stable hand dude would help her out unlike her boyfriend who just spent him time singing songs in a surprisingly girly voice.
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07-26-05, 02:15 PM
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Ten minutes later, Mike had moved onto another song that was easier to sing. And easier for the ears too. The Oscar-Meyer weiner song…. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of hooves hitting against the hard, dirt road did he cease his singing and turn to look for whoever was coming. As he turned his head, the large body of the horse was what he saw first until he saw his bloody, broken, dishevelled girlfriend. Gasping, he jumped to his feet and rushed over to her in concern. “What happened? Are you okay? Let me get you off the horse and we’ll go to the hospital. Anything broken?” He lifted up 3 fingers as he kept his eyes on Sheena and continued to bombard her with questions. “How many fingers am I holding up? Do you feel dizzy?” He was walking quickly beside the horse; ignoring his fear for being so close to it. He reached up and laid a hand on her thigh to get her to look at him. He was oblivious to why she was being so haughty towards him. Was it his fault? To him, it wasn’t. He didn’t know how to ride a horse and a horse was his worst fear. If he had known something like this would happen to Sheena, he would have gone with her… On foot. He was getting anxious and concerned over the well-being of his girlfriend that he didn’t realize that he was getting a bit too close to the horse. Speeding up his pace, he walked a little too far ahead which left a shooting pain in his foot. The horse had stepped on his foot and he was already yowling; jumping away from the horse and his girlfriend. He clutched his foot and hopped around on the other; feeling like his big toe had snapped in half. “My fucking toe!”
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Looking back to darker days getting me down And if this is chaos I think that I'm in love with clamor Tides are turning never understood my undeveloped story But it makes sense to me, you make sense to me
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07-26-05, 03:08 PM
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Sheena did her best to ignore her boyfriend as she headed for the barn it really wasn’t that hard to do since she was in so much pain. His questions were starting to really make her head hurt though, and even if she wasn’t in pain she wouldn’t have been able to answer so many questions at once. Then again if she wasn’t in pain he probably wouldn’t have asked so many questions, funny how things work isn’t it? Feeling his hand on her thigh she looked, well glared down at him was more like it. In her mind it was almost completely Mike’s fault, especially since he hadn’t told her he was scared of horses. To her knowledge the only reason they didn’t ride out of there together and at a normal pace was because his bum hurt ‘cause he had too much sex. She heard a crunch and blinked looking down her eyes widening as she saw that Speckles had stepped on and broken his toe. At his words she arched a brow and then spoke quietly and slowly so that she didn’t sound like she was whining. “That pain…that’s about a tenth of what I’m feeling.” She finally made it into the stable and looking around she couldn’t see Cory which didn’t bode well for her. “Cory!!” Her voice was loud and it was obvious Cory had heard her since he suddenly appeared on a pile of hay; obviously he had been up in the loft and just jumped down into the hay. “What’s up Sheenz? You usually only yell my name that loud when we’re having se-” He cut himself off when he saw her and the condition she was in. “What the hell happened to you, babe? Fuck, you and those kids of yours better be okay or I’ll kill whoever did this.” Obviously Cory didn’t believe that Sheena was capable of being thrown off a horse, and he had reason not to believe it. He had never once seen Sheena with a horse that didn’t like her and he had never seen her have any trouble riding a horse. So the idea that she’d get thrown, preposterous. With a few long strides Cory was in front of Sheena, the girl couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him shirtless, showing off his six pack while he worked in the loft, and in jeans. “I broke my ankle, and my right arm.” Cory nodded and was about to help her off the horse but then he saw Mike jumping around outside.
Quickly he put two and two together and got five, he was close in that it was Mike’s fault that Sheena got hurt but he was off in the fact that Mike didn’t actually do it. Cory didn’t think about the fact that he could be wrong though, he just knew this guy was the reason his boo looked like she got in a bar fight. Before Sheena could stop him the black man had headed away from her and towards Mike. When he reached he grabbed his shoulder spinning the younger boy around and then punching him in the face. “What the fuck got into your head that makes you think you can do some shit like that and get away clean?!” It was obvious Cory was not happy with Mike at all and he really looked ready to beat the shit out of him.
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07-26-05, 03:34 PM
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Mike was getting quite annoyed at the fact that he was being ignored when his girlfriend looked like she was in so much pain. He wanted to help but she obviously wasn’t letting him. If anything, she looked like she wanted him dead instead of touching her. Her glare was all he needed to see to make him realize that she was definitely pissed off at him. Taking his hand off her thigh, he was getting angry at her stubborn-ness. All he wanted to do was get her to the hospital and make things all better. Yet she wasn’t letting him do it. Throwing up his hands in annoyance he glared right back at her. “I don’t know why the hell you’re mad at me. It wasn’t my fault that you rode away from me when I don’t know how to fucking ride horses, let alone mount one.” He was fuming when he felt his toe throbbing. He was clutching his foot when he heard Sheena’s comment. He was pissed off already at her ignorance and her comment didn’t help ease the pain. “Why are you being so…” He cut himself off, stopping himself before he could call her a bitch. He fell behind her and was a few meters behind the horse and his girlfriend; wobbling towards the stables as well. He wanted to refrain from saying anything horrible when she was in a state like that.
He stayed a few meters away as she called… Cory? Cory from the hospital? What the fuck is he doing here? His question was answered when he saw the dark-skinned man hop down from the hayloft. He was clutching his foot still when he heard the man’s first comment. He gaped, not knowing how to react to what he just said. Jealousy was boiling up within him as he tried to push away thoughts of Sheena screwing around with this… This guy. He sent glares in their direction; continuing to listen in on their conversation. His mouth dropped at the mention of ‘kids’ and he was beginning to get confused. What kids...? He was beginning to piece things together and his fury was growing by the second. He linked the first comment to the second comment and soon he was believing that this Cory guy got his girlfriend pregnant… With kids? Plural? How many fucking kids is she having?! As the other large male began moving towards Mike, Mike was doing his best to meet the other man with fists balled up. He tried to ignore the throbbing pain that was coming from his big toe when he felt a fist hit him squarely in the face. He barely heard what the man said and all Mike did was glare at Cory with menacing eyes. He had never been this mad… Since… Ever. “What the fuck are you talking about? Shouldn’t I be asking you the same question?” He shoved the big man backwards and shouted angrily again. “What gives you the right to be accusing me of things when you’re the one who fucking did ‘some shit’.” He shoved him again and swung his arm and hit the man in the face. He ignored the pain that was coming from his stinging cheek and hand as he glared up at Cory. Right now, he could care less about Sheena. He was more focused on beating the living daylights out of this man who banged his girlfriend. He’d have to deal with Sheena later. And that wasn’t going to be pretty either.
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This heart is bleeding desperation And these dreams, they're still worth fighting for Cause in my eyes, this is the only thing that I fucking have And I will never let this go.
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07-26-05, 04:24 PM
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Sheena heard him when he said he didn’t know how to ride horses but she pretended like she hadn’t. She was already decidedly mad at him and knowing that he didn’t know how to ride horses would just give her a reason not to be so mad at him anymore. When she heard his second comment that trailed off and she arched a brow. She didn’t say anything having a feeling she knew what that sentence was going to end in and she rather not get into that argument right yet. It was hard enough trying to stay in the saddle, one reason for that was she was losing a lot of blood from her cut open arm which she hadn’t seemed to notice yet even though it was dripping down onto speckles and her saddle. The horse noticed though because she kept shuddering and shaking her head not liking the feeling of the blood.
Sheena didn’t even notice Mike’s reactions to what she had said. She knew that Cory thought that the kids were his and he thought that cause she told him they were his. Really they could have been; Paternity tests weren’t 100% accurate after all. She had never expected Mike and Cory to meet up and now she wasn’t sure what was going to happen since they both probably thought the kids were their own or they both thought the kids were Cory’s. Ugh…my day’s just getting worse. As if to cement that thought the boys had gotten into their little fist fight. She groaned watching them. “Um, hi, guys you know injured girlfriend and ex-lover up here…in lots of pain. Carrying twins!” Her words had no effect on Cory and it didn’t seem like Mike heard her either. So with a sigh she tried her best to ignore the pain and wait for someone to call 911 or something. Cory saw the boy glaring at him and he arched a brow. The kids got balls… He had to admit that, glaring at a guy eight years older and more muscled then you is usually a sign of bravery or extreme stupidity. Cory couldn’t help but think it was the latter one. After Mike spoke and then pushed him Cory stumbled back but quickly righted himself. “I’m talking about the fact that my fucking girlfriend rode in here looking like a two dollar hooker whose pimp had beat the shit outta her!” When Mike kept talking and then shoved him again Cory wasn’t ready to fend off his blow and Mike got him right above the eye splitting his eyebrow open. “Fuck you, I’m gonna beat your punk ass now” Glaring at Mike he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a switch blade which he flicked open and at the same time his feet shifted into a more balanced fighting pose. Sheena’s eyes widened at the flash of metal ”Cory, no! Put the knife away!” She would have stopped them but she couldn’t do much since she was still stuck on the horse. Cory didn’t look back at her but he did reply. “No, baby, he hurt you he hurt my kids I’m going to kill the fool.” Sheena’s eyes widened. “No, no, no! They’re not your kids Cory, I lied, they’re his and I love him…Please…please put the knife away.” She might have been mad at Mike but she didn’t want him dead, she would never forgive herself if that happened. Cory hearing her words spun around “What?! You…you bitch!” Glaring at Sheena it was obvious he was in a rage because he threw his switch blade at her as hard as he could and unfourtunately, or fourtunately depending on your point of view, the blade buried itself in Sheena’s chest just below her breast but just above her stomach. Her eyes widened and she gasped for breath at the pain she was feeling and also because the knife had punctured her lung. Now she really needed to get to the hospital and fast before she bled to death from two major wounds.
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07-26-05, 04:54 PM
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Sheena’s first comment had no effect on Mike at all. He just continued to glare at Cory with eyes that could kill. Now… Cory’s comment had more of an effect on Mike. Mike was bristling with anger and his face was getting red from the anger that was bottling up inside of him. “I didn’t beat the shit out of her. And she’s not your fucking girlfriend! SHE’S MINE!” As those words came out of his mouth, he wasn’t sure if he really wanted her as a girlfriend anymore. She had lied to him about Cory. She said that they were over at the hospital, and frankly… It didn’t seem like it. He loved Sheena with all of his heart but now it was as if she threw his heart away. He fed off this pain and re-balled his hands into fists. He heard the other man’s threat; Mike simply smirked like an insane guy… Sort of like Blaise. At first, his eyes widened in surprise at the switchblade but soon his expression went back to that same angry look. He had been in fights with switchblades involved and even though Cory was twice the size of any opponent he had fought, Mike was pretty confident that he could hurt the big black man. He was already getting into a fighting stance when something Sheena had said caught his attention. His head snapped towards Sheena’s direction in surprise that he was the father of her twins. He gaped at her, the anger in his face draining to a look of surprise and happiness. I’m… Going to be a father…
His thoughts were directed away by a thunderous shout from Cory and Mike’s eyes widened as he pulled his arm back; throwing the knife at Sheena. “NO!” It was too late to do anything about it, and soon the blade was buried into Sheena’s chest. Mike’s breathing became laboured with panic and the fury was coming back. Tears came to his eyes as his first instinct was to rush headfirst at Cory. But he remembered that Sheena was injured and she was carrying twins… He ran towards Sheena with a finger pointed at Cory. “I’ll be back for you…” He shot him a menacing look before taking Sheena’s hand in his. He winced at the sight of a blade jutting out of her chest and tears welled up in his eyes. Quickly but gently, Mike slid her feet out of the stirrups and held up his arms to help her down. “Slide down to me, baby… I can’t lift you out… I need to get you to the hospital now…” He had his hands on her hips, waiting for her to just slide towards him so he could help her out of the horse’s saddle. Hot tears stung his eyes as they slowly rolled down his cheeks in worry that his lover and babies might die. His head pounded at all the things that were happening. It all seemed so overwhelming and the doctor’s warnings about his tumour completely slipped his mind. I advise you to avoid all strenuous activities and try not to put too much stress on yourself. You may cause the tumour to induce extreme stress on the brain which will cause a great shift in the tumour. If that happens, there will be greater complications to your surgery.
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Sheena couldn’t help but feel a little happy that Mike still thought she was worth fighting for. She felt kinda bad for lying to him and being mad at him but yet she was happy that he still wanted her, it was an odd feeling. Sheena saw the happiness on Mike’s face as he heard they were his kids and she smiled at him although that smile disappeared when she got stabbed. Her eyes closed tightly and she held her hand against her chest. She didn’t want to pull the blade out in case it made her bleed more so she dealt with the pain somehow. Feeling Mike’s hands on her helping her out and then his words she nodded barely and she more fell then slipped out of the saddle but it all ended in the same result. Sheena landing in Mike’s arms in a dead faint now to tired, shocked and hurt to keep herself awake and going. She wondered if she was going to die and she felt more pity for her unborn babies then herself. She didn’t want them to die, she wanted them to live and be sexy.
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As Sheena fell into his arms, he was prepared for the weight of her in his arms. He noticed that her eyes were drooping and he panicked that she might not live. He carefully slipped her off of the horse and into his arms; making sure that he didn’t bump the hilt of the switchblade. Remembering what his past First Aid lessons taught him, he began to speak to Sheena to keep her conscious. “I love you… Hang on…” Once she was on the ground, he scooped her into his arms, bridal style and began to run towards his Jeep at a fast pace. “Everything’ll be alright… I promise you.” His voice shook at his own words; unsure if she would live. “Just hang on… You have to live for your babies… Our babies.” He flung the door open to his Jeep and gently set her down on the seat of the passenger’s side. After getting her comfortable, he slung the safety belt across her chest and tucked the strap that crossed her chest behind the head of the seat so the belt wouldn’t disturb the switchblade. After this was done, he shut the door and ran towards the drivers’ side and started the car. Quickly, Mike sped down the road and onto the highway; thankful that it was early in the day and the traffic wasn’t bad. He drove towards the hospital at an alarming speed and got there in less than twenty minutes when usually it took forty minutes.
After much yelling at nurses, the EMS had taken Sheena out of Mike’s car and placed her onto a stretcher that rushed her towards an area to prep her for surgery. Watching them wheel her off towards the surgery room, Mike felt a great burden lifted from his heart and he slumped down on a chair in the waiting room. His head was pounding and he buried his head into his hands in fear; trying to ignore the pain in his head. Tears welled up again and the tears pooled up in the palm of his hands as he sobbed. “S-She has to be okay…” He let out a sob before blacking out and dropping onto the floor. [Freaking Time Skip. You buttface.] Three hours later, Mike stirred in his hospital bed. The sun had gone down and the voices outside his room were murmered. His head was still pounding and his foot jutted out from beneath the blankets with a metal splint stuck to his big toe. He moaned as he opened his eyes to the bright flourescent lights above. Where the...? He looked down at his body and realized that he was dressed in a hospital gown and hooked up to several bags of unknown fluids. He had a needle in both arms and he gazed at the four bags of liquid running into him. Suddenly, he felt drowsy again but he refused to fall asleep. He needed to know about Sheena. Pressing the red button to call a nurse, he watched the doorway; waiting for a nurse to answer his flood of questions. In a minute or so, a plump nurse waddled into the room with a smile on her face. "You're awake. Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?" Mike shook his head vigorously, but soon regretted it when he felt his head pound. He closed his eyes and waited for the pounding subside until he bombarded the lady with questions. "Where's my girlfriend? Is she okay? Are her babies okay? Why am I in here?" The nurse's eyes widened at the flood of questions but once again, she smiled sweetly. "Oh, Sheena Alatorre... She's stabilized is in the room next door." Seeing Mike sit up, the nurse pushed him back down and shook her head. "No, you may not visit her. She's in critical care. As for her babies, they seem to be fine. And you're here, mister... Because you fainted in our waiting room." With a grave face she frowned, "Your tumour has swelled up bigger from the trauma and unfortunately, the surgery that was booked for three days later is now pushed up to tomorrow. You need the surgery now or else you may... I'm sorry.. You may die." She patted Mike's arm with a sympathetic smile on her face. "Just get some sleep now."
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In the room next door things weren’t going quite so smoothly. Sheena had woken up a couple minutes ago and the first thing she had done was called a nurse. Watching the blonde, ditzy looking girl walk in, she blinked not expecting someone so fast. But then again she had a cast pins in her ankle and her right arm, stitches across her left arm, stitches across her chest, and she was pregnant so she supposed they were watching her round the clock in case she suddenly died or something. Once the nurse got close to her Sheena looked up at her. ”Can you moved the bed up a little so I’m sitting up, please?” She would have done it herself but she couldn’t really move her arms without great pain. Looking bored the nurse did what she was asked making it so Sheena was in more of a sitting position and could see all of her room instead of a laying down position. Thinking back she remembered how she got here and she looked over at the nurse. “Mike O’Brien, is he waiting for me?” The nurse sighed and after saying she’d be back she left to go and check. A minute or so later she returned. “He’s in the room next to you, he has a broke toe and has emergency surgery scheduled for tomorrow morning.” She spoke boredly like she really didn’t give a damn about Mike and this didn’t make Sheena too happy. Glaring at the chick like it was all her fault that Mike had to have surgery she spoke. “I want to see him.” The nurse shook her head. “If he lives through his surgery you can see him after you both are recovered and out of ICU.” At the nurses callousness Sheena’s eyes widened and then she glared daggers at the woman. “I want to see him. Now.” If only looks could kill the stupid blonde would be heading for the morgue but alas she just shook her head again. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
Out in the hallway it was mostly quiet until…“I WANT TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND NOW DAMNIT!!” Sheena’s yelling, more like thundering voice of God impression brought a couple nurses out of people’s rooms including the one that had been in Mike’s room. This much nicer nurse knew whose Sheena’s boyfriend was and she had a feeling it was better if they were re united, she didn’t need the teenage expectant mother to go into miscarriage because she was freaking out about her boyfriend. “Barbie,” Yes the blonde nurses name really was Barbie. “Ms. Whitmien needs to be checked on in Rm. 405A can you go to her please?” Barbie just rolled her eyes and left the room. The new nurse smiled at Sheena and shuffled over patting her shoulder gently. “Don’t worry, dearie, I’ll take you to see your boyfriend. I suppose he’s the father of your babes?” It was obvious the nurse was just trying to make friendly conversation as she attached both of Sheena’s IV stands to her bed and then began to set up the hospital bed to be movable. Sheena blinked not expecting anyone to come in, be nice to her, and then actually take her to Mike. “Uh, yeah…we’re having twins. We’re not married though…I hope he proposes one day soon.” She was talking quieter now so that the conversation actually stayed in one room instead of reaching out into the hall way. The teen wasn’t sure exactly why she was telling her nurse about wanting to be married, she hadn’t told anyone that. Not even her twin though Sheena knew Lexx knew even without Sheena saying a word about it. The nurse smiled and patted her hand gently. “At least you’re with the father of your babies, poor single teenage mothers.” She paused for a moment smiling sadly before she shook her head a little and began to wheel Sheena out of the room. “I’m sure the both of you would make a wonderful couple” Luckily Mike’s door was only half open so there was a chance he didn’t hear what the nurse said but Sheena couldn’t help but blush a little anyways before murmuring a thank you. The nurse didn’t say anything more but instead wheeled Sheena into Mike’s room. Fortunately he wasn’t in a single room like Sheena had been; he was in one of those rooms that had enough room for two people and their beds could be sectioned off by the hanging curtains. Sheena smiled widely as she saw Mike, she wanted to jump up and hug him till he turned blue but she couldn’t really move and when she remembered about his surgery she had a feeling that wouldn’t be good for him. Turning her head she looked up at the nurse. “Could you put me close to him, please?” She watched her with hopeful eyes and the nurse just smiled and patted her shoulder again. When she finally did stop her bed and lock the wheels Sheena was right up against Mike’s bed, the nurse had moved all his IVs over to one side before locking Sheena’s wheels. The nurse looked at the two and smiled seeing them together. “I’ll come back for Mrs. O’Brien,” She paused to wink at Sheena which made the teen go bright red and look embarrassed. “In twenty or thirty minutes, both of you need your rest and you’ll be able to see each other after the young man’s surgery.” She patted Mike’s uninjured leg and then left the room shutting the door behind her. Sheena watched the nurse leave and then looked over at Mike still rosy cheeked and embarrassed. She looked away and down at her hands not sure of what to say. She wasn’t mad at the nurse for saying Mrs. O’Brien she was just a lil embarrassed. But then again it might have been a good thing since it would give the girl a chance to tell her boyfriend that she truly did want to be married to him before she had their kids. She didn’t want to say the first words since she wanted to hear Mike’s first reaction to her being called Mrs. O’Brien so instead she replayed the days events in her mind. She couldn’t believe that Cory had purposefully hurt her. He had always said that he loved her and that he would never hurt her. Well that was obviously a lie… She ignored the voice in her head, it was true but she didn’t want to think of Cory as a liar. Carefully she moved her left arm until she had positioned her hand to rest on her stomach where her babies were growing. She was always left with a sense of bewilderment whenever she thought about the fact that two babies, Mike’s two babies were developing and that in six months she would give them life and would be a mother. She would be called ‘Mom’ that fact alone made her smile.
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07-28-05, 10:08 AM
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Just as the nurse had ordered him to sleep, Mike heard a thunderous voice fill his room and his eyes widened in surprise at the familiarity of the voice. Quickly, he sat up and stared at the door; hopeful that his girlfriend would walk in soon. This action left him dizzy and nauseous and he had to hold his head with both hands to keep the world from spinning around him. Thankfully, the nurse had hustled out of the room quickly and didn’t see Mike clutching his head. If she did, he probably would have gotten a scolding for sitting up so quickly. Sheena’s alive… And kicking… He smiled at the thought, and leaned back down against his raised bed as thoughts flooded through his mind about his surgery in less than 24 hours. Such a surgery only meant that he was in danger and the surgery wasn’t going to be safe either. With his tumour now swollen a millimetre bigger, they had to manually remove the tumour instead of using the radiation laser. He bit his lower lip in fear that he wouldn’t wake up after his surgery. He had wanted to do so much before he died. Finish college, get a job, and watch Sheena give birth to his twins… He wanted to propose…
To the girl he loved… At that moment, the door opened and the love of his life was wheeled in. Maybe it was fate that made the timing so perfect… Or maybe it was just true. They were soul mates. His smile grew wide at the sight of his girlfriend; though it did waver at the casts and bruises that she donned. Mike kept quiet throughout the whole process of wheeling Sheena towards him. He kept his eyes on her with a smile that was different from all the other ones that he had given her. For once, he wasn’t going to deny how much he loved the girl sitting beside his bed. It could have been the drugs or the thought that he might die tomorrow that was making him look so lovesick but when the nurse called Sheena, Mrs. O’Brien; Mike couldn’t help but chuckle lightly and reach over to put his hand upon hers. “Sounds… Perfect.” It was more of a reply to the nurse who said that she would take Sheena back to her room but in his mind, he was thinking about his future Mrs. O’Brien. Hopefully. When the nurse left, Mike continued to just simply stare at his girlfriend. It hurt him to see her so battered up when he was just there for a broken toe and a tumour nobody could see. Sitting up slowly, he scooted closer to her and swung his feet to the side of the bed. The effort made him dizzy but he made an effort not to draw attention to it. He placed both hands on the arms of her wheel chair for support and looked down at where her hands were. I’m gonna be a dad. He smiled at that thought and looked back up to her face. “So, Mrs. O’Brien…” He winked, “How are ya feeling?”
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07-28-05, 02:34 PM
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Sheena smiled back at Mike when she saw him her heart feeling lighter just by seeing him and reassuring herself that he was still alive. As she stared at him she could see the difference in his smile and it gave Sheenz her own goofy grin glad to be glad she had found Mike and had fallen in love with him and not some other man. Hayden was great and all but he wasn’t Mike. Feeling Mike’s hand on hers after the nurse spoke and then his words Sheena couldn’t help but hope that he was meaning that her being called Mrs. O’Brien sounded perfect. Looking over at him she smiled not sure of what to say; she was happy to see him but then she was scared to death that he was going into emergency surgery. She was feeling the empty feeling over come her and she pushed away all thoughts of Mike dying out of her head. Thinking that way would only make her cry she needed to be optimistic and supportive and all that stuff.
Sheena smiled a little more when she noticed Mike’s eyes were still on her; she never minded when he stared at her but with everyone else she felt like she was being scrutinized, even with Hayden. Watching Mike trying to get up she opened her mouth to tell him to at least be careful but then she thought better of it and shut her mouth. She didn’t want to say something that would distract him and then he’d fall or something and that wouldn’t help anyone. Once he had gotten into position she smiled at him laughing a little as he called her Mrs. O’Brien. “I am…better then I was before.” She chuckled before continuing on. “How about you, Mr. O’Brien?” She grinned being amused by their playful formalities, really she was just glad that they weren’t fighting any more.
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07-28-05, 03:03 PM
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Mike tilted his head to one side as he watched her expression. He was pretty sure she knew about the surgery or else she wouldn’t have been so quiet. He stroked the upside of her hand with the pad of his thumb as he watched her smile at his comment. He was hoping that one day she could officially be Mrs. Sheena O’Brien. And hopefully that day would come soon. As he stared at his girlfriend, he realized that he had to speak to Sammi. She had been there that day when they were picking out an engagement ring at the store, and he had the urge to propose to Sheena soon. Of course, not before his surgery. They were both worse for wear and he didn’t want her to be engaged to a dead man if he didn’t live through the surgery. After the surgery…If everything goes well… I’ll propose to her then… If not… She can still have the ring. He took a deep breath, and promised himself that he would make her his wife after the surgery. Right now, he didn’t want to think about the surgery at all. All he wanted to do was be with Sheena.
When he was finally in a comfortable position, he leaned his arms against her bed and grinned at her comment. He was happy that she didn’t have a knife jutting out of her anymore. Though, she did have steel rods sticking out of her but it wasn’t as nerve-wracking as before. “Good. ‘Cause the switchblade sticking out of you was pretty nasty. You’re lucky that I don’t pass out at the sight of blood… And your twisted bones.” He teased with a grin on his face. He was trying to absorb how she looked; wanting to remember every single detail of her face before the day of his surgery. Sure, she looked a little bruised… And castified… But it was better than seeing her pale face in a morgue. At her question, Mike raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Well, I’ve been better. It’s not everyday you hear that your girlfriend is pregnant and then she gets stabbed two seconds later.” He raised an eyebrow, still not knowing what the outcome of her pregnancy was. “By the way… I heard babies… Plural. How many kids are you having, exactly…?” He grinned, knowing that he wouldn’t be surprised if they had quadruplets. They did have a lot of unprotected sex and his family did have a history of having quadruplets. Just one thought crossed his mind. Hayden and Sheena had a lot of unprotected sex as well… What if…? “Sheenz… Are you sure the kids are mine…?” He wanted to know for sure if he was the father or not. Even if they were Hayden’s, he’d marry her… Maybe… But he just needed to know.
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