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Opposites. Rafael Barba

Rafael Barba Short Story

Part Two.

Part One Can Be Found Here.

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Fluff! Words: 1,343

Translator: cariño- sweetie Tu estupido- You idiot Amado- Lover Está bien.- It’s okay No te culpo- I don’t blame you Eu te amo- I love you Te quiero mucho- I love you so much

2 Days passed and she never heard from Rafael. Not that she was expecting to get a call from him anytime soon. Charlotte knew she embarrassed him in front of his coworkers and his boss. But damn it, had he just respected the fact that she can have a regular conversation with men then they wouldn’t fight about the stupidest things. She loved that idiot, but she had to love herself as well. How can she stay with someone that has no faith in her? It was impossible. 

Her mother always told her, “Without trust, it’s only a matter of time before the relationship crumbles.”

Boy was she right. How can she trust Rafael with every fiber in her body. Yet he can’t seem to do the same. Was it because of the age? As if the 9-and-a-half-year age difference was that big of a deal. Maybe to his eyes, maybe to those who saw Lottie and thought she was younger. But, honestly? She never gave a crap. Especially when all he had to say to her was that she would grow tired of him and move on to someone younger. 

“Jesus Rafael! How many times to I have to say it to you!” Charlotte screamed as they were fighting after having come home from dinner. “I don’t want to be with someone else!”

Yet Rafael only rolled his eyes, pulling on his tie and loosening it up. “You could do so much better than me cariño...” was all he replied. He had watched the waiter try to flight with her the whole time. It was nerve wrecking. He just didn’t know why she insisted in being together when she could do so much better.

“Tu estupido! I don’t know why we keep having these fights!” she snapped and walked around him. Grabbing her purse and slipping her shoes back onto her feet.

Rafael just watched, “Where are you going?” he asked and crossed his arms over his chest. His suit jacket was thrown over the back of the couch and the sleeves to his button-down shirt were rolled up.

“Home. I’m going home, Rafael. I wanted a nice night with you. But obviously you want to fight. So, call me when you get over this idea that I should be with someone else.” Charlotte sighed and moved to the door. Freezing when she felt a hand on her wrist. But when no words were spoken, Charlotte fought the tears threatening to fall and left.

That happened two weeks before the gala and Lottie knew that things would be okay if he just talked to her.

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Charlotte had been in the middle of rehearsal when she felt the vibration from her phone that she had in the pack pocket of her pants. Grabbing it, seeing as it wasn’t her part. Charlotte sighed, seeing it was from Rafael. 

Amado: Coffee? Reply: Sure. Usual spot? Amado: See you in 30.

Groaning, she turned to the theater director for a early break. Smiling when he allowed it, knowing about her little tiff with her boyfriend. So grabbing her bag and coat. Charlotte left the stage, assuring them she’ll be back soon and made her way to the exit. Heading for the busy streets of New York, Lottie turned right and headed to the coffee shop fifteen minutes away. Funny enough the Theater she was working on the next performance at and the courthouse were close to each other, so they always met in the middle. Only meeting when Rafael was done with court, like today it seemed.

Arriving and not seeing the man, Charlotte went to place their orders. His order being an Americano and Lottie got herself a Cappucino. Leaning against the counter after paying for their drinks. Charlotte turned towards the doors when it opened. Seeing Rafael, she let out a small breath of relief. 

“Hey, I didn’t pull you out of anything too important. Did I?” he asked, adding a small thanks when Charlotte handed him his coffee. Only to be shocked to see her once blonde hair, was now brown. “Your hair…” he pointed out.

“Nope, I would have asked you to go there if I couldn’t leave.” she smiled, and they walked to a table and sat down. “What?” Charlotte was confused at first then laughed. “Yeah, decided to go back to my natural roots… helps for the musical as well.” She shrugged and sipped at her coffee. “I’m really sorry Rafael... what I said the other night.” she looked down at her cup and chewed against the skin of her lip. 

Hearing him sigh, she didn’t bother to look up. “I deserved everything you said, Mi Amor.” he said and that’s when Charlotte looked up. “I’ve been... out of line lately. Olivia talked to me that night. I just, it took a few days to actually wrap my head around the fact that.” he said, and Charlotte watched him. “The fact that I have been completely out of line with you.” he leaned back with a sigh and rubbed at the back of his neck. 

Charlotte just listened to him and sipped at the coffee in her hands slowly. She knew where he was coming from. They had talked back in the beginning of the relationship. Charlotte knew his fears, that she would leave him for someone else. Or cheat on him like his ex, had done. It was why Rafael never dated again. He had his one night stands here and there, he was a man of course. He needed to get relief somewhere. But he never sought someone out, dated someone and agreed to be in a committed relationship with them like he and Charlotte were doing. So, yes. Charlotte knew what was going on in his mind.

Reaching over, she grabbed at his hand softly. “Rafi... Está bien. No te culpo. I know what your past is like. I can’t snap my finger and make you believe me. I doubt it’s easy to do when most men around can’t take the hint when I tell them I’m deeply in love with a Cuban ADA who for some reason doesn’t think he’s enough to be with me.” she eyed him playfully. Getting up and moving to sit next to him. Charlotte allowed her hand to softly cup his cheek. Smiling when he leaned his cheek into her hand. Lottie leaned forward and kissed at his lips.

“Eu te amo, Rafael. Remember that.” She added and the two sat there together drinking their coffee.

“Move in with me…” his words caught her off guard and instantly she started to cough when she let out a gasp while drinking the coffee.  The coffee obviously trying to go the wrong way thanks to that, Charlotte waved his hand as Rafael patted her back to help.

“Jeez… had to ask right when I was about to swallow the drink huh.” She tried to joke, rubbing the back of her head. Charlotte closed her eyes. “Are you sure? Moving in… it’s a BIG step Rafi.”

Watching him roll his eyes, Charlotte chuckled and waited. Only to raise both her eyebrows when he held up a key. “To my apartment. I want you to live with me. I want to sleep with you by my side, even if our hours make it so we don’t fall asleep together. I want to see you first thing I wake up. Te quiero mucho... “ he looked into her eyes and she nodded. “Okay… but I’m keeping my place. ONLY because of the theater and how much hours we put into the show. I don’t want you coming home to Ten strangers in the house singing.” She grinned and winked.

“I wouldn’t mind it…” he shrugged and the two shared a smile before kissing. That’s when Charlotte knew that they would be okay. Spending the next half hour chatting about his case that he won and her next play. They soon parted ways with a kiss and promised to see the other that night at home.

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Opposites. Rafael Barba

Rafael Barba Short Story. 

Part One.

Summery: Meeting one December day by accident. Charlotte and Rafael fell in love without meaning too. A year and a half goes by and their relationship seems to be rocky. Will they be able to pull through and work it out? Or will they go their separate ways?

Warning: Angst. Swearing. Fluff. Also Scene Taken From Rent the Musical. (Obviously changed to fit my story.)

Proof Read? Sorry we no do that here.

Word Count: 1,430

no smut in this part sorry

Dictionary: Lo siento mucho- I am so sorry. Mi amor- My love Por favor- Please.

 To say they were complete opposites was a big understatement. Where Rafael preferred to over work himself in multiple cases and every now and then go to a theater to see a show. Charlotte Parks was all for fun. Going out, movies and to the bars. Laughing with friends and just being happy with life. She preferred to live her life and not let it pass her by.

Now, you’re probably sitting there wondering. How did these two meet? Right?

It all started one week before Christmas.... 

Charlotte was busying herself as she was doing her last-minute gift shopping. Honestly, what was wrong with her? Not even Lottie knew. All the poor blonde girl knew was that she was rushing around. Drinking her third cup of coffee, Charlotte was turning a corner when she crashed into something. Sending the girl flying backwards. Her bags falling from her hands and the hot coffee, now covering part of the sidewalk and her shirt and jacket.

“Fuck!” she cursed, the coffee had been hot, and the crash made her cup be squished and went flying. Getting on her neck, unfortunately, she wasn’t wearing gloves either. so, Charlotte was in pain. 

“Lo siento mucho!” A voice above her said, grabbing her attention. “I am so sorry.” he said again and started to pick up her bags. His briefcase on the ground. Another cup of coffee a little closer to the curb. 

As if she had been put in a haze. Charlotte quickly snapped out of it. “Yeah... well, I’m sorry as well. Should probably slow down when making right turns.” she joked, finally picking herself up off the ground with a groan. 

Rubbing her backside, Charlotte thanked him for handing back her gifts. Thankfully all were already wrapped and there was nothing fragile. 

“Rafael Barba.” the man held his hand out after grabbing the case that was by his feet.

Grinning, Charlotte held her own hand out. “Charlotte Parks. Lovely to meet you Rafael Barba.” she nodded as they shook hands. “Wanna get some coffee? Seeing as I’m wearing what we had been drinking?” she laughed. 

Little did the two of them know, that after getting coffee together after running into each other... -quite literally mind you. -

Now a year and a half later, Charlotte was dressed to the tens in one of her best dresses. Lottie was happy. It was a long, lace soft pink dress. The dressed dragged a little on the floor, but it made Charlotte feel beautiful. 

It was perfect to play happy couple while in front of Rafael’s bosses. Not that Charlotte even wanted to go. Lately the two of them haven’t been able to agree on anything. Fighting left and right. Ignoring each other and sleeping separately.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had already agreed to go that night. She would have canceled. Not that she would do that to Rafael. Despite how mad they were at one other for stupid things. Charlotte knew deep in her heart; she loved that man with all she had. Even if he was a little jealous and not all that fun.

Not that she ever let it get to her. She knew her feelings for her Cuban lover. It wasn’t cause of his late hours and moody behavior that she was going to break up with him. What others see and what Lottie sees. It two different men. The Rafael Barba, Assistant District Attorney for Manhattan, mainly works SVU cases. He was a cold; hard ass determined to win and give his victims some peace after the suffering they go through. Then there was her Rafi. The man who would send her random texts during the day when he had the time. Calling her late night on the phone so she’s the last voice he hears. Cooking breakfast for her after spending the night together. The flowers and small gifts, letting her know he needs her after a specific hard case. That was the man she fell in love with. Not that people understood that.

Being thirty and Rafael almost 41. People gave them looks. It didn’t help that Charlotte looked younger than she was. They just never cared. They ignored the comments.

“Tonight, is gonna be a good night...” Charlotte told herself before going to answer her door.

Rafael was on the other side smiling. “Mi amor…” he said softly. Wrapping his arms around her. The two hugged and shared a soft kiss. “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry…” but he was silenced when Charlotte pressed their lips together once again.

“Don’t apologize. It’s fine. Honestly Rafi, you have a stressful job. I DO understand.” She said quietly and leaned their foreheads against one another.

Once in the car, riding to where the event was taking place that night. Charlotte found herself with a constant blush upon her cheeks. Taking in every compliment Rafael threw her way. The two held each other and kissed softly. Just as they were pulling up, Charlotte was sure to fix her makeup and allowed Rafael to help her out. It was some big gala for the Attorneys, Judges and such of New York. It was a big turn-out.

Inside, Charlotte being careful with her dress with each step. Even lifting it a little so she could walk without tripping. They managed to chat with a few people Rafael knew. Some even Charlotte knew from previous dinners like this. Though none before was ever so formal.

By the time the dinner part was over. Charlotte nodded to Rafael who excused himself to go talk with a judge. She wanted to finish her dessert still. So, when some guy came and sat next to her. Charlotte tried to be polite. Not that she was even paying him much attention. Just giving small “Hums” and “Ahs” she finished the cake and drank the rest of her wine. Standing up, the male doing the same. Charlotte took a step back when he stepped forward. The strong smell of vodka on his breath was something really unsettling.

Charlotte wasn’t even able to say anything before she was being dragged away. Turning her head to see Rafael with a scowl on his face. The girl wondered what happened to their night that had been going so well.

“What the hell are you doing? Half of these people here are my colleagues! Please don’t do this tonight!” he hissed in her ear. Making Charlotte wonder what it is he thought he had seen between vodka breath and her.

“Okay, you know what… Mr. Harvard Graduate! I can’t take much more of this! This obsessive, controlling, envious paranoia!” she snapped, finally having enough. Not even realize that the SVU squad was around. Or that the music had stopped. “That’s it! I’ve had it!”

“Lottie…”

“NO! Ever since New Year's, I haven't said a word about it. We do what you want to do Jesus! I didn't pierce my nipples because it grossed you out! I didn't stay and dance at my friend’s engagement party because YOU wanted to go home!” She snapped at her boyfriend.

“Por Favor... you were letting some guy flirt with you there!” he said, not grasping on the fact that others around could hear their argument.

“Is that what this is about!? Rafael! There will ALWAYS be some guy flirting with me! Gimme a break!” she laughed at how stupid his excuse was. “Have I EVER given you ANY reason to not trust me? To not believe that I ONLY. LOVE. YOU!” she jabbed her finger into his chest with her last three words.

“Every single day, when I walk down the street to and from work. You know what I hear? ‘Baby so sweet!’ it’s not like that’s something I can help!” she shook her head and took a step away from the man. “You’re gonna have to choose. Take me baby or leave me. Cause I’m done feeling like it’s MY fault that guys flirt with me. I don’t approach them.” Charlotte turned around and went back to the table for her small clutch. Grabbing it, she rushed out of the room.

Ignoring all the eyes on her. She finally made it outside and waved down a cab. Inside, she ignored the calls from Olivia and Amanda. She missed seeing Rafael rush outside. The only thing Charlotte saw was her own heartache at that moment.

What was supposed to be such a good night, a night full of happiness. Turned out to be one of the worst nights of her life.

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Shake It Out. pt Two

Warnings: Cursing, Abuse, Miscarriage.

Phoebe went the next two months working hard and doing everything she can to make sure the bills were being paid. Brad didn't care. Laying around all day drinking and watching tv. Not caring that his wife was working her ass off while pregnant at five months. Her belly noticeable by now, since she didn't have money left over to buy clothes. She would fix her stuff to fit her. Putting elastic bands on her pants and shorts. Wearing more dresses and loose-fitting shirts.

But when winter hit, the poor girl didn't know what to do.

It was after she bought a winter coat for herself that her husband finally took notice in her.

"What.... the FUCK is that?" Brad yelled one day when she got home from work.

Confused, Phoebe looked around before realizing he was talking about her jacket.

"I... I needed a coat to wear. None of my jackets kept me warm enough since I walk to work and back home." she told him, trying to stay calm. Not wanting to show him that she was nervous.

After that day that he held her by her throat. Phoebe continued to get slapped around. There always appearing some kind of bruise on her body. On her cheek, arm, back, ribs. She just never told anyone and when asked about it, she would brush it off as nothing.

"Oh, you need a coat? Poor you." He hissed, standing up from the couch. Throwing the bottle of beer he held in his hand. The bottle hitting the wall with such a force, Phoebe had to turn away as glass flew all around.

"What about me? Did you even remember your husband or did you just think about yourself? HUH?" He yelled, not that that was what he was angry about. "Of course not! You selfish Bitch! Only thinking of you. Wasting money that we don't have!"

As he stalked forward, Phoebe tried to back away. But it was no use, she was already near the wall. All it took was for her to take another step back that her back touched the wall.

"Brad... I.. I'm sorry." She tried to tell him but it was no use.

As soon as his hand reached out in a closed fist. Her head snapped sideways as his hand connected to her face. The force making it so her head hit back against the wall. Causing her to become dizzy.

Thinking that was it, Phoebe never saw the second blow. Never saw his hand coming forward and tossing her to the ground. She could barely make out his words.

Phoebe knew he was telling her he regretted marrying her, regretted being with her and that she got pregnant. All these words that she's heard before.

What she didn't expect was the kicking and foot shoving. The pain was almost unbearable. Tears rolled down my cheeks, cries left my mouth as I begged him to stop. Calling out his name, trying to get him to stop what he was doing. There was no point.

Brad kept going, kept yelling. Kept kicking and hitting.

It was only after he stopped, what felt like a century did Phoebe watch Brad stalk out of the house.. the door being left wide open. She could feel a liquid coat her thighs and she couldn't move or call out for help.

Her head hurt, her body ached and her stomach, she couldn't even begin to explain the pain she was in. Not being able to keep her eyes open, Phoebe swore she saw someone coming up the front steps before her eyes closed and she passed out.

Daryls' POV:

You had to deft to not hear the yelling and crying. Hell, Daryl was across the street and he heard it. Both Daryl and his brother were sitting at home drinking and trying to ignore the yells. One would look at the other and they knew, they just knew they shouldn't get involved.

"Ain't no good gonna come out of this if we get involved Derlina..." Merle would tell him and Daryl would sit back and bite at the skin around his nails.

"Can't jus' sit back an do nothin'.." he spoke and rubbed at his forehead.

Both would glance over at the window, keeping an eye on the house. The house that the brothers learned that dark secrets were spilling from every crack.

"Shit..." both men cursed when they heard an ear-piercing scream.

Seeing the man leave, both brothers glanced at one another. Waited for the car to pull out before both Daryl and Merle got up and rushed out the door.

"Piece of shit... women beater.. would love ta see his ass behind bars... men there don't tolerate that kind of shit." Merle would curse under his breath as they neared the house.

Daryl was ahead of him, arriving in front of the girl with panic in his eyes.

"Get the car... now!" He yelled to his brother who sprung into action.

The Dixon boys usually would never step into someone else's business. They knew better than to meddle in other peoples affairs. But when Daryl first saw the hand marks on the small girl's neck. Only to continue to see the way her husband mistreated her. It was obvious to them just what was happening.

Spending weeks just standing by, not doing anything cause Merle told 'im to. Daryl couldn't believe it got to this point.

He noticed the blood between her legs and noticed the marks appearing on her body.

Daryl couldn't help but blame himself for not doing something earlier. Why didn't he speak up, call the cops? Anything.

Lifting her body, trying to ignore how light she felt. Daryl rushed outside and sat in the backseat with her in his arms.

As Merle rushed to the hospital, ignoring every driving law he could get away with. Merle couldn't believe he was getting involved in this. Hoping to hell that it wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass later.

After arriving at the hospital, and getting the doctors and nurses to help her. Daryl stood there feeling awkward as questions kept being asked and the nurses wanting to know what in the world happened.

"Shit like I know! I found her like tha' in her own house. Heard yelling, crashes and when I went to check it out she was on the ground bloodied and broken." He snapped, eyes narrowing at the nurse who took in his words and nodded.

"I'm guessing you aren't her husband?" She asked, eyeing him carefully.

"Fuck no... but I know it was that asshole who did this to her." He spat and walked towards the waiting area. Sitting beside his brother, the two didn't say a word. But there was no need, they were gonna wait until they were sure she was gonna be ok.

Phoebe's POV:

Waking up in the hospital, remembering everything that happened. Phoebe was confused about how she got there. Hand going to her stomach. She felt like her heart dropped and suddenly she remembered everything that happened.

Listening to the doctors tell her that she needed to still give birth to the now-dead child. That she was too far along to do anything and she wasn't in any risk to get a D&E.

Phoebe went through the pains she would have gone through as if she were to give birth. The contractions and her body forcing her dead baby out. She cried and cursed. Not wanting to go through this, but had no choice.

Hours of pain. Hours of her cervix dilating to give birth to the fetus and the placenta. Hours of wishing she would just die along in the process.

But after it was done and over with. After she had given birth and she turned her head away, not being able to look at her little angel. Her angel who had to part with her too early. She curled up in a fetal position and just cried. Wondering just how she still had tears to cry.

"Mrs. Winters... the men who brought you in are still out in the waiting room." She heard the nurse say, but couldn't bring herself to reply. "One of them is asking if you're ok... can I send him in?"

Nodding, though she wasn't fully comprehending the words or situation. Phoebe kept her eyes on the door. Her blue eyes that were now bloodshot, her skin paler than usual and she knew she looked like a mess. Her face and body bruised.

When a man stood there, looking awkward and like he wasn't sure what he was doing in the first place. His eyes met with hers and she heard him clear his throat.

"Came ta see how you were doing.." he spoke and took a step inside the room.

"I..." Phoebe didn't even know how to answer that question.

"It's a'right if ya can't answer." He said, looking around the room. "After what you been through. Can't blame ya for not knowin' "

Blinking a few times, trying to stop the tears. Phoebe shook her head. "I should have left him when I had the chance.." She whispered. "I was stupid... I just gave birth to my dead baby... my little girl and it's all his fault!" She cried out.

But Daryl didn't flinch. He stood there shocked, but he didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry... you don't even know me, yet you helped me either way... thank you," she said, letting out a small sniffle and closing her eyes.

" 'm Daryl..." he spoke and eyed her carefully.

"I'm Phoebe... thank you for helping me, Daryl." She smiled at him and watched as he nodded before walking back out and leaving.

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Shake It Out pt One

Shake It Out pt One

Characters: Phoebe (FEE-bee) Winters. Brad Winters. Daryl Dixon. Merle Dixon.

Warnings: Swearing. Abuse.

Summary: When new neighbors come and Daryl can’t help but be curious about the loud fighting that happens during the night...

Inspired by the song, Shake it Out - Glee Version. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4MCzmUQrTk )

Phoebe was tired, moving to some small town in Northern Georgia. It wasn’t what she expected from her husband. But when he lost his job in Atlanta and they had to leave everything behind. Phoebe went with him, two months pregnant and determined to make their marriage work.

Arriving at the town, they settled in a small two-bedroom home in a neighborhood Phoebe didn’t feel all too safe about. Not that she was about to say anything, instead she bit her tongue and helped unpack the moving truck. Starting on fixing their home. Hoping to make it perfect for the young couple. 

Being only 25, Phoebe thought she would have been doing something with her life. Not being pregnant to a man who couldn’t even keep a job. Brad did his best, sure. When he wanted, and that wasn’t all the time. He was a 27-year-old man who was still bitter that he never got a scholarship to football that he believes he deserved.

So as he went out looking for a job, she fixed the home. Doing her best and doing what she can to give it a more homey feel. That starting with opening all the windows, hoping to get the smell of cigarettes out and starting to unpack the kitchen supplies. Soft music playing from her phone and the blonde singing along.

Ignoring the sound of men yelling next door, it didn’t bother her. Phoebe expected it actually from the looks of this neighborhood.

That’s how the next few weeks went by. Brad, telling her he was going out looking for a job, never coming up with anything. The couple fighting constantly at night about the bills starting to pile up and them being almost out of money.

Even three months pregnant, Phoebe went out and landed herself a job as a waitress. Deciding that anything was welcomed at that point. So she worked her ass off, doing extra shifts and working late. 

Brad, on the other hand, didn’t take it so well. His wife bringing home the money, it embarrassed him. It made him look bad, so he drank and it slowly started to get worse.

“You’re pathetic! Look at you, we’ve been here for over a month and all you do is drink your ass off!” Phoebe yelled at her husband, eyes narrowing at the sight of the man sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table.

She had just gotten home from another long shift, even bringing dinner home for the two of them. Not that Brad was grateful, he hated it. Calling it trash and that they didn’t need people giving them food like they were poor.

“Shut your mouth, bitch! I’m doing my part! I’m going out, I’m looking for a job!” He would yell back. His words coming out in a slur.

“Like hell you are! I got a job the first day I went looking! You’re telling me you are actually looking? I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re sitting at some bar drinking like usual!” Phoebe threw in his face with narrowed eyes.

Next thing she knew, her back was against the wall and a hand holding her throat. Brad looking at her with pure hatred behind his hazel eyes.

“If I were you, I’d watch what you’re saying..” He sneered and tightened his fingers around her neck. Knowing he was cutting off her air, but he didn’t care at that point.

It was when he noticed her starting to choke out for air that he finally let her go and watched as she sank to the floor. After telling Phoebe to watch what she says, Brad grabbed his wallet and left the house. The door slamming shut behind him. Leaving Phoebe there, crying on the floor against the wall.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Phoebe cursed when the paper bag she held in her hands broke through and the eggs, milk carton and two bags of frozen peas that were in it fell. Still being five houses away from her own home, the blonde glared at her groceries. 

Bending down the best she could while wearing a sundress, she cursed under her breath as she grabbed things on the sidewalk. “Fucker... can’t even bag groceries.. can’t even do his damn job...” she mumbled under her breath about the poor kid who worked the supermarket and put her groceries in the bag.

Standing up and going to grab the remaining bag of peas that was still on the ground, Phoebe stopped. Seeing a man standing there holding the bag for her. His hair was a dark blonde color, his eyes were an amazing blue color and Phoebe almost forgot how to speak. 

“Ya dropped these.” He said, handing them over to her.

Finally snapping out of it, Phoebe grabbed the bag and nodded. “Thank you!” She said, finding her voice. 

Seeing his eyes glance towards her neck, Phoebe made sure she got everything except the few broken eggs on the ground. Saying a soft goodbye, she quickly made her way back to her house. Not wanting any unwanted questions being asked. She had enough of that happening at work. She didn’t need any neighbors preying into her life.

Once she made it home, Phoebe let the door slam shut behind her and she let out a soft sigh. Going to put everything away, she ignored the dead silence of her home. Instead, she went to the kitchen and after putting the food she bought into their rightful places, Phoebe started on cooking dinner. Always making sure to cook enough for two, even if Brad never ate anymore. This wouldn’t give him any reason to say she wasn’t doing her job as his wife. 

Even working long hours on her feet all day, Phoebe kept their home clean, clothes washed and food always served for the two of them. Not that it mattered, nothing she did was ever good enough for Brad. Phoebe had just come to terms with this and didn't care anymore. Knowing that keeping her head down was the best solution for her.

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Honestly.. this is what I say to myself if someone even a Little bit attractive talks to me or looks my way, I cover my face with makeup and try to look nice, but why would anyone like me? I'm fat, ugly, awkward, gap-toothed, weird looking, freak, and worthless loser who doesn't deserve to be loved. #Sad #cutting #relapse #fat #depressed #hatingMyself #freak #ugly #worthless #loser #Goodnight :/

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Lazy night, cooking dinner for my lil siblings.. so far one day clean. #Lazy #PjPants #pajamas #PinkAndBlack #cooking #dinnerTime #OneDayClean #Meh

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Haha I would end up saying like this. #bands #cute #Up #Dog #ILoveYou #PTV #SWS #BVB #OfMiceAndMen #MCR #AskingAlexandria #FIR #PierceTheVeil #sleepingWithSirens #BlackVeilBrides #MyChemicalRomance #FallingInReverse #ILoveThis

[keepacleanwrist]

"What a shame, that girl who once believed in fairytales and magic, had to be struck by reality with demons in her mind and the fear of never being loved." -K.F #Quote #sadness #FakeSmile #Me #Demons #NeverBeingLoved #WhatAShame #patheticMs #FairytaleWishing #Reality #cuts

[keepacleanwrist]

So TBH I love this and when I saw it I had a weird/emotional breakdown... I don't know why I just did. #LiamPayne #quote #GirlWhoHasScars #HasAStory #gottaLoveLiam #LiamPayneQuote #OneDirection

[keepacleanwrist]

Love me or hate me, honey I don't give a damn.. I won't change for anyone. #me #noMakeup #bored #wetHair #random #idk #meh

[keepacleanwrist]

Call me a 'attention Seeker' 'emo' 'cutter' whatever you want.. but unless you know my name, my story and the shit I've been through, I suggest you keep your mouth closed and turn the other way. #Me #BlondeHair #dontTalkShit #sayWhatYouWant #ItsMyLife #IDontCare

[keepacleanwrist]

The cuts may not be deep but the pain is real and the demons are telling me that this is just the beginning. #cuts #cutting #notstrong #NotDeepEnough #thighs #sad #justStarting #MusicHelps #Demons #VoicesInMyHead

[keepacleanwrist]

"Oh what a waste of a perfectly good clean wrist." #trigger #TriggerWarning #cutting #wrIst #notstrong #PTVlyrics