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| Not The Same; Mercedes Chevalier || Alistair Ipswich | |
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| Mercedes Chevalier | Mar 7 2009, 12:22 AM Post #1 |
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Although time with Alistar had grown more pleasant by the day and her addiction seemed to be waning for the moment, there was still something off about Mercedes. She was sure Alistair had noticed and although he knew a lot about Skylar, he didn't know the extent of their story. Mercedes had no idea where her daughter was, her aunt had moved from the town, leaving Mercedes to wonder if she would ever see her daughter again. Now as Mercedes sat in the living room with her cell phone in hand, she waited for a return phone call from anyone. She had called the police station, called her aunt, her ex, everyone. The police wouldn't help her because technically she wasn't missing if Mercedes had left Skylar with her aunt. Sighing, Mercedes slammed her cell phone down on the coffee table in front of her and let out an angry sigh. Mercedes missed her little girl so much. She had done nothing but to protect her daughter all of her life and they had been there for each other through so much that to lose her now, seemed awful. The guilt alone made Mercedes want to use again and that's immediately where her mind went right that second as she glanced towards the door, pondering. |
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| Alistair Ipswich | Mar 7 2009, 12:41 AM Post #2 |
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Alistair had been working his ass off over at Valion's house all day long. He was a wreck without Idriel and Amiah and Alistair couldn't bear to watch his brother like that. He was tempted to cross the portal by himself and attempt to find Idriel. Gabriel had gone missing with Eowyn shortly after Valion had gone into mourning and deep depression and no one knew who to blame. The family had been in ruins for a few weeks and none of them had heard from Delilah since. It was if she didn't care. When Alistair had finally finished running home, he quickly came to a halt at the door. After twisting the knob, Alistair had moved inside and kicked the door shut behind him. "Hey, baby," Alistair said and placed a tender kiss on her lips before continuing into the kitchen. The first thing he needed was what all of the Ipswich brothers turned to when stressed, depressed, or angry: Alcohol. Alistair had grabbed a can of beer from the door of the fridge and moved back to sit down next to his girlfriend. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" Alistair asked her quietly as he draped one of her arms around her shoulders. Alistair had carefully cracked the can open with his teeth and then took a sip of it. He could tell when anything was wrong with Mercedes, she was so easy to read. With a sigh, Alistair picked up the phone and glanced down at it. "No one found Skylar yet?" Alistair asked in a glum tone. Alistair felt bad for Mercedes and wanted to find Skylar just as bad as she did, he felt like her father and he didn't even know her. |
![]() She's got a smile that would make the most senile, annoying old man bite his tongue. I'm not done, she's got eyes comparable to sunrise. And it doesn't stop there, man I swear. She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten, and now she's even got her own song, but movin' on. She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard. And we can be on the phone for three hours, not sayin' one word. And I would still cherish every moment. And when I start to build my future she's the main component. Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here. | |
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| Mercedes Chevalier | Mar 7 2009, 12:58 AM Post #3 |
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"No," Mercedes said simply as she glanced over at the phone in his hands. "But there's no finding her that's the problem. The problem is that I know my aunt has her but doesn't trust me enough to give her back. I know that bitch is lying to me. There's not a question in my mind." Mercedes sunk down onto the couch and kicked her shoes off beneath the coffee table before sliding her feet up to rest on top of it, crossed at the ankles. Mercedes' fingers twidled with themselves at what seemed like a hundred miles a minute. Picking, scratching, moving, it was obvious to see just how anxious or upset she was just by this nervous tick of hers. "But if you were willing to drive me the three hours to her house, I'm sure I could just take my baby back, right? I mean, I'm still her legal guardian and the police say I can't report her missing because I gave her to my aunt to watch her. Right?" Mercedes asked as she looked over at Alistair from the corner of her dark eyes, near tears. "I just don't know what else to do," Mercedes said as she slid into his lap and brought her face very close to his, their lips merely inches apart. |
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| Alistair Ipswich | Mar 7 2009, 01:10 AM Post #4 |
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Alistair had carefully placed the beer can down on the table and moved his large hands to cup her face gently. His hunter orbs bore into her blue ones and he gave her a small smile. "I'd drive you to the end of the Earth to get your baby girl back." Alistair told her and gently pressed her lips to hers though after a few seconds he pulled away and stared up at her. After sliding her out of his lap and placing her down on her feet and continuing to keep his hands on either side of her face. "Go get dressed and then we'll go." Alistair promised her and pressed his lips against her forehead before he pulled her into his arms. "It's gonna be different having a baby around here, Mercedes, though it'll be nice when there's some Ipswich babies running around here." He added with a broad smile and then slowly moved his hands to rest on her flat stomach. |
![]() She's got a smile that would make the most senile, annoying old man bite his tongue. I'm not done, she's got eyes comparable to sunrise. And it doesn't stop there, man I swear. She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten, and now she's even got her own song, but movin' on. She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard. And we can be on the phone for three hours, not sayin' one word. And I would still cherish every moment. And when I start to build my future she's the main component. Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here. | |
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| Mercedes Chevalier | Mar 7 2009, 01:17 AM Post #5 |
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Mercedes glanced down at his hands and gave a nervous, sideways glance towards him. "Haha, Alistair. As much as I want more children. I think that's better left for another time. In a few years, hm?" Mercedes asked and gave his hand a gentle pat before sliding out from underneath him to rise to her feet. Right now, she had to focus on getting her daughter back and then they could discuss having a family down the road. Now was not the time to talk about babies. "I just have to know that this time around, my children won't have a childhood as Skylar has had. I think that means I have to be fully cured of my addiction. Skylar's five and she's been through more than I have," Mercedes explained as she glanced down at her attire. She was in a pair of black pajama pants and a white tank top. It was good enough to go out in so she decided she didn't need to change. After slipping on a pair of flip flops, Mercedes pulled her hair up into a sloppy ponytail and lokced her eyes on Alistair. "Because it's still very hard and baby," Mercedes paused as she crossed the living room and placed a hand on the side of his face. "Skylar is an Ipswich baby. I want you to adopt her. I want her to be legally yours because I just know you'll fall in love with her. She's never really had a father, she'll love you." |
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| Alistair Ipswich | Mar 9 2009, 08:04 PM Post #6 |
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Alistair's smile had faded just a bit as he removed his hands from her stomach and turned away. "So if you go start warming the truck up, I'll be out in a minute. I'm just going to go change my shirt and such." Alistair told her and picked up the beer can from the table. With a sigh he quickly disappeared into the kitchen and threw the can into the trash. Alistair wasn't really focusing on his strength with how hard he threw the can and his attention was only broken when the can smashed against the lid of the trash can. With a shrug, Alistair began to head up stairs and took them slowly. Sure, he wanted to adopt Skylar. God knew he did. But Alistair longed for his own children, ones that resembled he and Mercedes. Unlike his brothers, Alistair had never had a child of his own and after seven hundred and thirty-two years, he yerned for his own family. Oh well, Mercedes didn't want them and he'd just have to wait, he did have forever, afterall. Once Alistair was upstairs he pulled his messy tank top from his body and let his tense muscles relax for a moment before he began to sort through the drawer. Alistair had settled on a simple, red tee shirt and then pulled it over his head. On his way out, Alistair had grabbed a black, Hurley hat and slid it on backwards before going down the steps quickly. |
![]() She's got a smile that would make the most senile, annoying old man bite his tongue. I'm not done, she's got eyes comparable to sunrise. And it doesn't stop there, man I swear. She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten, and now she's even got her own song, but movin' on. She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard. And we can be on the phone for three hours, not sayin' one word. And I would still cherish every moment. And when I start to build my future she's the main component. Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here. | |
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| Mercedes Chevalier | Mar 9 2009, 08:36 PM Post #7 |
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Once Alistair moved into the kitchen, Mercedes hopped up to grab the keys to the truck and quickly made her way outside where Alistair's vehicle was parked. After sliding inside, she placed the key into the ignition and started it up. When the truck roared to life, Mercedes smiled and slid back to wait for him to come out. Once he had, Mercedes slid across the center and gave his cheek a quick peck. She was overly excited to see her little Skylar again and yet she was nervous at the same time, which was strange. "Okay, to Portland then," Mercedes said as Alistair backed out of the driveway. It would be a good two hour drive now and Mercedes wasn't looking forward to the wait, she was already so anxious that she felt as if she might be sick. "I'm nervous...Is that strange?" |
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| Alistair Ipswich | Mar 9 2009, 09:01 PM Post #8 |
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"Don't know, never had kids." Alistair told her honestly and lent back in his seat as he drove towards the highway. It was almost five and it'd take nearly three hours for them to get there, considering they'd probably have to stop to get Mercedes dinner and all that stuff. One of Alistair's hands slowly slid across the center console to rest on Merceces' thigh and he smiled. "It'll be all right though, baby." |
![]() She's got a smile that would make the most senile, annoying old man bite his tongue. I'm not done, she's got eyes comparable to sunrise. And it doesn't stop there, man I swear. She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten, and now she's even got her own song, but movin' on. She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard. And we can be on the phone for three hours, not sayin' one word. And I would still cherish every moment. And when I start to build my future she's the main component. Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here. | |
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| Mercedes Chevalier | Mar 9 2009, 09:10 PM Post #9 |
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-----Nearly 3 Hours Later----- When Mercedes and Alistair pulled into the driveway of her aunt's house, Mercedes' eyes shot to the swingset on the front lawn. It seemed as if her aunt had already made a home for Skylar here, that she was anticipating keeping Skylar regardless of what happened to Mercedes. "Well, here goes nothing." Once Mercedes had exited the truck, she waited for Alistair and once he was at her side, she made her way up the front porch to the door. After knocking just twice, the door was jerked open by an overweight woman in her fifties, dark, short curly hair and glasses. It was obvious by the expression on her aunt's face that she was not expecting to see Mercedes. "Hey Aunt Denise," Mercedes said simply, forcing a small smile as she tried to glance past her to see her baby girl. "Mommy! Mommy!" Skylar screamed when she heard her mother's voice all the way from the kitchen. Skylar's high pitched, french accent continued to scream mommy in a happy tone as she ran through the living room and to the front door. When she saw her mother standing in front of her, her face lit up. "Where has you been?" She asked as she clung to her mother's legs. Skylar resembled Mercedes in nearly every way. She had jet black hair that was curly and reached just to her shoulders, though it was pulled up in a ponytail right now. She had dark freckles on her upper cheeks and nose and was also missing a few teeth because of her age. Her eyes were bright blue and skin dark, she hardly had any of her father's qualities about her, which Mercedes was grateful for. |
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| Alistair Ipswich | Mar 9 2009, 09:22 PM Post #10 |
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Alistair had shoved the truck keys into his pocket as he followed Mercedes up the steps. When she began to knock, he glanced around, adjusting his hat. This was a good place for a child to grow up, but Skylar needed to be with her mother and Mercedes deserved a second chance. When Alistair heard the door open, he trecked back up the wooden porch steps, his steel-toed boots making the steps creek before he stopped behind Mercedes to stare at the middle-aged woman. He could see her clearly over Mercedes' head. When Skylar had rushed out and jumped into Mercedes' arms, Alistair braced her back with one of his hands so that she didn't fall over and gave the two a small smile before stepping in front to speak to her aunt. Alistair and Mercedes would be taking Skylar with them today or he would have the police her. Technically, Mercedes still had custody over Skylar and if Mercedes wanted her back then she would have her. "Excuse me, Ms. Flanigan," Alistair started, his thick-Scottish accent shining through with every word. "Mercedes and I are going to be taking Skylar with us back to Rockland, where she belongs. It is appreciated that you gave so much time and work to raise Skylar while Mercedes was sick, but she is cured now and we'd like to take Skylar home without any objections. If that can't happen then I will gladly call the police and my lawyer." Alistair informed Mercedes' aunt, his tone slightly harsh but completely honest. |
![]() She's got a smile that would make the most senile, annoying old man bite his tongue. I'm not done, she's got eyes comparable to sunrise. And it doesn't stop there, man I swear. She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten, and now she's even got her own song, but movin' on. She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard. And we can be on the phone for three hours, not sayin' one word. And I would still cherish every moment. And when I start to build my future she's the main component. Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here. | |
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