Post by Mistress Emma on Feb 24, 2008 6:22:19 GMT -5
[A/N: This does not fit in this category, probably. But I'm not sure what other category it would belong in, so deal/move it to the category you find appropriate]
Elizabeth's parents had gotten divorced shortly after she was born. Her father never paid enough attention to her mother, and the marraige fell apart.
Elizabeth lived with her mother, Georgia, who had remarried Thomas who was also divorced, with a son just a year older than her. Elizabeth and her step-brother Todd were good friends.
Elizabeth's father never remarried. Elizabeth picked up he did love some woman, and when she was twelve, she asked.
"Dad?"
"Yes Liz?"
"Before Mum, did you love someone? I always had a feeling that's why you and Mum fell to bits."
He gave a smile, but it was such a happy one. "It's probably your business too. Come sit." he indicated to the sofa. "Yes, I did. Loving her probably wasn't such a smart thing to do, but I did anyway. I was only 19 when I met her, she was beautiful. She had these amazing emerald eyes... Anyway, she had come from a bad family history, I think she was born of rape or something like that. She couldn't cope. Ran away from home, turns to drugs and she was a protistute."
"Sounds like she was headed for disaster."
"She was. We met, she tried to piece her life back together, got a job and an apartment. I was her boyfriend, and a lot of this happened because... you would have had a little sister, except... Her pimp, he wasn't to happy about her quitting."
"I think I can imagine? Her killed her, or something like that."
"Yeah. They caught him, at least. I've never moved on, though she was only my second or third girlfriend ever. Maybe young love's very strong"
Elizabeth thought of this wistfully. "Henry loves me so much..."
"I'm not entirely sure if I should let you have a boyfriend at twelve, but he's you're age, he should treat you well."
"We're twelve, we're not having sex any time soon, Dad."
He laughed.
[A/N: THIS IS SO POINTLESS AND DUMB. -facepalm-]
Elizabeth's parents had gotten divorced shortly after she was born. Her father never paid enough attention to her mother, and the marraige fell apart.
Elizabeth lived with her mother, Georgia, who had remarried Thomas who was also divorced, with a son just a year older than her. Elizabeth and her step-brother Todd were good friends.
Elizabeth's father never remarried. Elizabeth picked up he did love some woman, and when she was twelve, she asked.
"Dad?"
"Yes Liz?"
"Before Mum, did you love someone? I always had a feeling that's why you and Mum fell to bits."
He gave a smile, but it was such a happy one. "It's probably your business too. Come sit." he indicated to the sofa. "Yes, I did. Loving her probably wasn't such a smart thing to do, but I did anyway. I was only 19 when I met her, she was beautiful. She had these amazing emerald eyes... Anyway, she had come from a bad family history, I think she was born of rape or something like that. She couldn't cope. Ran away from home, turns to drugs and she was a protistute."
"Sounds like she was headed for disaster."
"She was. We met, she tried to piece her life back together, got a job and an apartment. I was her boyfriend, and a lot of this happened because... you would have had a little sister, except... Her pimp, he wasn't to happy about her quitting."
"I think I can imagine? Her killed her, or something like that."
"Yeah. They caught him, at least. I've never moved on, though she was only my second or third girlfriend ever. Maybe young love's very strong"
Elizabeth thought of this wistfully. "Henry loves me so much..."
"I'm not entirely sure if I should let you have a boyfriend at twelve, but he's you're age, he should treat you well."
"We're twelve, we're not having sex any time soon, Dad."
He laughed.
[A/N: THIS IS SO POINTLESS AND DUMB. -facepalm-]