I know it's been a while, I don't mean to pry
But when I asked you if you're happy I didn't hear a smile
And that don't sound like you
Nah, that ain't the girl I knew you always sounded like
Truck tires on a gravel road
Laughing at the world, blasting my radio
Cannonballs splashing in the water
Doing whatever whenever you wanted
What did he do?
'Cause you don't sound like you anymore
What Did He Do by Lee Brice
Ring.
One.... he had been everything to her. That was why she left. She didn't know any better at the time. While everyone told he was bad for her, she hadn't believed them. Called them liars. Told them off, cursed them off. She screamed at her best friend. Accused him of trying to ruin her life. But he hadn't. She saw that now. He had been trying to protect her. It took her three years to notice that.
Ring.
Two. She counted each ring as it came, seeing if he would pick up. He, being her best friend she hadn't spoken to in three years. She had told him she never wanted to see him again. Told him she hated him. Said she wished they had never met because all he tried to do was ruin her life. Boy how she was wrong. She needed him now more than ever, and she silently wished he would pick up. But understood if he wouldn't.
Ring.
Three.... maybe it was the wrong number? Or maybe he was just letting it go to voicemail. As she sat at the bus stop her hands shook with her light suitcase at her side. she fumbled as her fingers almost dropped the phone, but quickly brought it up to her ear once more. It was late, around eleven o'clock, and it wouldn't surprise her if he was already in bed. It was the middle of the week and the small town they had grown up in was mostly farms, so everyone was early to bed and early to rise. She had left the town with her now ex-fiancé for the big city. She missed it more than anything.
Ring.
Four... she counted and then a voice, "Hello?" His thick southern drawl reminding her of home and she froze up. "Hello?" He said again after a moment, and she could tell he was tired. She must have woken him from sleep or he was just falling asleep.
"Hey, (y/c), it's Edna Sharp." She spoke, her voice shaking with nervousness and her southern drawl hardly there any more as her fiancé had hated that she sounded so different compared to the other New Yorkers. She could hear him shuffle around before she said, "I'm coming back to Heightstown.... I know it's late, and I know I should have called a head of time. I just needed to.... get out of the city. I needed to come home. My parents, as I'm sure you know have decided to travel and I... i'm sorry to ask this so late, but do you mind if I stay at your house for tonight?"
She half glanced at herself in the reflection of the bus stop's glass. Her once long brown hair that she had loved was chopped short barely shoulder length, which is the shortest she had ever gone. She always had her hair touching the small of her back, but she had changed for her ex, because he was her everything. Yet he was still made at her even though she had tried to change so much for him. Her brown eyes looked haggard. While she looked alright she could see the swollenness of her left eye where her makeup covered a fresh bruise. She couldn't see the bruises under long sleeve shirt but she could feel them. She could feel them just as clear as she could see the bruise on her eye without makeup. "I'm about an hour out. If it is too much to ask I can find somewhere else to go... you know what, nevermind. I'm sorry I asked. I don't want to be a burden on you, (y/c)."
She half wanted to hang up but his quick talking stopped her. She froze as she sat waiting for the next bus to show. She listen to his voice, just calmly listening to him. Oh how she regretted pushing him away. But he had been trying to control her, right? No. That was Jason. Jason tried to control her, and had for the longest time. He was the one who had given her the bruises.
Your pretty brown hair, you always loved it
Guess he didn't like it so you just cut it
And that don't sound like you
Nah, that ain't the girl I knew you always sounded like
Truck tires on a gravel road
Laughing at the world, blasting my radio
Cannonballs splashing in the water
Doing whatever whenever you wanted
What did he do?
'Cause baby you don't sound like you anymore
Oh, anymore
OOC
My charrie has been with an abusive fiancé for the last three years. She cut off your character, her family, and all her friends and lived up in NYC with him. Your character has never left their hometown (unless for work). She is coming back to their hometown and ends up crashing with him as she had thrown out her parents' house keys and they are away travelling. Your character teaches mine what love is (as he has always had a crush on her), teaches her how to trust again, and learns what her exfiance had done to her. (we can have fiancé show up if you want extra tension) Over time she will fall in love with him, and he more in love with her.
Please throw in random plot twists because I LOVE THEM and I will probably do the same.
Okay so please be able to post a minimum of 4 paragraphs, my muse is super high for this and I would to keep this going. To join just post a picture, name and age (within a year of Eddie's please) and then a response to the above. They live in South Carolina, USA in a small made up town of Heightstown that is mostly farms and a population of about 600 people total.
Please listen to: That Don't Sound Like You by Lee Brice, I want to Know what Love is by Foreigner, Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams, and What Ifs by Kane Brown as they all contributed to the theme of this thread.
this thread will contain the following (why it has controversial topics):
-rape (it will be spoken of when she is telling your character what her fiancé did, but will not go into detail)
-domestic abuse (spoken of)
-self harm (part of her mental state currently)
-depression
-anxiety
if any of these are triggers for you please do not join, as this is the warning. The rape and domestic abuse will be spoken of. Rape will be implied, but not gone into detail, and domestic abuse will be explained more in depth along with her self harm.
