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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 1, 2009 15:55:47 GMT -5
"Who.. me... no.. of course not.. .what am I going to talk about with a lawyer... alright yes... I need to talk to your father.." Liam said, after seeing that look in Sammi's eyes, it was still hard for him since it was all about putting his father behind bars, it's a hard thing to do, even if the family members hates you a lot and you hate him in return. Liam still had his fathers blood after all.
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Post by Sammi Miller on Nov 1, 2009 15:58:06 GMT -5
Sammi's eyes darkened when Liam began denying it but her expression softened when he backpedaled and admitted he needed a lawyer's help. Since he was being stingy on the details, Sammi elaborated. "His dad beat him."
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Post by Mallory Johnson on Nov 1, 2009 16:00:05 GMT -5
Mal stood up and used the goal post to balance as she pulled one foot towards her butt to stretch the hamstrings. Glancing over her shoulder at Liam she smiled encouraingly. "My dad will help make sure he can't hurt you anymore. And I can tell you're nervous about it, but you shouldn't be. Your dad won't neccessarily go to jail."
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 1, 2009 16:06:47 GMT -5
"He isn't beating me up, just throwing rocks to make sure I die eventually.." Liam just said, as he looked at Mal, her smile still didn't make him comfortable, he was still nervous about all this, but he sighed. "Guess I just can't keep living with a guy who keeps doing that.. to his own son.." Liam said, sighing again, it was hard but he had to control that nervous behavior of his.
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Post by Mallory Johnson on Nov 1, 2009 16:09:59 GMT -5
"That's what I call beating up" Mal muttered, saddened. She didn't know how a father couldn't love their own son. "Well, I gotta pick up my bag...you guys can come with me." She began jogging back towards the other end of the field where a handful of the team was still hanging out and stretching.
Sammi followed her, looking over one shoulder to make sure Liam was also following. "Don't worry about it. I promise, you'll feel better after talking to Mr. Johnson."
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 1, 2009 16:59:51 GMT -5
Liam just looked at the two girls and smiled, following Sammi and Mal, he looked at the girls for a while stretching, blushing a bit, he shouldn't be looking there, so he looked at the goals instead. He was wondering how the Coach was doing, being able to train girls like that, it just seemed like a hard thing to do.
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Post by Mallory Johnson on Nov 1, 2009 17:04:59 GMT -5
"Hey Mal, hey Sam, hey..." The goalkeeper, Becky Dawes was looking past Mal and Sammi now at Liam. "...guy I don't know..." She pulled off her sweaty shirt to reveal her sports bra. Clearly she wasn't shy. Then she reached up to pull the elastic from her tangled hair. "What's up?"
Mal plopped down on the grass next to her teammate and began taking off her cleats. "I'm just getting my stuff together." She didn't say anything about bringing Liam to see her dad. She didn't need to spread the poor guy's life story.
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 1, 2009 17:10:35 GMT -5
When he finally had the courage to look, he looked at the goalkeeper. "Hello.." Though when he saw her Bra, his face blushed completely, shocked, his mouth was wide open so was his eyes. He was wondering if he was dead and in heaven or something like that but he was still in the soccer field, he just shook his head and slapped his forehead, focusing on something else, though it was getting too distracting for him.
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Post by Mallory Johnson on Nov 1, 2009 17:15:52 GMT -5
"Dawes" bellowed Coach Gibson. "A little decency please. Can't you see the poor boy's going to keel over and die in a minute?" His tone was jesting and good-natured.
Becky reached into her duffel bag, pulled out a clean shirt and yanked it over her head. "Don't have a cow, Coach" she called back. "I'm sure he's seen plenty of bras in his lifetime. It's not like I completely stripped." She quirted some water into her mouth and tossed the bottle aside.
Mal put her cleats, shinguards, and socks in her bag and pulled out a pair of turquoise flipflops that she proceeded to put on her feet. She pulled the elastic from her hair and began running her fingers through it to try and get it back to some kind of normal consistancy before they left to go find her dad.
Sammi glanced sideways at Liam. "Are you ok?"
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 1, 2009 17:22:55 GMT -5
Liam just kept on looking, hearing what the coach said, at least it was a good-natured, and he knew how the coach was. Liam just looked at the bra again, remaining the same, eyes wide open and mouth wide open, until the goalkeeper put a t-shirt on, Liam just shook his head and blinked a couple times. "That ain't fair.." He just muttered, soon taken aback by Sam's question he just nodded. "I'm..I'm...alright....yes...I'm not in heaven am I.. we still in the soccer field?"
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Post by Mallory Johnson on Nov 1, 2009 17:25:30 GMT -5
Sammi laughed. "Yes we are...looks like someone's got a crush on Becky Dawes...you should talk to her" she suggested, giving him a slight push in Becky's direction.
Unfortunately for Liam, just then, Mal stood up, shouldered her duffel bag and called a general good-bye to the group. Then she focused more directly on Sammi and Liam. "Come on guys, I think my dad will still be at his office if we hurry."
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 1, 2009 17:34:33 GMT -5
"W...wh...what.." Liam just said, as he got pushed closer toward the goalkeeper of the team, he just looked at her in the eyes about to say something, maybe he did have courage to try it out, though Mal came and focused at them, he didn't really have the time as he soon looked at Mal, part of him wanted to say something to Becky, but there was important matters to go into and he knew Sam wouldn't let that occasion slip, specially if his father keeps beating him up.
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Post by Mallory Johnson on Nov 1, 2009 17:37:42 GMT -5
Becky looked up and raised an eyebrow when she saw Liam staring at her. He seemed about to say something but then he turned and left. She shrugged and went back to packing up her bag.
Mal led them to her car. Well...not really hers. It belonged to any kid in the Johnson household who could drive. They had to share it. And it wasn't the coolest of cars either. It was a Toyota. But it served the purpose. Mal tossed her bag into the trunk. "Ok, here's the plan. We try his office. If he's not there, we'll go to my house and see if he went home early."
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 1, 2009 17:44:43 GMT -5
"A...alright.. hum.. huh your friend... does.. she have.. a boyfriend, the goalkeeper of your team..." He asked as he went to sit on the backseat, looking at the soccer field once more, too bad he wasn't able to say anything she might have thought that he was weird or something, well he was weird. Liam just kept looking there and soon shook his head. "What will happen though.. when your dad wins the case.. if he accepts to do it of course...what will happen to my old man?"
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Post by Mallory Johnson on Nov 1, 2009 17:52:19 GMT -5
Mal opened her mouth to answer the first question when another one was fired at her. She decided to answer that one first. "It depends on what the jury says and if the judge agrees. But he'll either go to jail or he'll be given a fine and a restricting order so that he can't go within a certain amount of feet of you and if he breaks that contract then he definitely will go to jail." She paused, getting in the driver's seat and turning the key. "Oh...and no, Becky's not dating anyone."
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