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Jem…Chapter 25
Chapter 25
In all those stories both porn and not they never really go into detail of the logistics of four people in a bed. All of different body types and add in the fact we’re all prone to tossing and turning in our own ways.
Kimmie…who ever she hooks up with best be prepared for bumps and bruises. I’m so sore when I wake up in the morning. The girls aren’t in the bed anymore and I can sort of feel everything.
Bruises, where I got hit, where Adam grabbed me. My scrapes from before…with Raven.
I get up brushing hair from my face, pulling a few strands from my mouth. It does stuff like that after using product meant for girls. It’s more fine and flippy. I get the crusty gunk out of my eyes.
I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom. I’m sort of semi conscious of the way I’m acting scratch and rub at girly places, adjust my panties. Go to the bathroom and do my business then shower.
The house is quiet. Brooklyn and Kim have detention, Raven’s at work…it’s I don’t know good? Because I have the house and my thoughts to myself and I can just let things sort of just be whatever they’re going to be.
I know that sounds weird, but it feels good to decompress.
It sucks because I’m alone and I’m not sure I want to be. There’s still leftover feelings of being vulnerable there lingering that are like the psychic echoes of the aches and pains my bodies feeling.
I get why women love their shower.
No, I’m not talking about the sex stuff but of all things washing my hair. There’s something so perfect about the scratchy scrub of my fingers that massaging stuff out of my brain into the thick lather then the best parts of shower rinse repeat is the rinse.
There’s something really good about feeling the hot water through my hair as it rinses away the bullshit.
I so, so get that whole thing when the tired worn out girl’ll say. “God I need a shower.”
I towel dry my hair and towel wrap it. It’s just something I picked up from the girls. A blow dryer is okay but long term not great on the hair. I go and change into panties, inserts with my comfy bra and sweat pants and Mom’s McGill hoody and some wool socks. It’s the one thing I really had in common with being a girl before being Jem. And that’s cold toes. It’s not so much my feet as my toes get chilly and I know it’s all kiddish of me but I like sliding my feet in my socks on the hardwood floors.
Someone made me a fresh pot of coffee that I just had to turn on and there’s an omelet in the frying pan waiting for me. It makes me smile a little, it’s so nice to get these things done for me. I eat it while the coffee is brewing and then have a glass of orange juice then brush my teeth. I rinse really well too because toothpaste aftertaste doesn’t mix well with coffee. I untowel my hair and brush it out and let it air dry.
I pour myself a big coffee in a mug and go into the living room. I start setting up the stuff from last night for the footage and the computers to get ready and go online and I start editing the footage on one lap top and responding to stuff from our accounts on the other.
There’s a bit of a talk in the threads on girl on girl violence and stuff with the band and that Summer and Raven were ex’s as there’s some people who were around then during those shows.
Thinking about Summer though just gets me passed off and that leads to me thinking about Adam.
I flip on the camera for the laptop.
“You know what?”
“I’m really tired of people getting to think that they can just get away with treating people like garbage.”
“You all have seen the fight that went on between me and Summer, well that’s a prime example. I mean not naming any names but this skanky slutty blonde meet this nice cute dark haired girl from a small town and she finds out she’s got a great voice, and a great head for writing music and she tricks her into a lesbian romance…just proving that she’s as bad as any ball-swinger for using someone and her feelings! Now the blonde skanky ho is thinking she’s the shit and she takes off after breaking the dark haired shy girls heart and steals all the stuff that the dark haired girl had ever wrote while they were together leaving nothing left except for word against word.”
“In what world is this fair?”
“Oh and that’s not all! Now the skanky blonde’s all pissed off because apparently her puss was so awe inspiring and magic that the sweet cute dark haired girl was supposed to be utterly destroyed and never have any self esteem any more.”
“And…and the skanky bed hopping little troll thinks she has a right to be pissed?”
“Oh Hell no!”
“But that’s not the only thing I’m pissed about.”
“I’ve got another case, a friend a really good friend and I’ve still never heard the full story but where she grew up she was treated worse than an effing dog because she’s a girl!”
“I mean how screwed up is a family when they treat their daughter that bad that you can feel her shaking from the hits when she’s having flashbacks!”
“And another friend so ignored of any human effing contact from her own parents because she doesn’t fit their definition of per-effing-ection!”
“And another friend, who got chased out of his hometown because of this longstanding feud between him and this rich silver spoon ass that is on this personal holy war because my friend wouldn’t cow-tow to him or his almighty family because they supposedly run this town.”
“Does this asshole man up and even try to face my friend fair and square? No. No he doesn’t. Does he take things like a man? No, he get’s his nose broken even when him and a bunch of his followers try and jump him as a gang.”
“And what does he do once he gets him nose busted? He get’s the local cops to do his dirty work for him trumping up an assault charge by having those same sheeple get together then swearing out that my friend attacked him!?”
“Oh and my friend, he’s a cancer survivor, raised in a single parent household and might weigh one forty while rich boy has four inches on him in height and a good forty pounds. How the hell is that fair?”
“It’s not and because he’s rich and his family owns everything around here pretty much including half the town council and apparently the town police he thinks that he can just do whatever the hell he wants.”
“Why am I so pissed?”
“The little skanky blonde trying to rough me up because she’s not so talented when she’s off her back or her knees sure. But more because this asshole, this asshole and the fact that he thinks he can do whatever he wants has me this mad!”
“Why? Because of my friend? Yeah sure but me too.”
“Last night after the show because he though he could he grabbed me and he tried to force himself on me.”
“Here check this out.”
I lift my shirt and show the finger grip bruises on my sides and then the ones on my upper arms and look back at the camera.
“That’s why I’m this pissed off.”
“He even got away with it because he has enough pull that the people that did show up as I was yelling backed off because his family could reach out and get them fired, or their parents fired or invoke some by law or do some nasty underhanded crap that they’re known for.”
“The one good thing is I smacked him in that hemorrhoid he calls his nose.”
“He knows who I’m talking about. I’m not going to say his name so his families lawyers can’t nail my butt to a cross but I know if you live here in Hardy Point you know just who I’m talking about.”
I let out a great big sigh.
“So if you’re just so sick to death about the shit that’s going on in this town hit like or share or copy this to your own pages. Write in about stuff that’s been done to you or people you love by people like this and we’ll show them that we’re all tired of them, and the bullying and their bullshit!”
I switch off the feed and still kind of worked up I reset the cameras so they can record me in the rehearsal area and I press play on the song I’m going to lip-synch to and record to have it playing for my post.
The song… “We’re not going to take it!” By Twisted Sister.
Oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
we've Got The Right To Choose And
there Ain't No Way We'll Lose It
this Is Our Life, This Is Our Song
we'll Fight The Powers That Be Just
don't Pick Our Destiny 'cause
you Don't Know Us, You Don't Belong
oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
oh You're So Condescending
your Gall Is Never Ending
we Don't Want Nothin', Not A Thing From You
your Life Is Trite And Jaded
boring And Confiscated
if That's Your Best, Your Best Won't Do
oh.....................
oh.....................
we're Right/yeah
we're Free/yeah
we'll Fight/yeah
you'll See/yeah
oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
no Way!
oh.....................
oh.....................
we're Right/yeah
we're Free/yeah
we'll Fight/yeah
you'll See/yeah
we're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
we're Not Gonna Take It, No!
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
just You Try And Make Us
we're Not Gonna Take It
come On
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
you're All Worthless And Weak
we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
now Drop And Give Me Twenty
we're Not Gonna Take It
oh Crinch Pin
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh You And Your Uniform
we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore
I completely lose myself in it and the whole rocking out mime yelling at the camera along with the tune letting my hair headbang dry and get as crazy as theirs is in the band or was I should say and I do the devil horns and even mouth rush the camera and crazy stick out my tongue at the end of the song and before I’m calm enough to maybe think about all of it and maybe chicken out I post up my rant followed by my concert geekette rebel lip-synching.
I kind of submit then to falling sideways on the floor in front of the couch and panting and smiling.
I lay there for about a half an hour and get back to the sites and then Raven sends me a P.M.
[Turn on the lunch time news on the SHAW local.]
I reach over and take the remote and turn on the TV, flip through the channels until I see…
Mike’s car a burnt out shell.
The house…the front steps are burned too….
The reporter girl’s talking about how it was two gasoline fire bombs and that not just the local police are looking into the matter but how O.P.P. (Ontario Provincial Police) are looking into the matter as well as the RCMP.
They…
My House…
My Dad…
I get mad, so mad I’m shaking and honestly I want a gun. I know who the hell did this or had it done and I…I want a gun. You ever been that mad that if you had the opportunity to do something completely awful you would’ve.
I think If I had a gun I wouldn’t have stopped until Adam, his crew, his family, Summer were all dead.
I was so mad that for ten minutes all I did was sit there and get madder and madder and shake with rage and get myself filled with the most nastiest violent sick thoughts of revenge and then some that my head just started pounding and I barely got to the bathroom before I puked until I dry heaved.
I hate feeling that much…uugg!
I’m not going to be them, I’m not going to let them turn me into one of them.
“You okay?”
I feel hands rubbing my back and look up to see Raven there…she’s holding my hair.
“You left early?”
“Yeah, I saw that on the news and told my boss that’s my foster-dads place.”
“Foster dad?”
“Well yeah sort of.”
“And what she say?”
“She told me to go, and she’d cover the rest of my shift for me.”
“Really? At Hell-Mart?”
“Yeah, I’m getting recognized from the net and our sites.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, they’re moving me from cash on Monday to the music section.”
“Cool.” Cough-cough-spit.
“You going to be good?”
“No, you saw what they did.”
“Yeah, and Mike’s been leaning on them and your dad kicked Adams ass really good too.”
“I wanna go over.”
“Okay but how about we wait for the girls.”
“Okay…shit Brook’s going to freak.”
“Yeah, likely. It’s a big deal what your dad did.”
“Yeah I know.”
“Kimmie’s already adopted him.”
“Yeah.”
“Me too, I lost my Dad and with yours he’s just so…”
“Yeah, I know.”
I get up and flush, brush my teeth again and head out to the kitchen. “If we’re all going over then I’m going to get stuff ready.”
“Ready?”
“I might as well bring supper over there to all of them.”
“That sounds like a good idea, want a hand?”
“Sure.”
We get to the kitchen and I call the house. Mike picks up on the first ring sounding sleepy? “Yello?”
“Blue.”
“Make’s green….not pink, hey Angel…”
Oh…he said hey Angel in I swear was this warm, soft happy it was me kind of way. I swear I feel everything get a touch warmer.
“I…uhm…hey…”
“You okay? You must have heard.”
“Yeah…I’m still worried about you guys.”
“We’re okay.”
“You’re guy’s, you’re all like the knights who say Nee.”
“It’s only a flesh wound.”
Wow…okay he got that….that’s.
“We’re coming over once the girls get out of detention.”
“On a Saturday?”
“Yeah private school.”
“Huh…great movie.”
“Yeah…”
He likes that movie too?….uhm…
“I’ll let Dad and Uncle Remy know.”
“Okay.”
“Okay….”
“…………..”
“…………..”
“Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“You can hang up now.”
“Oh…!”
I slam the phone down on the hook a bit harder than I thought. “Ooops shit!”
Raven snickers to herself as she’s digging stuff out. “So…how’s Mike?”
“What?…no…I mean…” I am so blushing.
“It’s okay to like him.”
“But I’m not…”
“Yeah, I never said that you had to have sex with him, but it’s okay to like him.”
“It’s scaring me.”
“Oh, trust me I know all about that.”
“Yeah, sorry I’m a wuss.”
“Angel?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re sort of very not Jase and Mike’s so not Summer.”
“Okay…”
“Just think about it?”
I’m quiet after that a bit actually thinking about it and I start going Italian in what I’m cooking. It’s pretty easy to make a really good pasta sauce or it is in my opinion. Mine is two cans of canned tomatoes buzzed up then strained to keep out the seeds. Then I put some garlic cloves in olive oil and put them in the oven to roast and when the tomatoes are hot I really finely dice one onion. Then add some of the garlic and the oil and then some basil, salt and pepper then buzz it up again.
I use a stick blender. They’re really good for these things and you can get a perfectly good off brand named one for like twenty bucks.
That’s the basic sauce my mom always made just nice and simple.
I make meatballs to go with it. Some of the venison hamburger, the oil, garlic, breadcrumbs, egg, some Italian spicy sausage to mix in with it. I just split the casings and add it together. I have a secret to mine though. I cube some mozzarella and roll the meatballs around that, then I dip them in egg-wash then flour with garlic powder and onion powder in it and bread them and put them in the deep fryer. See they get this crust on them as they cook that keeps them moist inside and the cheese melts but you get this effect like a Chinese chicken ball wound have only with pasta and sauce to go with it.
Raven eats three once they’re done.
And she’s made not chocolate cake with home-made boiled frosting but chocolate cupcakes with home-made boiled frosting on them.
I make up some homemade bread dough while the deep fryer is still hot and add in some cheese and some parmesan and some basil in some and rosemary in others and oregano in some more and do up deep-fried Italian bread fritters.
There’s a squeal of tires as the girls come running in. “Angel!, Oh fuck Angel!, It’s Your Dad!”
“We’re in here and we’re getting ready to head over there for supper and see what we can do to help out.” I yell to them.
Both come in and both of them hug me tight.
“God Angel, That sort of shit’s not right…you’re Dad’s too cool for that.” Brooklyn’s hugging me but crying too and it looks like she’s been crying for awhile.
“Yeah, C’mon get some stuff and we’ll go over and we can take care of him.”
“Okay…” (sniffle.)
“Yhm, w..shld, guh du th, uh lak yr did.”….That came from Kimmie who some how enroute to hugging me had shove her mouth full of the bread fritters and is talking with her mouth full.
It’s just so Kim, that it makes us all sort of smile.
I’m always wondering though if that’s exactly her idea half the time.
We get our stuff packed, I take the turkey with us because I might as well cook it there and we take clothes, sleeping bags, our instruments, the computers and yeah I’m paranoid but I double check all the locks too.
Summer could be a problem with petty shit like that or maybe even Adam…he won’t like that I got away from him, or that I whacked him in his nose, or my rant online.
We head over too Dad’s and there’s a few cars and trucks lining down the parking places along our street. I see some of the people that dad knows are there and there’s an O.P.P. Van and cruiser there still and the RCMP are literally in the yard of the guys we think are P.I. or whatever that’ve been on the lookout for Jason.
Dad looks fine as he walks up to the cutlass. “Hey girls, I’ll get you to pull into the garage lot since they took up all the parking here.”
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, but better with my girls home. I was worried you might have had trouble too.”
I smile at him for the `my girls’ thing and the girls themselves….tears and smiles, and a bouncy little living Asian cartoon.
He opens the gate for the garage yard and we pull in.
I can’t help but to smile.
Mike’s car’s there totally ruined.
But in one of the bays for the garage is Raven’s van all painted like new with this metallic plum in black with… a pink sort of purple iridescent warshack test like butterfly painted on the front of it and the sliding door too. New chrome, new rims, new tires and we even have running boards.
Raven stopped the car got out and just stood there staring at the van from behind the door.
Fuck you Adam, Fuck you Skummer…
Every time you try to break us we’re just going to get stronger.
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It's probably too much to
It's probably too much to hope for that this is the turning point, and things get sunny and better from here, right? I can hope.
Miranda I have no Idea:)
But I'm really looking forward to what'll come next.
*Big Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
The thing I love so very much about Jem...
...and Hunter ...and Jamie ...and Jenna
Is how they are able to refocus on love and the positive aspects of life whenever adversity knocks them down. Also the way they are so constructive and creative. They can't help themselves, they have this urge to make the world around them a better place. It's like they are gardeners and the world around them is one big garden. They just can't stop themselves from doing a little weeding and watering whenever they see something that needs it. Jem setting up the band's web presence and redoing her room, cooking for the girls and turning some traumatized roommates into a family with prospects... Hunter rolling up her sleeves and stepping in to organize helping out Jennifer and evening the odds in Alex's football game... Jamie making her artwear clothing and bags and being an unconventional sex/relationship therapist when she meets people in need... Jenna discovering herself in her cooking in the restaurant and giving Taylor a reason to find life worth living...
You so totally make my day, Bailey. I often re-read episodes when you haven't posted new ones yet just because they make me feel so good. Your protagonists are so real, so alive that they feel like friends to me and I can't wait to check in with them to see how their lives are going and I feel so anguished when bad things happen to them.
Thank you for the marvelous present!
Hugz,
-- Mischief --
Okay Blushing Now:) Thank you so much Mischief.
That's such a great compliment on so many levels and I'm really touched that the characters that I write connect so well with you and that you can enjoy them over and over:)
You're So very Welcome:)
*Great Big Hugs!*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
Oh, and nice to see the Good
Oh, and nice to see the Good Royal Cops paying a visit to the surveillance team across the street. It would be amusing if they were to confiscate footage showing Adam's people fire-bombing the house from the people hired to watch for signs of Jason.
Good Idea Miranda!
I never though of them doing that but they sure will now! This'll help me with things for sure:)
*Great Big Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
Bad Great chapter
I was worried at first that Angel was losing grip on herself and that the rant was giving too much away about Jason. Then the group support from the other girls came into play, and in spite of everything this ends on a positive note! (No pun intended) Or as Angel said: "Every time you try to break us we’re just going to get stronger."
“When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.” - Turkish Proverb
It took a couple of writes in the rant because...
I did get carried away and had to really think about just how much to the edge to take it. Then there is that last bit. I know some really great people that do that, take every kick life sends at them as a compliment.
Thanks Karen J.
The Comments are really appreciated:)
*Big Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
Someone is seriously pissed.
Someone is seriously pissed. And I can totally understand it. Viva la revolution against the feudalist mob lords.
thank you for writing this captivating story,
*hugs*
Beyogi
"I kin stan so much, then I can't stans no more."
To quote the very wise Popeye.
You're really welcome Beyogi:)
*Big Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
we’re just going to get stronger
and it looks like the troops are rallying at dad's house too.
great chapter, be interesting to see how much of the town rallies to the video rant.
like the club owner said he's been bumping heads with generations of these jerks too. thats a lot of ill will they have generated.
thanks
Even if people just post with screen names...
there'll be lots of people who'll get who it was that assaulted Jem and there'll be lots to say. All of this will make things interesting for sure.
*Hugs and Howls*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
Just thinking...
I assume dad's got a 'net connection. Over the evening, get everyone to rehearse singing (as opposed to lip synching) "We're not gonna take it", then record it live in front of the restored van.
Besides which, if they're staying at dad's for a few days, with all the protection it's going to get, it's going to be the perfect base for planning the counter-revolution against Adam and Skummer. You never know, others in the town might eventually remind Adam that his nose is a little tender...
Meanwhile, it'll be interesting to see the reaction of (a) the family, (b) the fansite, to a certain upload made to it earlier in the day...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
You're thinking right for sure:)
there's going to be a lot of things going on in the next while and with the house and the fenced in garage yard it's sort of "The Powers Compound." I like the idea of the Van in the video and maybe running with that and then some.
Thanks for the ideas Mittfh:)
*Great Big Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
Butterfly
Would that be a Rorschach test?
Yep, that's the one but Angel had no idea how to spell that:)
And neither did I at the time. But it does make an interesting symbol right?
*Big Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
Adam's opened a whole can a
Adam's opened a whole can a worms, by taking it so far as to firebomb he's now got the Ontario Provincial Police involved now along with who knows what other law agencies. I wonder how having their Family/business's etc under close scrutiny will play out. The amount of corruption in that town will be hard to cover with the provincial legal system hovering about.
If anything Adam's already caused his whole family's eventual downfall, it's only a matter of time before everyone in Adam's family payroll is scurrying to get clean before they get done for accessory. Adam's family should have ingrained in Adam a sense of when to quit, in certain families they would have disapeared Adam regardless of if he's family, the kids bad for business.
Looking forward as always to more.
Big hugs n kisses
Lizzie :)
Bailey's Angel
The Godmother :p
There the thing right there, there'll be rats getting off ...
the sinking Marshall ship or as they see it. Plus there's the chance that the people that don't like them will take advantage of the moment of weakness and try to get their own shots in. Adam's dad'd never do that but the grandfather...might.
Thanks so much Lizze:)
*Great Big Angel Hugs*
Bailey.
The Godfather;)
Bailey Summers
We are the misfits and we're gunna get her...
Oh Angel... *sniffle* I've waited a couple of chapters for this scene and I thought you delivered it well Bailey.
Angel's reaction was believable with her being so upset she's physically ill, so angry she could kill and so determined to cook to make things better (food has tended to be her solution to many a household issue). And then Mike and the very funny yello / blue line, the shared movie references and the confused 'I really think I like him' moment. Angel most definitely is very not Jase but she has got a lot of problems of her own. She's not been around more than a couple of weeks and she's got a complicated love life (Mike/Raven), a musical rival (Summer) and problems with the Marshall family for spurning Adam's forced advances - none of which Jase has (unless Adam really lusted after Jase, which I doubt ;-) )!!
I'm guessing that lip synch song is going to be a rallying cry that Adam's going to come to hate. Adam has already overreacted once so far with the fire bombing which appears to have called down a herd of Mounties (who let's not forget always get their man!) and I'm guessing that degree of noise and attention isn't going to go down well with the senior Marshall's. And now Angel basically gives him the musical equivalent of the finger. Mr Powers and Mike are going to need to think about how they can protect Angel and the girls beyond one night.
Much like this story, the girls get stronger and stronger as time goes on. Let's hope the girls are strong enough to endure the coming trials.
*Hugs*
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
There was so much to put into this chapter and...
I'm so glad that these things came across. Angel's feelings, the rant getting things out, lip-synching and getting things out that way, talking online and getting things out and then finding out what happened home...
Then her and Raven rallying and instead focusing on the guys and how the girls would feel and cooking to make things better...to take that pain and turn it into the strength to take care of her family.
Like her Mom.
The song too will likely get all over town with the people that have a reason to play it.
Which will be interesting because Adam will get to see her Rant.
I'm really glad you liked this one:)
*Great Big Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
Every time you try to break us we’re just going to get stronge
Wow. What a great last line. I love it! She's so strong. I wish I was that strong.
You are Dorothy:)
There's lots of people who are in awe of how you've come out, how you've claimed yourself and taken on your emotional stuff. There so many who haven't or can't honey. You're strong, hold you head up and be proud of that.
*Great Big Angel Hugs*
Bailey...A Proud Supporter of Team Dorothy.
Bailey Summers
thank you, Bailey
But I wouldn't have been able to do it without the fantastic support I get from my friends both in real life and here, and you are someone I am proud to count as one of them, which is why I'm so glad to be one of "Bailey's Angels".
I agree with Bailey, I
I agree with Bailey, I remember all to well how much courage it took me to come out to my family and friends as TG, it is without a doubt one of the hardest things to do, my dad refused to accept for a long time, but he came round in the end (I'm my momma's butterfly (or is that Flutterby hehe) but I'm my daddies princess (it's amazing how his view and treatment of me changed when he got to know me)).
You too have taken that leap into the unknown, and regardless of the pain, heartache and strife you're holding on and being YOU. Just keep strong like you have been doing and sooner or later (preferably sooner) the storm will pass and it'll be clear sailing (ish) had to add an ish cause little bumps crop up occasionally but usually their minor.
Big Supportive hugs Dorothy
Lizzie :)
Bailey's Angel
The Godmother :p
Still the girls better be on guard
... in their own home as they do not have an RCMP presence there in the person of Jase's father's friend.
You get the impression now that the empire has struck back that it is time for the town to shake off these hoodlums and regain their own freedom. I am almost surprised that nobody has gotten together to hire some folks to get rid of the Marshalls in a permanent way.
Kim
Hiring someone's not really something we Canadians would
really think of to get rid of the Marshall family. there are a lot of people who given the chance would have an axe to grind though it's just who's going to take a stand. Like I've said people are scared of the not so obvious ways the Marshall's can hit back but if it looks like they might be going down there'll be people to jump on to help.
The girls might have to look at getting some way to protect themselves or at least their property. Angel's already sure that Adam might not tolerate her dissing him in public.
Thanks for commenting Kim:)
*Great Big HUGS*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
Thank you Bailey!
This made me feel so right!! I have also longed to lash out at the ignorant
people who want to try to tell me how to live MY LIFE!!! I copyed the lyrics
for “We’re not going to take it!†to my Facebook page as well as a link to
youtube with Twisted Sister performing it. I had not heard that song berfore
but it is so right about how I feel! I have been a trans activist for the
last 10 years or more. It is a perfect anthem for our cause!!!
As for Angel she is lucky to have been hit by that van!! It has changed her
life, so much for the better!!! She is finally starting to feel right abiout
herself!! Another girl realizeing who and what she is, I know in my heart that
that is what is happening!! Again thank you Bailey for a wonderful story!!
Hugs,
Pamela
You're so welcome Pamela:)
Twisted Sister's an older band but there's nothing like just a great old classic. I'm glad that you can feel so strongly about a character but also that there's stuff that speaks to you in something that I wrote.
"We're not going to take it." is a great Anthem for Anti-bullying too!
*Great Big Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
Indomitable
That's what's going to let the girls treiumph, evewntually. No matter what someone throws at them, they keep going. As long as they don't give up, they'll get through whatever crap they have to, and eventually, they're going to come out smelling like roses.
And yeah, I'm fully behind an Angel/Mike pairing. If we can't have Jase/Raven, well...
As always, Hugz!
Wren
What a great word Wren:)
Oh I got such a good Idea from your comment honey! I'm so glad that you're enjoying the never giving up part of this story.
*Big Hugz Back*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
I need a Daddy
like him! Wow, that is so cool!:} Skummer is going to have her hands full I think.
Hugs
Vivien
Mr. Powers is a hell of a decent guy:)
I like writing him too. He'd also likely adopt you too if you ever had the chance to meet him.
*More Hugs*
Bailey.
Bailey Summers
I should be...
I should be starting the next chapter of my fanfic but I can't seem to stop reading. Why must this story be so addicting? not that I'm complaining lol