Tag: sims 2

“You just got out!! Man, are you even serious right now?  This dude, psshh…. alright, listen, I’ll hold you down, you know me.  I’m good business.  But you?  You’re trouble.  You’re high risk!  Surely you can understand at least that much…”

“You’re either in, or you’re out.  I’m getting it regardless.”

by Cin

“I don’t want to talk about that.  Why do you always bring up the same shit? Please… just…  leave it alone….”

He doesn’t talk about it.  He barely talks at all.  He doesn’t know what I know or how I know.  I want him to say it…. just say it to my face. 

Tell me…

I give up… there is nothing left.  There is nothing I can ask, nothing I can say to make him tell me everything; every gory detail surrounding the charges that kept him locked up for years.

I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t hurt.  I can’t sleep at night.  I hide in my bathroom and just sit.  I sit and I cry.

I miss him so much… I miss who he used to be.  I miss us…

by Cin

Part 3: The Cardinal’s – Living Room, Office (yes, the youngest sleeps in the office.  He was a surprise baby, it happens), and half bath.

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So while my family, The Cardinals, were fast asleep during the wee hours of the morning, I decided to take some shots of their house that I absolutely adore.  We’ll start with the garage leading into the laundry and kitchen.  More to come.

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She just stopped by to welcome him to the neighborhood.

She has no idea that he’s a pleasure-seeking, party-hard bachelor looking for a naked romp around his castle…… the dog is in on it….

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Murder… kidnapping…

The words hung over me like a storm cloud.  How could I let this man back into my home?  We never talked much about his “disappearance”… all he would say is “I just had to get away.”

But why leave me?  Why?  There was so much passion….

And now there is nothing… Just questions.  Suspicion.  And a couch for him to sleep on.  I admit to being frightened, I am afraid.  I don’t know the circumstances surrounding the charges… I could get a copy of the police report right? Something.. anything…

My thoughts were violently interrupted as I heard the creak of the door open.  The butterflies have returned.

by Cin

There could have been so many reasons why he left. He just disappeared.  No explanation.  No call.  It had been years since he was gone.  He’d only been back for a month now and I trusted him like I did a stranger….  So I did what anyone would do: I googled the shit out of him..

Every time the phone rang he left… it was always with haste.  Where was he going?  Who was he going to see?  I tried to listen in, but I typed with the ferocity of a wolf and couldn’t hear his whispered speech over the sounds of my own keystrokes.

 When he left, I felt relieved… the butterflies in my stomach flew away.

It had been hours when I finally found it:

Charges:

Aggravated Assault 1st degree, Kidnapping 1st degree, Grand Larceny, Tampering with Evidence and the icing on the cake, Murder in the first degree…. he had one hell of a lawyer.

by Cin