Hey, guys...
While I'm weeping over here, tear-stained cause House has sex with that STUPID BITCH!!!!
(check link)
I decided to make you happy!!!
Enjoy guys
Hugh sat in the dining room for a long time. When Lisa stormed out angrily, he had no idea what to do. In an obvious act of desperation, he sought solace and peace in the dark and lonely dining room. He needed a place to think, or maybe not to think.
Why was he trapped in this kind of dream? Why wouldn’t he wake up?
Was it a dream? Was there a plausible explanation to all of this, if it weren’t a dream?
If it were a dream, when would he wake up? How long would he be tortured watching this perfect non-existing family fulfill his life?
Obviously the non-thinking was not working.
After what could have been an hour, or two, or even three, Monica, the other maid, entered the dining room.
“Mr. Laurie, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but Estelle and I are going home, if you don’t need us anymore” a thirty-year-old smiled at him, shadows playing on her face.
Hugh raised his head from his hands, where it had been buried, and looked at her, blankly.
“How do I cope with this?” he asked in depression, the question meant for him more than for the woman standing by the doorway.
“Excuse me?” Monica was confused.
Hugh drummed his fingers on the wooden dining room table.
“I’ve never seen her angry like this before” he spoke small. He really had no idea what to do. He wasn’t trained for this. He wasn’t used to this. He was freaking thrown into this life with no previous awareness and he had no idea how he was supposed to learn something from it all.
Why didn’t he get a guidebook or something?
He had no idea how long it would last and to have Lisa angry with him, wasn’t something he could handle.
Why?
Why was it so hard for him? Sure… he told her he loved her, but that was before he knew he would wake up in this world again. Hugh scolded himself. He acted so stupidly, telling her he loved her after a day of joint life.
He wanted so badly for those words to mean nothing. He wanted so badly he didn’t mean what he said.
However, seeing Lisa like that, in a complete new light, reached for some encrypted feelings that he hid under his though exterior.
He knew before he’d woke up in this world, he knew that he felt strange and rather uneasy in her presence.
Her scent tingling in the air and filling his airways, her body giving off heat while they stood next to each other, catching him completely of guard. That all made almost impossible to bare being close to her.
And then, he started avoiding her a little, trying to be as far as he could from her beautiful face.
And just when he did, just when he found some courage to actually step away from her, for just a lousy inch, he woke up in this messed up world- having Lisa as his wife being his death sentence.
“You tried to talk to her?” the maid uttered somewhat amused by Hugh’s state.
“I told her I was sorry…” he paused “she just didn’t think it was enough… and I don’t know what she wants”
Hugh sighed. He was so doomed. He had no clue how to talk about it. But he had no other choice. He had to talk to Monica.
Billy and Charlie left to have some fun in the city and Rebecca had been long gone to the sleepover. He had put Elyon in the bed after giving her a bath, some mere hours earlier.
She wanted him to read her a bedtime story, but being as tired as she was, she fell asleep shortly after Hugh’d read the third page.
Trying to ignore the light coming from the crack below the master bedroom door, Hugh had gotten downstairs and had found comfort in the darkness of the room he was still sitting in.
“Maybe she doesn’t want an apology… Maybe she’s waiting for you to actually do something…” Monica gave him an advice and after she excused herself and telling him she’d be there in the morning, she left.
Door closing, Hugh found himself alone in the darkness again.
Watching the shadows play on the smooth surface of the wooden desk, Hugh decided he needed to act and act quickly.
He had been too long in the darkness all by himself. And he didn’t mean right there, in the dining room.
He meant the whole time he’d been alone in the LA, in his own little darkness.
Rays of light reaching him on the few times his kids came to visit.
Springing from the chair he’d surely left an impression on, Hugh headed to the kitchen.
He opened the fridge.
There!
A grin started forming on his face as he got the desired object from the fridge.
The grin faded away as he realized he didn’t have enough courage to do it, and quickly left it on the counter.
He stood there, just watching it. Could he really do that? Was he brave enough to try?
Telling himself he might just have that night left, Hugh hurriedly took the object in his hands and headed upstairs.
Getting closer to the bedroom, Hugh flinched a little.
His hand rested on the doorknob unsteadily.
Finally, taking a deep breath, Hugh flung the door wide open.
Startling Lisa, who was in the bed, reading the book Hugh saw the previous day, he moved closer to the bed, the door closing behind him.
Lisa failed to avoid his gaze, and after meeting his eyes, hers fell on the object Hugh was carrying.
Realizing what it was, she placed the book on the nightstand and facing Hugh again, grinned
“Whipped cream?” her eyes glistened as she straightened herself in the bed.
Hugh, getting a fuzzy feeling in his stomach, blushingly, said
“I thought you’d need something to wear”
Hilly can't be a bitch anymore... v.v
Love ya,
*goes back to being depressed*
While I'm weeping over here, tear-stained cause House has sex with that STUPID BITCH!!!!
(check link)
I decided to make you happy!!!
Enjoy guys
Hugh sat in the dining room for a long time. When Lisa stormed out angrily, he had no idea what to do. In an obvious act of desperation, he sought solace and peace in the dark and lonely dining room. He needed a place to think, or maybe not to think.
Why was he trapped in this kind of dream? Why wouldn’t he wake up?
Was it a dream? Was there a plausible explanation to all of this, if it weren’t a dream?
If it were a dream, when would he wake up? How long would he be tortured watching this perfect non-existing family fulfill his life?
Obviously the non-thinking was not working.
After what could have been an hour, or two, or even three, Monica, the other maid, entered the dining room.
“Mr. Laurie, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but Estelle and I are going home, if you don’t need us anymore” a thirty-year-old smiled at him, shadows playing on her face.
Hugh raised his head from his hands, where it had been buried, and looked at her, blankly.
“How do I cope with this?” he asked in depression, the question meant for him more than for the woman standing by the doorway.
“Excuse me?” Monica was confused.
Hugh drummed his fingers on the wooden dining room table.
“I’ve never seen her angry like this before” he spoke small. He really had no idea what to do. He wasn’t trained for this. He wasn’t used to this. He was freaking thrown into this life with no previous awareness and he had no idea how he was supposed to learn something from it all.
Why didn’t he get a guidebook or something?
He had no idea how long it would last and to have Lisa angry with him, wasn’t something he could handle.
Why?
Why was it so hard for him? Sure… he told her he loved her, but that was before he knew he would wake up in this world again. Hugh scolded himself. He acted so stupidly, telling her he loved her after a day of joint life.
He wanted so badly for those words to mean nothing. He wanted so badly he didn’t mean what he said.
However, seeing Lisa like that, in a complete new light, reached for some encrypted feelings that he hid under his though exterior.
He knew before he’d woke up in this world, he knew that he felt strange and rather uneasy in her presence.
Her scent tingling in the air and filling his airways, her body giving off heat while they stood next to each other, catching him completely of guard. That all made almost impossible to bare being close to her.
And then, he started avoiding her a little, trying to be as far as he could from her beautiful face.
And just when he did, just when he found some courage to actually step away from her, for just a lousy inch, he woke up in this messed up world- having Lisa as his wife being his death sentence.
“You tried to talk to her?” the maid uttered somewhat amused by Hugh’s state.
“I told her I was sorry…” he paused “she just didn’t think it was enough… and I don’t know what she wants”
Hugh sighed. He was so doomed. He had no clue how to talk about it. But he had no other choice. He had to talk to Monica.
Billy and Charlie left to have some fun in the city and Rebecca had been long gone to the sleepover. He had put Elyon in the bed after giving her a bath, some mere hours earlier.
She wanted him to read her a bedtime story, but being as tired as she was, she fell asleep shortly after Hugh’d read the third page.
Trying to ignore the light coming from the crack below the master bedroom door, Hugh had gotten downstairs and had found comfort in the darkness of the room he was still sitting in.
“Maybe she doesn’t want an apology… Maybe she’s waiting for you to actually do something…” Monica gave him an advice and after she excused herself and telling him she’d be there in the morning, she left.
Door closing, Hugh found himself alone in the darkness again.
Watching the shadows play on the smooth surface of the wooden desk, Hugh decided he needed to act and act quickly.
He had been too long in the darkness all by himself. And he didn’t mean right there, in the dining room.
He meant the whole time he’d been alone in the LA, in his own little darkness.
Rays of light reaching him on the few times his kids came to visit.
Springing from the chair he’d surely left an impression on, Hugh headed to the kitchen.
He opened the fridge.
There!
A grin started forming on his face as he got the desired object from the fridge.
The grin faded away as he realized he didn’t have enough courage to do it, and quickly left it on the counter.
He stood there, just watching it. Could he really do that? Was he brave enough to try?
Telling himself he might just have that night left, Hugh hurriedly took the object in his hands and headed upstairs.
Getting closer to the bedroom, Hugh flinched a little.
His hand rested on the doorknob unsteadily.
Finally, taking a deep breath, Hugh flung the door wide open.
Startling Lisa, who was in the bed, reading the book Hugh saw the previous day, he moved closer to the bed, the door closing behind him.
Lisa failed to avoid his gaze, and after meeting his eyes, hers fell on the object Hugh was carrying.
Realizing what it was, she placed the book on the nightstand and facing Hugh again, grinned
“Whipped cream?” her eyes glistened as she straightened herself in the bed.
Hugh, getting a fuzzy feeling in his stomach, blushingly, said
“I thought you’d need something to wear”
Hilly can't be a bitch anymore... v.v
Love ya,
*goes back to being depressed*