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Tatum Donnelly ([info]ojandtostitos) wrote in [info]blueridgeau,
@ 2012-08-13 15:05:00


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Characters: Tatum & Mack.
Setting: Shawnee dormitory and outside; February, 2012.
Content: NSFW.
Summary: Tatum is just realizing she's pregnant, but Mack already noticed.


She couldn't stop her eyes from flitting back and forth, from one problem to another. One the edge of her desk sat the pregnancy test, staring back at her obnoxiously with it's bright positive result on the end. On the other end of the desk was everything that she had gathered up from around her room; dimebags of weed, pill bottles, a nugget of hash. It all had to go then, she had already decided. She could feel herself dying for a joint, especially with all of the stress and emotions pulling her right now, but she knew she couldn't do it. She was due for her bipolar medication as well and she knew that too, but there was no way she could take that. She wanted to flush it down the toilet, all of it. She was no strange to drugs, prescription and otherwise, and it was already making her panic as she wondered what damage she had already done.

If the test was right, she wasn't far along, there was no way. She knew exactly when it had happened, or close to it. How was she supposed to tell anyone? Sam, for one. Michi, more importantly. It was bad enough that she had been keeping the other girl like a dirty little secret, befriending her in the open but only loving her behind closed doors. They had done enough fighting about their relationship, the strain that her family put on it, her parents. Oh god, her parents, telling them was out of the question. But how long could she go before they would find out? They loved Sam, had wanted her to be with him, but this probably wasn't what they had been expecting. It sure as hell wasn't what she had been expecting. It was all supposed to be harmless; Sam was harmless, he was her best friend. Things weren't supposed to fuck up like this.

But despite all of her fears, her panic, not knowing what was going to happen or how long this had been going on, she was already feeling protective. She had been feeling protective as soon as she realized it was true, it stirred something of the wolf inside of her, she couldn't explain it any other way. Keeping the baby was the only option she wanted to consider, even if she knew that there was an easier way out. She had always felt that she would have taken another option, but now that it had happened, she surprised herself with feeling so attached. Even if everything went to shit, if Michi and Sam didn't want her, or if her parents went ballistic, she still had to do right by the baby. That began with getting rid of all of the drugs in front of her, and that was causing more panic. She would have to go and see Doctor Lisi tomorrow, but she couldn't take any of this stuff anymore. He'd have to give her something else, something that wouldn't hurt the baby. She had already googled the effects of lithium on fetuses and scared the shit out of herself. Diagnosing oneself online was never a good idea, but the worry was already implanted now. It all had to go, prescriptions and all.

Standing up from her desk on shaky legs, Tatum gathered all of the bottles and baggies up in her arms, heading into the bathroom attached to her room, shoving the door open with her shoulder. She dropped the armload of medication into the bathtub, and letting out a strangled sob of disgust. She had never been religious, even as her parents tried all of her life to drill it into her and her siblings, but she was thankful to some higher power of some kind. That she had taken the test, that she had been cautious for once. She hadn't felt any different before, but she knew now. She took a brief glance in the mirror, hating how much like shit she looked. Pale and shaky. "I'm sorry," she murmured to her reflection. She had read somewhere before that babies were supposed to be able to hear things in there, and even though it might be a bit early still, it made her feel better. "It's okay, we'll do it now. I'll take care of everything."

She wasn't sure where to go, she didn't think she could handle confrontation of telling anyone tonight, but she couldn't stay holed up in the bathroom with all of her contraband. She hadn't felt even a bit of morning sickness yet, it was a bit early for that too, but she suddenly felt like she was just on the verge of getting sick as she shoved her way back out of the bathroom. She didn't know where she was going, just out, as she grabbed her coat from the back of the door and headed down the stairs. It was freezing outside, for Georgia anyway, and Tatum still didn't really care where she ended up. She didn't want to go to Roanoke to see Michi, she still didn't know what to say to her. She could go see Sera, but she doubted that would be much help. Rath would likely throw her down the stairs or something, she figured. Leaving her room was mostly to avoid Sam; he lived across the hall, and the chance of him dropping in on his own girlfriend was a big one.

Outside was a better alternative to facing anybody. Tatum just pulled her jacket tighter around herself and headed for the edge of the woods, where she normally went to relax and calm her mind. Normally she went there to smoke too, but not tonight. She just wanted to be alone, mostly, until she could figure out what to do with herself.


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[info]thedirtysouth
2012-08-24 01:30 am UTC (link)
Mackenzie had continued to ignore Tatum's threats, thinking it was just a ploy for her to release power to her. It had happened many times before and Mack had stopped falling for it a long time ago. Tatum's final warning was different, and that made Mackenzie stop cold. They might have both had other people they were with but neither had ever flat out told the other that they held no ownership. Mackenzie felt a pain in her chest that she refused to acknowledge. In another time, she might have been hurt, upset, heartbroken, but not here. Those feelings couldn't exist here, because that would mean having to admit that she was desperately in love with Tatum, and that just couldn't happen.

Instead, Mack looked up at Tatum, glaring and searching the younger girl's eyes. There was something different about her. "What the fuck do you mean?" she demanded, her anger rising. It was the only outlet for the tornado of emotions that was happening in side of her. "What the actual fuck, Tate?"

She hadn't let the smaller girl go yet, but as soon as the old nickname slipped past her lips, she released Tatum like she had been burned. Swearing quietly to herself, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, smoking it moodily while she glowered at Tatum.

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[info]ojandtostitos
2012-08-31 08:51 am UTC (link)
"It means exactly what I said, you don't own me," Tatum snapped back, slumping her shoulders and leaning back against the tree behind her. She gently rubbed her wrists where Mack had been holding them, watching the girl smoke for a moment. She could smell blood on the blonde still, it was heavy in the air, and Tatum exhaled shakily through her nose, the overpowering scent making her feel kind of queasy. She was glad to be free, she felt less on guard now that there was space between them, but she was still longing for a closeness. Even though Mack was rough, and usually hateful with her, it was still closeness. It was still another body, even if it wasn't a warm one, someone who wanted her. Not many people would want her after all this was over. Her parents, her girlfriend, her boyfriend.. who, more importantly, was her best friend and bandmate. She knew how close she was to screwing everything up.

When Mack called her Tate, the memories of conjured up were immediate, and she quickly stared down at her sneakers as a result. It wasn't an uncommon name, she was called it every day practically, but not from Mack. Sometimes they didn't even speak anymore when they were together, just growls and fights for dominance. The affection behind the name, the images it brought up of afternoon by the lake and backyard weddings, was both painful and undeniable. "I'm not.. that to you anymore. We're past that, right? I'm dead to you, I really fucked you over, right? Well, you left me behind too," she muttered weakly. It was sort of true, she had, her father put such a scare into her that their entire friendship had more or less imploded. She had abandoned Mack, too afraid of her parents to fight it, but Mack had left her too. Left the lake, left everything. She had always hoped, in her heart of hearts, that Mack would come back and save her from Portage lake, but things never worked out like they were supposed to. In ways, she was still waiting.

"We can't do this anymore, this.. whatever this fucked up thing is, us and this and.. all of it. I have a boyfriend, I.. I have responsibilities and I have a lot going on and I don't have time for your macho head games just because you think you have some.. right over me just because you kissed me when I was like ten, we're not kids anymore. I'm not that kid, that little girl, anymore.. and you sure as fuck aren't either. I can't take this.. shit anymore!"

She was breathing heavily, frustration closing in on her. They had both changed, even if they kept getting drawn back to each other. Their relationship, if you could call it that, wasn't healthy. It wasn't good for either of them, especially not now. Mack was the last person she wanted to face when she was dealing with the mess she had made of her life now. Her boyfriend, the baby, her secret girlfriend. Then Mack and whatever this was on top of it. Someone was going to end up broken hearted, and she figured it might as well be the girl who broke her heart the very first time. "I love Mi-- Sam. I love him, and you can't.. come sneaking up on me and just fucking with my head like this, I'm done. Like, fucking done, Mack. I am."

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