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chelsea was out cold, having just had her nose reconstruction surgery. the poor girl. marley felt awful still. she felt like she could have done so much more to protect her than what she did and maybe if she had done it, chelsea wouldn't be in the situation she was in. the blonde lay beside the sleeping ginger in the hospital bed, partially asleep as she ranked her fingers gently through her long hair. it was once tangled, but marley had brushed it out before she went into the operating room just so chelsea knew her hair wouldn't be a wreck while she was out. mar had promised to take care of this girl as much as she could while she recovered because she felt like she owed it to her. marley was about to join chelsea in her nap but footsteps approaching the room broke her light slumber and she turned to face whoever it was. "oh...hi clinton." she said, leaning up slightly. "she just got out of the or...she won't be up for awhile." marley had been the only one who sat through the whole process; everyone else at work or school. she wasn't surprised to see clinton here nor was she really that pleased. she knew the damage he had done to her chels' heart and she didn't like it but chelsea liked him and marley was going to deal with him for her sake.
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he was alone now. and clinton had no idea how to handle that. he felt neglected. a feeling that he never felt before. everything changed so quickly for the nineteen year old. his other half, his best friend, the person that he loves dearly... his sister, romi, left him by himself in that house. he needed to get out of that house, out of the rut that he was in. he needed to do something, anything to keep him from thinking, feeling these weird, unusual things that he never experienced before. clinton wanted a fresh face. a stress reliever. he wanted to see HIS chelsea. so, that's what he did.
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slowly walking inside her hospital room, he licked across his lips and sighed heavily, his blood just boiling at the sight of her on that bed. just the thought and what she had said to him a few nights ago about her hus.. EX husband attacking her, made clinton furious. but also relaxed, now that she was free from him. all in one. running his fingers across the bruise near his eye, fresh one, at that, clinton looked over at marley, not having a clue at what she was saying and just nodded his head, his feet slowly walking to chels' bedside. he just wanna be near her. hold her, let her know that he was here and that.. he wasn't going anywhere.. not anymore.
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how is she? he asked, not even bothering to look at the older woman. he really didn't want to.. or need to. his eyes was staring at something more important than just some bitch sitting on a chair.


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chelsea had told marley every single thing that had happened between her and clinton. she knew about the "being in love" approach to get in her pants, she knew about them sleeping together, she knew about the playing he'd done, she knew about the affair. all of it. and because of it, marley didn't like clinton. she didn't trust him. she was afraid that clinton would screw her baby over again, make her doubt her worth, have a repeat of the depression she seemed to have gone through when john got more violent. but she dealt with him, she did it for her chelsea. everything was about chelsea and her full recovery then it was about getting the fucker locked up. even the wedding had been postponed and was on the last possible burner to ensure chelsea as the main focus. chelsea needed to heal, she need to become...normal for a lack of a better term. she still had some teen years left in her. she could have an average teenagerhood. she deserved it.<p>
she watched him closely, wrapping her arms tighter around the smaller ginger girl. once he sat, she directed her eyes to where he was staring, right at chelsea's bruised and battered face. "physically...better. they fixed the cave in and break. emotionally...not so sure." marley knew that chelsea had said clinton wasn't exactly calm and that she should heed warning of him but marley didn't care. she had to protect her child - which was what chelsea basically was to her so she wasn't going to be secretive about anything with the boy. "clinton?" she asked, looking at him again. "just how serious are you about her?" she ran her fingers through her ginger hair again, still holding her tight.

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sighing at the sight that he was deeply gazing at, clinton licked across his lips and pressed them together, in hopes of keeping his nerves, his pain, his anger, his frustration... his high under wraps right now. he wanted to keep his focus on her and only her. he had to. need to. he inhaled deeply, head tilting to the side as he slowly leaned up against the chair that he was now seating on and gently placed his hand on top of chelsea's, gently cupping his hand on hers, once again... not paying attention to what marley was saying to him. he really wasn't in the mood to talk anyways, so ignoring.. was the best thing to do right now. unless she wanted to see an explosive lowe.
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are you seriously asking me that question right now, marley? he firmly, annoyingly said, his eyes not once moving from chelsea's sight. he shook his head slightly, not even bothering to answer that question. was she seriously trying to interrogate his ass right now? she really wasn't right in her mind if she thinks clinton was going to allow that. hell no. besides, what and how he felt about the younger girl, wasn't even her business. it was his and chelseas. that's it.
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he licked the insides of his cheek, extending his free hand up and gently ran the back of it across the side of her face and sighed heavily, his body growing furious again and the bruise on his face starting to sting, which he had no problems with. he enjoyed the pain, it soothes him down. where's john?


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