matthew. (brockley) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-08-20 09:37:00

[WHO?] Madeline Chamberlain and Matthew Brocklehurst
[WHERE?] The Brocklehurst/Chamberlain home in Southampton
[WHEN?] Shortly after Matt gets his tattoo and goes to Mungo's. [slightly backdated]
[RATING?] R. For fighting, swearing and almost sex and breast exposure.
[WHY?] Matt lost his job.

Matthew had walked for a few miles before he had decided to apparate home. His journal was tucked in his satchel. He flexed his hand subconsciously. This hurt like a bitch. He sighed deeply. He had to get home Maddie was probably worrying about him. He stepped into a dark alley. After closely looking around the alley to make sure no one was there a loud crack was made and he was in Southampton.

He waled up to his house, not wanting to go in just in case Maddie hadn't finished. He unlocked the front door and walked in, "Maddie? Are they gone?" Please let those goddamn dolls be turned. He hated the way they looked at him. Murder was in their eyes. He knew it was a weird phobia and knew they meant a lot to Maddie but god damnit, they were creepy. "Do you have the lotion?" He sounded slightly whiny and walked into their bedroom.

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brockley
2008-08-21 07:09 am UTC (link)

"Just trust me alright? Please?" He held her to him and sighed and held her a little more tightly. "I'm not sleeping in here tonight. I just can't do it." He looked at the broken doll and the floor and it pained him to do so but he murmured "Reparo. Accio Doll." A completely fixed doll and he handed it to her. "I'm sorry I flipped out about the dolls. I just think it'll be better for us to sleep in separate beds tonight." He sighed and tried not to think about what would happen in nine months.

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madelineann
2008-08-21 07:12 am UTC (link)

Like sleeping apart would make any difference, she thought to herself. He probably wanted to sleep in another bed because she was already get fat and ugly. More than likely he was regretting everything. What was the point? Pulling away from him completely, she wiped her face and sniffled, taking the doll from him. "Oh, get the fuck out of here, then. Go sleep somewhere else because you can't be man enough to sleep with me tonight." If anything, she wasn't going to let him back in anytime soon. He brought this onto himself, and even though it pained her to say so, it was true. The doll was more trustworthy than he was. No wonder she didn't want to marry him.

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	brockley 2008-08-21 07:14 am UTC (link)
	He walked out and did the walk of shame. He'd talk her out of the ban another night. Tonight he felt he deserved it. He just completely let the comments about his manhood roll off of him. She probably wanted another fight but she wasn't going to get it. He walked into the guest bedroom and grabbed his journal out of his satchel and thought about what to write. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

madelineann
2008-08-21 07:17 am UTC (link)

The last thing she wanted was another fight. If anything, she wanted him, the big asshole that he was. Forcing herself not to cry anymore, she undressed completely and got into the bed, finding that cuddling the doll was just as good as him. Except it didn't help. It was no use. Shit was falling apart. Soon, he'd leave and she'd be left all alone to raise a stupid baby. Left with that thought, she found it very difficult to fall asleep that night. Most of it was spent crying softly to herself, the other part of it was spent dozing or sitting by the window.

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