THE V I O L E N C E PLAYS MY SONG.

[Ignatia Lewis]

GO AHEAD AND CRY YOURSELF TO SLEEP,

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On her way over to her boyfriend's house, Ignatia was thinking about many things. One being, of course, her boyfriend, Ezekiel Williams, also known as Zekie, thanks to her. He seemed to pretty much make her life worth living, and without him, she'd probably end up going crazy. Without him, moving to podunk Forks, Washington would have been a complete waste, and it was a wonder something so awesome lived in such a stupid place. Yes, Forks had it's cool things about it, such as the vast forests, which were awesome for hiking, site seeing, or.. other things having to do with being alone. But nothing ever compared to her Zekie. He had been nothing less from a gentlman from the moment they met, and it seemed he was able to charm her enough to stay. It felt like they had been together for quite some time now, and it seemed she was at his house more than her own. She didn't mind one bit, either. Zekie didn't ever blare stupid celtic or african tribal music all the time, like her mom. And he never stole her clothes--not counting panties--like her little sister. But, unlike her father, he had yet to make the most amazing home made cheesecake ever.

Upon pulling up to the large, fancy house, Iggy could feel a wide, genuine smile forming on her face, knowing that she would be spending some time with her man. Ever since she was raped at Caleb's birthday party, she had been spending much much more time with Zekie, since she was too afraid to be alone again. She figured he would have been sick of her by now, but he continued to surprise her by never turning her down when asked to hang out. He never even showed a single sign of annoyance. If she were him, she would have been done with her long ago. In fact, she was always so afraid that he would just turn to her and say 'you're so not worth this', and leave her. But, he never had, and she loved him for it.

She quickly got out of her small green truck--that looked like shit next to Zeke's Charger, Leonna--and made her way up the walkway, the small heels on her boots clacking quietly and her pink cotton shirt billowing in the wind, along with her almost white hair, while her skinny jeans did not move at all. Once reaching the front door, she proceeded to let herself in, not even bothering to knock or ring the doorbell. Zekie's house was like her second home. Upon walking in, she inhaled the familiar scent of his home, feeling like she hadn't been here in weeks, even though it had only been about a day. She quickly dashed up to his room, hoping to find him there on one of his many drumsets, but sadly, no luck. With a sigh, she set her grey over the shoulder bag on the bed, now growing curious as to where he was. So she began to walk around the house, finally stopping outside of the bathroom door, the shower audible. 'Ahw, my zekie bear getting all clean and good-smelling for me' she thought, smiling inwardly as she loudly knocked on the door, "Zekie! I'm here!" after hearing him yell something back that she was unsure of, she simply walked back into his bedroom to wait for him to get all cleaned up.

"What does Zekie have in his glorious bedroom?" she asked herself in a sing song voice, smiling as she looked around, trying to find any places he could have hidden anything. The first thing her eyes fell on was his bed. No, there was no hiding things in a bed, but she remembered quite well what had occured in that bed, and the memory made her heart flutter. For just a moment in time, they were both one. Yes, it sounds cheesy, but that was how she felt about it. The next thing that she noticed was the bedside tables: the perfect place to stash anything secretive. With a devious grin, she crawled onto the bed and over to one of the tables, opening the drawer. Many things in there; condoms(as most responsible guys had) and other knick knacks. Of course nothing Iggy wanted to find.

After much quick snooping around his room, she sighed, leaning against the side of his bed and sitting down, surprised to find that Zekie had nothing to find. But, just as she had given up her search, something bright in the corner of her eye caught her attention, and her head quickly snapped over to find a pair of skimpy underwear which at first, she mistook to be her own, but upon further inspection, and to her horror, realized they were not. She would never ever wear anything so cheap and slutty. They were a bright neon purple and were made out of some cheap fabric that she would have never allowed herself to wear.

It felt like it took all she had to hold back the vomit threatening to spew. Her gut wrenched and her hear ached, but soon after that, a fire spread throughout her that angered her more than anything. Quickly snatching up the piece of fabric, she stomped down to the bathroom, throwing the door open and tossing the panties on the floor, too disgusted to hold them, "What the fuck are those about!?" she yelled, trying not to let any tears come out just yet. She didn't care one bit if Zeke was still mid-shower. She wanted an explanation, and she wanted it right now.

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[/b]; DONE.
tag; zeke, his house
outfit; ohsocute.
song; believe me, i'm lying, FTSK
credits; template - becca.x of caution
notes; took me forever to finish ;D
word count; 944
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[Ezekiel Williams]

WAKE UP, YOU'RE A DRAMA QUEEN
carry on like you're supposed to be
GET AWAY, HURRY UP COME ON.
THIS.IS.BECOMING.A.CATASTROPHE.

The last three weeks of young Ezekiel's life had been jammed packed with drama, stress, and the occasional blackout due to his inability to deal with his problems other then drinking. And the fact that most of his issues were his own fault only seemed to make it worse. First of all, he'd asked a few girls that he knew to do a favor for his best friend, seeing as it was his birthday. Well, this set off a chain reaction, causing Caleb to run after Ellie--whom Zeke had no ideal he was still waith--due to the fact two rather slutty girls were rubbing up on Caleb. And becaise he knew it was all his fault, Ezekiel was a little put off, snapping at Ignatia when she'd suggested the wrong thing at the wrong time. Then, she left--all by herself--thus finding herself pushed up a wall, stripped of clothing as some drunken man took advantage of her. Not exactly how he'd planned the night.

But of course; everything was his fault, and Ignatia was sure to not let him forget that. And hell, he felt horrible, but she was constantly reminding him as she acted like a crazy person would for weeks. All this didn't help with his upcoming show, where'd there would be scouts who were told to look out for him. And now that he'd been so busy with Iggy and making her feel better, Zeke hadn't been practicing, and he was supposed to leave in two days for the show. The show that could determine the rest his life. And also the show he wsa nowhere near ready for. Sure, he coudn't blame it on Ignatia; after all, she had been literally raped just days before. But he couldn't stand the way she acted around him, almost acting as if he couldn't protect her. And it was a huge blow to his self esteem--one that he seriously could not afford two days before showtime.

And of course he loved her--more then he knew at the moment--but after about three weeks of dealing with her insanity, he needed a break. So he'd began to go to party after party--without her--and meeting new people; and amoung those new people, new girls. Of course it wasn't his fault girls came onto him; after all, he was a good looking guy with a gentleman like attitutude who was destined for fame. What more could you ask for in a guy? The causual flirts didn't seem to faze him, seeing as he always had a girl waiting back home for him. Which only seemed to make him want to stay out more; not wanting to go home to find the emotional--and slightly mental--wreck that was Ignatia Lewis. Ezekiel himself wasn't even stable--with being twenty and still very, very naive--and her breakdown had caused him much more stress then he'd hoped for; making him somewhat dettached not only from Iggy, but he himself. He'd been so worried sick about her; he couldn't get himself to function right. All he'd been able to do was eat sleep and drink until he passed out. Not a very constructive way to exist, and he knew it.

But drinking hadn't been the only destructive thing he'd been participating in. Oh no, it was only the beginning. Flirts that were once innocent had reasons behind them, and he soon grew used to lips other then iggy's on his. But he was called a lady killer for a reason. Not once had he had a faithful relationship; and in his head, it was okay. It was okay because she was a wreck who made him feel like constantly like shit. So that means he should have some fun, to lift his spirits, right?






FUCK THIS SHIT YO D<