Post by carlygianini on Jun 30, 2009 9:33:36 GMT -6
It had been a weird day so far. Carly shot a man. She didn't intend to. But her emotions got the best of her. It was not safe for her to go home quite yet. The truck driver set her up in a hotel room under a fake name. Carly had called her brother hoping he was ok. She didn't know what had happened once she left. She was just happy to be safe and with her son. Baby jon was awake swinging in a baby swing. He was so happy. If he was old enough to understand what was going on i am sure he wouldn't be so happy.
Suddenly she heard a knock. She turned the television down. She tiptoed to the door. She looked through the peephole and asked who it was. She was hoping it was Raul with the baby stuff and stuff for her.
Raul was no good at this family stuff. The only real family he had was Giovanni, and recently he had begun to wonder if even he was the man he really thought he was. All of a sudden, this news dawned on him, and he didn't know what to think of it, nor what to do. But he couldn't do nothing at all, it was a mess that needed to be cleared. After the Clam House incident, Raul was set free - he hadn't done anything wrong and had simply been sitting at the table the whole time. However, the feds were looking for Carly... and Raul hated feds getting their own way.
"Just open the door" he sighed when Carly spoke from the other side. If it had been anyone else, or the police, they wouldn't have knocked so politely, and would have kicked the door down instead. Waiting, he looked down at the stuff he carried and rolled his eyes. He wasn't a fucking delivery boy...
Post by carlygianini on Jun 30, 2009 10:05:15 GMT -6
She unlocked the door. Carly opened the door with a smiles. she closed the door right away. Jon looked at his uncle as he was swinging. He laugh a bit at him. Carly sighed then went to sit on the bed. "Look I am sorry I got you into this. I just have had a weird day" Carly says as her brother places her stuff on the floor. Carly didn't know what to do. She had never gone that crazy. She tried to think of why. She then laid back and looked at her brother.
"What is on your mind Raul?" Carly asked as she ran fingers through her hair thinking about what had happened and what was going on.
Raul looked at his nephew for a moment but didn't say anything. He didn't like kids... at least really young ones. He could deal with GianCarlo, kids around that age, but babies he couldn't. The Spaniard started to wonder if he was good at anything except killing people and trafficking illegal substances. He didn't like that he started to think that way, so he shook his head and turned away from the kid.
"Don't apologize, I've been in a lot worse things before" he explained, walking over and leaning against the bed-side table, looking down at her " I'm sorry I got angry at you. None of this is your fault, but the memory of my- our - mother just gets to me. This is a big surprise, you know? For both of us I mean". For once, the Spaniard was being sincere and somewhat emotional. He didn't like that either...