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Marco chuckled awkwardly, unsure if she was being serious. "I'm almost done, only have half left." He explained. |
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"You're zoning out again, and you have trauma regarding cattle, and I have over thirty breeds of cattle." She deadpanned. |
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He tensed, jaw tightening just a hair. "Yeah... doesn't affect me." Marco answered somewhat sharply, returning back to work. |
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"Marco, I'm not a fucking idiot." She scowled. |
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Marco stood, turning towards her, tossing his tools down. "Fine, i'll take a fucking break after being completely uneffected by anything. Happy now?" He snapped, before walking past her without looking back. |
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She glanced at the ground, not in the right state of mind to handle this shit. She was recovering from falling off a horse, getting tramplesd and dragged, was dealing with having to euthanize said horse, and now, disrespect. She just stood there, several urges from her childhood coming back, before going inside the house, locking herself in her room. |
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Marco walked out to the barn, sitting in Puma's stall as the mare walked up and nuzzled him, laying down before flopping her head on his lap, wanting scratches. He chuckled, scratching her neck as the two sat there, the man reflecting back on what happened. He was tense as a spring, and it really was effecting him, the memories came back all too clear, Donnie's screams, the snap of bones....he panicked, digging his nails into his palm until he was brought back to reality, standing shakily and walking inside, heading to Lil's door before knocking twice, ashamed of the words he was saying. "Lil i'm....i'm really sorry about lashing out on you, I should'nt of done that and you were just looking out for me, i'm sorry." He started, finding the courage to say the next few lines. "In truth it was effecting me, I kept hearing Donnie yelling at me to help him, and I just....I should've listened to you, all I did was really uncalled for and i'm sorry for it." |
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"It's fine, Marco." She responded, from inside her room, voice and breath shaky. "Sorry I'm such a problem for you. I'll just stop, if that's what you want me to do." She had severe PTSD from being screamed at, like, send her into a trauma induced PTSD and anxiety attack, needing hospitilization, trauma. |
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Marco heard the shakiness in her voice, sighing as he held his head in his hands, having sat down beside her door. "You're not a problem and it's just.." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm just...not...used to be cared for." |
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"I care about you, Marco. I really do." She stated. "But I don't appreciate being treated like shit, because you're spacing out, cows charging in from the fields, when I know you got trauma from that." |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
