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[marie von trafften,]

marie von trafften

Being a parent was never something Marie wanted to be. Sure, when she was a little girl, she dreamed of falling in love, and having a family. She played house with her nanny, and had a doll that she said was her daughter. But as she grew up, those wants and needs changed immensly. Why have a kid when you can party? Then she got her wakeup call. Luckily for most teenage girls who have lifestyles like Marie did, their wakeup call is a scare. but hers was one hundred percent real. It was devestating to her, she was only fifteen, and in north american society, that was majorly frowned apon. Her grandfather, and most of her friends urged her to get an abortion. Marie never really considered that alternative, and ended up keeping the baby. When she got pregnant, immediatly, she thought it was Jude Reed's baby. But as she got to thinking about the time around conception, she realized that there had been another: Beck Tucker. Like most other guys, she met him at a party, and for the weekend he was in LA, they didn't really leave the bedroom. When he went back to Texas, it was alot easier just to let everyone believe that Jude was the father. And so started their four year roller coaster.

Marie never thought she would ever see Beck again, yet right after Jude's death, in he came. She thought it was odd, that as soon as he signed online, and in walked Molly, just how similiar she looked to his icon. The encounter was less than successful, but after alot of nagging, he finally agreed to meet his daughter. As much as Marie wanted that, she was having mixed feelings about the whole thing. Her poor daughter was going through so much lately. What with the loss of Jude, and having her arms burned. They were healing nicely, and the bandages were finally off. She regained every ounce of energy she had before the accident, and seemed to understand that Jude was gone. She was asking about him less and less. Jude was only the first in a long line of failed relationships for Marie. The latest was hitting her hard. Atticus was possibly the first real relationship she had had since high school, and it was falling apart. Not that many people were rooting for it. She even found that some of her best friends were more or less underminding it.

When it rained, it poured. Not only was Jude gone, and Atticus being difficult, but there was another recent loss to Marie's world. Her grandfathers wife-caesar's biological grandmother- had died in a tragic skiing accident. It was hitting their families hard, but also possibly pulling the two cousins closer. Marie was staying with Caesar's mother, while he made sure her grandfather wasn't burying himself in his work. It was harder than it looked. When he got upset, he refused to face it. Whereas Marie was the opposite. When she was upset, she tried to talk about it, although usually ended up being worse off and overreacting. This time her habit of choice seemed to be painkillers. She casually popped a few throughout the days where she felt like crawling into a hole. The worse part was that she knew it was wrong, and she shouldn't do it. She tended to do that alot, and not only was it frustrating to her, but she knew it drove others insane.

Getting woken up by her daughter was one thing that Marie actually loved. And it was a good thing, since it happened almost every morning. Around nine that morning, Marie felt a warm breath on the tip of her nose. Groaning, she slowly opened her blue eyes and looked up into Molly's smiling face, "mummy! mummy! we're meeting my new daddy today!" the little girl squealed, bouncing on Marie's chest. Hugging her little girl, Marie groggily sat up wordlessly and stretched. hearing a satisfying crack from her back, she finally spoke, "i know, princess." she said in a concerned tone. She was nervous about the most important thing in her world meeting one of the least. She had never expected to be a nervous mother, but now that she was one, everything she did she had to think of the effects it would have on Molly. Walking down into the kitchen with the little girl bouncing along behind her, Marie snooped through the cupboards. Finding nothing of interest to either of them, she opened up the fridge, and was delighted to find banana yogurt. It took a few minutes to get Molly's mind off of cookies for breakfast, but finally the two blondes sat in their chairs eating their yogurt, and both looking through the culture section of the newspaper.

The rest of the morning flew by, Molly became entranced by colorful cartoons on the television, allowing Marie time for a quick shower. Although she was going to see somebody she pretty much despised, she may as well look good. He was a man after all. And a gorgeous one at that. After she dried her hair with the hair dryer, she started getting Molly ready, putting on her bathing suit, and lathering her up with her first layer of sunscreen. As Marie did her makeup, she let Molly sit on the counter while she talked to her daughter about how to behave around Beck. She was completely forbidden to swear, although Marie gave her daughter an hour until the first 'fuck' came out. She had to remember to thank Atticus for teaching her that. Finally, she was done. Setting Molly down on the floor, she let her go pick her own towel, less than suprised when the child came back with her 'my little pony' towel.

The drive to manhattan beach was to short, yet way to long at the same time. Marie wasn't sure if she wanted to be there or not. It would be good for Molly, and if the little girl and her father hit it off, then her precious daughter would maybe have a father figure in her life: something every child needed. She tried to think of what to say to him when she saw him, but her mind came up blank. She hadn't seen nor talked to him since their rather steamy goodbye. Although, it was awkward when he asked her to go back to texas, but she understood that alcohol gave people crazy ideas. She had done more than a few insane things when she was under the influence. Good thing she wasn't a junkie.

As the pulled into the almost empty parking lot, Marie looked around for any sign of Beck, "here we go" she mumbled to herself. Getting out of the car, she walked around to the back door and opened it, leaning in to help Molly with her seatbelt. Unbuttoning the single button and pulling down the little metal zipper of her denim shorts, she pulled them off and tossed them in the back seat of her Beamer. Swinging their totebag over her shoulder, she took a hold of the little girls hand and walked over to where the parking lot ended, and the beach started. After they walked for a few minutes, she stopped and laid down their towels, smiling at the little girl as she struggled to get hers to lay flat, just like her mother did. They were clearly within vision in the spot they chose, and Marie sat down on her towel, "Molly, come here, lets put your hair up so you don't get it full of sand" she said as the little girl sat in her mothers lap while Marie gently raked her fingers through her hair, quickly putting it up into two little pigtails. Digging through the bag, she handed the girl a tiny pale and shovel, watching while Molly contently started digging around in the sand while Marie laid on her back, putting on her sunglasses.

Sighing contently, she felt the sun warm her ivory skin. She was scared for Beck to come meet Molly, for the simple fact that he could completely reject her after this meeting, and once more, the little girl would question her mother as to where her daddy went. Marie was concerned about the long-term effect this could have on her child, and she was already thinking up a plan for when Beck rejected the little girl. Marie doubted she would let any future boyfriends around her little girl. Unless they were engaged. She was concerned about how it could potentially effect Molly's relationships when she was old enough to date. Sitting up, she ran her hands down one of her legs, removing the sand that Molly had dumped on it, giggling adorably, as she mvoed her head, the little blonde pigtails bounced joyously as she went back to work digging a hole in the sand. Looking over her shoulder, Marie looked around for Beck.


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tag beck tucker
word count 1517 words
clothes marie's bikini , molly's bathing suit
notes he better not mess it up xD

[beck tucker]

BECK MALACHY TUCKER,

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My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go
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-----Three years. that's how long its been since he last saw the ocean. it was rather strange to be back on the outside world, everything seemed surreal. some convict found it difficult to begin their new life outside the prison walls, fear of freedom or some shit like that. beck didn't feel that way at all, he wasn't scared of having his liberty back and the whole idea of that being a possibility seemed ludicrous to him. beck was sentenced to twenty years in prison, twenty fucking years. the first night there, some fucking guy tried to beat him up, instead beck tucker managed to break the guy's arm in three places. no one messed with him ever since, and beck tried to stay out of trouble so that maybe he would be able to get out earlier. he never thought it would be that soon, though. he was getting used to it actually, waking up early, hitting the gym, eating lunch on a dirty tray next to a bunch of killers and rapists, having conversations about philosophy, playing cards for smokes, sleeping in bunk beds and watching other inmates fight and get beaten up by the guards. it was definitely an experience.

-----He never thought he would end up in los angeles, actually this was the last place he had in mind. why is that? maybe because he had family here, people he didn't quite get along with. his relationship with his cousins were not exactly good, hell....it was right down ugly. ever since they were kids and he would visit them in texas, noah and beck would fight over stupid shit. i don't mean arguing, i mean actually fight. once beck and his parents moved from dublin to texas, they stayed with jacob. noah was already out of the picture and jacob was already targeting his son. little by little, beck became the son that jacob always wanted, his golden boy, his right hand. the things he did for that man, the lives he took, he didn't want to think about them anymore, but he knew they would stay with him for the rest of his life. more than once he attempted to kill noah tucker and his little brother macon, but the guy was like a god damn roach. this was a tucker thing, they were strong sons of bitches, they could heal faster than the average folk, they had high tolerance to pain, could go days without food, and it was all thanks to the wonderful and intense their parents forced upon them. they didn't have a normal childhood. when other kids were worried about school and pimples, playing with toy soldiers and plastic cars, beck and noah were out hunting, playing with guns, fighting for survival. the first time beck saw a dead body, he was seven years old, and he remembered his father asking him for help, so little beck had to help his old man, drag this 160 pound corpse into the truck of his car. shit like this can fuck up a child's life for good

-----Now at twenty-three, beck tucker had lived more lives than a cat. it was amazing that he was still standing here, but he doubted things were going to remain that tranquil. usually it was when things were this peaceful and silence that jacob made his move. beck was not even sure what the man wanted anymore. he was always talking how he wanted to kill noah and macon, but he never did. the guy just liked to toy with his son, to torture him physically and mentally. countless times they had the opportunity to get rid of the dude, but jacob would beat the shit out of him and leave him for dead. then, he would retreat for a while and rear his ugly head once he felt it necessary to fuck shit up. beck knew all this because he worked for the guy, because he used to beat the shit out of noah and tried to kill him at his command. it was jacob who later became paranoid, believed that beck was somehow on noah's side and framed him. it was because of that man, that beck was thrown in jail. now, beck had no affiliation whatsoever. he was not involved in their stupid war, he didn't give a shit anymore.

-----Los angeles was a nice change, even though he had been here before for a few days at a time. he still was not sure why he was here, why he remained in this town, but he didn't care anymore. he didn't care if both his cousins would come looking for him and beat him to death, he probably deserved it. beck was not sorry about the things he did, he didn't feel any regret. what was done, was done, and dwelling about the past was not going to make a bit of difference. there were things that made him want to get the fuck out of here though, and that something had a name, her name was marie von traffen. beck met her at a club about four years ago, and they spent a weekend together. during that weekend, beck asked marie to go to texas with her. it was not because he wanted to spend his entire life with her, but he figured she was a good fuck so why not take her with him? she didn't want to leave her precious los angeles, beck returned to texas and that was the end of it. or so he thought. now that he was back, marie had been on his ass about his so called daughter. according to marie, she had gotten pregnant with his kid and now beck was the father of her daughter molly. it was hard to believe, and he didn't want to hear nothing of it. but after constant nagging and after showing him the papers that stated that he was indeed the father of this child, beck agreed to meet her and molly at the beach. part of him regretted this decision, but he figured he really had nothing to loose. it was not that beck hated kids, he just never spent any time with them because they were annoying as fuck. the though of him being a father gave him a god damn migraine. now, he would have to deal with marie's constant bitching 24/7.

-----The motel he was staying at was not that far from the beach. it was such a shithole though. the palce was dirty, the sheets smell like bleach, the wallpaper was torn and washed out, the television didn't have fucking cable, it was ridiculous...but it was not like he had money to rent an apartment. getting a job? that would be a good idea, but he doubted that people would hire an ex con. the light was hitting his face, it was late afternoon. beck opened his eyes trying to recover from his drunken state. he still felt drunk, after staying up and partying until five in the morning. he was still wearing the same old clothes from last night, and my god, did they smell like alcohol and cigarette smoke. the first thing he did was jump in the shower, he could not stand his sweaty ass any longer. after spending a good twenty minutes washing himself, beck dried himself up grabbed and opened his suitcase. he didn't even bother unpacking, he lived in a motel so what was the fucking point? beck grabbed a grey shirt and a pair of black pants, a pair of sandals and his aviator shades, then went on his way. it took him ten minutes to walk from his motel to the beach. as soon as he arrived, he lit one of his cigarettes and looked around hoping that marie would have forgotten somehow and he would not have to go through this uncomfortable meeting scenario. there were a few girls tanning on the beach that he recognized from the night before and he stopped to say hello to them, he would meet some of them a few hour later at this party on of them was throwing. it was then, as he was talking to this hot brunette with the body of a porn star, that he noticed her...marie von traffen and her daughter, sitting a few feet away. he held his cigarette in his hand and walked towards them, his eyes covered by the shades. "ok, let's make this quick. i have a party to get to" he didn't bother sitting down, he just stood there, smoking his cancer stick, blowing dark smoke into the atmosphere and waiting for marie to start her usual badgering
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[marie von trafften,]

marie von trafften

Marie was nervous for Beck to meet Molly. Things had been far from easy before he got there, but since his arrival the thought of him being the father of her precious daughter came along with him. The night before had been spent in complete metal turmoil, thinking about the day and how many different ways it could go. Marie had no doubt in her mind that this would be the first and the last time Molly would meet her real father, for the simple reason that Beck Tucker was, well, a Tucker. Meaning a complete ass. But this guy was also unpredictable to her, she didn't know him well enough to predict what he might want. Another worry in her mind was that he might very well want custody of their child. It was a thought far from becoming reality, and even if it was, Marie doubted that a judge would give him much custody, after being absent for the first four and a half years, as well as his criminal record. If he wanted to see his daughter, Marie would never prevent him, but she didn't think it would ever happen.

She would never forget the day she found out she was pregnant. It was about six weeks after Beck had left for Texas, and she had hooked up with Jude just a few days after that weekend. She had been late, but part of her thought it could just be out of stress. However, when the morning sickness started, she took a test before going to a private clinic. Sitting in that hard plastic chair for three hours to get the results was terrible. And when the doctor finally told her she was pregnant, Marie couldn't help but break down. How would she tell her grandfather? how on earth could she raise a child at fifteen.. alone. her first instinct was to call the father of the child, but when she started dialing, she didn't really know who to call. Being the liar that she was made it easy for her to call one boy, when she wasn't sure if the baby was even his. Probably the only reason she called Jude first was because his number was on her phone. Beck's was further down the recent caller list. Being the almost decent guy he was, Jude said he would stick with her through everything, and they started dating. It was far from a functional relationship, and ended in Marie's second last month of pregnancy, when he hit her.

Sitting on that beach towel, Marie thought back and continued on her little trip down memory lane. Her chanel sunglasses sheilded the few tears that ran down her pink cheeks as she smiled at her little girl, watching her curiously digging around in the sand. The curly blonde hair of the little girl blew around in the gentle breeze as she squealed with delight when she found a tiny hermit crab. Looking at it curiously, she watched it scuttle across the sand, giggling as she reached out to poke the hard shell. Immediatly, the crab curled itself back into it's shell, laying on the sand, before Molly picked up the shell, looking inside closely. When the crab didn't emerge, she moved her arm back, and threw the shell as hard as she could, watching it as it went far, before hitting a man square on the top of his head. Sitting beside her mother, Molly laughed as the man looked around to see where the shell came from, as marie just shook her head and rolled her eyes, "molly !" she exclaimed, trying to hide her laughter.

The child was good at getting herself into trouble, she was curious, and constantly into something. Molly had a way of being able to sneak off without anyone hearing her. And damn was she fast. She was also extremely observant, and heard everything she wasn't supposed to. Atticus managed to teach her 'fuck' in a matter of days, and it has since become her favorite word. Marie never knew when she'd say it, or what people she would say it to. But whenever it came up; it got Marie into trouble. Luckily, she hadn't really picked up anymore swear words, but when she was at preschool she taught her little friends things that she heard her mother, and her mother's friends say. Other than saying things she had no idea the meaning of, she was rather well behaved. The way she felt everything was her fault worried Marie though. Especially when it came to men coming and going in the girls' lives. Jude had been such a good father figure to Molly, but saving her life in that fire, ended his. When Marie dated Chace, she introduced them and Molly adored him; and for a long time, Chace was almost a father figure, but he left her too. If Jude was still alive, Marie doubted that she would even wonder if Beck was the little girl's father.

Finally, Marie caught sight of Beck. He looked far from a potential father, with his rough jail-ridden look and the tattos. He looked hard, while Marie looked rather innocent. Looks can be deceiving. He was talking to a girl that looked like she could be a porn star, of a plastic surgery spokeswoman. Rolling her eyes, she decided it would be better to just wait until she told him her fee, and went back to his hotel to wait for him. When he finally decided to grace them with his presence, Mariee stood up, the top of her head at about his shoulder. "so glad you finally decided to join us" she said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight onto one leg, the other merely bracing her body. Taking the cigarette from his lips she dropped it into the sand, stepping on the end to put it out. Molly looked away from her hole in the sand long enough to realize someone was standing with her mother. Getting up, she ambled over and stood behind Marie's legs, looking up, studying the man.

Marie placed a hand on the cute little girl's shoulder protectively, watching Beck before down at the little girl, who took a step forward and lightly tugged on his swim trunks, looking innocently up at him. "are you my daddy?" she asked softly. At that moment, Marie felt like she could cry. Looking down at her daughter, she crossed her arms and sighed inwardly. Averting her eyes back to Beck, she eyed him carefully, hoping that maybe he would be nice to their child. he could be a jackass to her as much as he wanted, as long as when he was talking to Molly his behaviour was acceptable. That was really all she wanted from him. If this was the last time he ever saw her, the little girl could remember that maybe her father wasn't all bad. Even if he was.


status FINISHED
tag beck tucker
word count 1179 words
clothes marie's bikini , molly's bathing suit
notes this post will fail. i apoligize