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brothergrims
"no" he cursed in disbelief she would even ask
"why not?" she begged, "i need you to do this for me!" she pleaded
he stood there, anger pulsing through his body.. his arms hanging down to clinched fists, the rage was getting to him, why did she do this, why did she always have to end up here "no Jill im not doing it, the last time was the last, there wont be another, stop asking!" she dropped her head in shame, she knew the last time was bad, she knew she promised when she held his wounded body that she would never ask him again. She remembers the tears then, and felt the tears now, "I know i promised, i know I said I would never ask again, but i need it Jack, and if you love me, you will go." she said almost in a whisper, but he heard what she said as clearly as if she had yelled it, and that was just a bit more than he could stand. He picked up his pal and started to home, she had used the "if you love me" plea one to many times and this time it broke what was left of his wounded heart. "Jack no..." she yelled, "Jack...." she pleaded again, but it was no use, he walked away and never looked back.
Later that night she came through the door, meek and quite as she sat on the sofa next to him. "im sorry jack" she cooed through gentle tears, "Im sorry i asked you, i promise i wont again." Jack stood and spun around, "Bullshit!" he spouted, "Thats such bullshit," he said again, his frustration brimming as he turned away from her, He turned back around and with stern and angry eyes he shouted a booming tone "The next time you need another fucking pale of water, your going to ask," frustration causing his voice to tremble "and next time i may not have the resolve to say no, exactly how many times do you expect me to tumble down that fucking hill for you Jill?" his arm outstretched and pointed to the hill "Tell me women, cause i gotta let you know," his tone changing to a very determined preach "my days of hill tumbling ended the last time i came ass over apple cart down that thing and i don't ever intend to climb up it again, water or no water." He sat in the uncomfortable chair left for visitors like big bad wolves and the like, "If that means i loose you," he said quietly "then let that be, but im not tumbling down that hill again, not for you, not for anyone."
Jill sobbed, she knew she would ask again, she knew she would beg again, its what she did, how many men would she drive away with her want for water from the top of that hill.
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