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Eyes Open - Part 9
Published Sep 10, 2011

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It's hard to argue when
you won't stop making sense
But my tongue still misbehaves and it
keeps digging my own grave with my

Hands open, and my eyes open
I just keep hoping
That your heart opens

Why would I sabotage
the best thing that I have
Well, it makes it easier to know
exactly what I want with my...

Hands open and my eyes open
I just keep hoping
that your heart opens

Snow Patrol “Hands Open”

It's hard to argue when
you won't stop making sense
But my tongue still misbehaves and it
keeps digging my own grave with my

Hands open, and my eyes open
I just keep hoping
That your heart opens

Why would I sabotage
the best thing that I have
Well, it makes it easier to know
exactly what I want with my...

Hands open and my eyes open
I just keep hoping
that your heart opens

Snow Patrol “Hands Open”
Laura packed up her bags quickly after David asked her to move in with him. She was scared of her mother now, but who wouldn’t be? Claire had tried to sell her like a piece of meat hanging in a butchers shop, and Laura certainly didn’t want to be sold on like that. Her mother didn’t have any regard for her feelings and was only striving to get the best for her business; not her daughter. Laura crept into the house at dawn, pulling her trunk from under her bed. She hurriedly packed away all of her belongings that she could find, ripping the wardrobe open and flinging her clothes into the trunk. She downloaded all her files off her computer onto a USB stick and threw that into the case. Everything was packed except from one thing; the flowers David had sent her as a teen. Had she checked the recycling, she might have seen where Claire had flung them in a fit of spite and anger. Laura took her belongings to David’s and sat amongst his family just as breakfast began. She enjoyed the gentle teasing and laughter the family exchanged with each other; it was a fresh change to the deathly silence that hung over the table of the McGraw household at mealtimes. Natalie, David’s mother, stood to take a call as her phone rang on the side table. It was evidently not good news, as Natalie returned to the table with a frown on her pretty face.

“What’s wrong aunt Nat?” Jason asked, a frown appearing on his face. His aunt was normally so happy and smiley that it seemed strange for her to be gloomy and quiet.

“I just got a call from the bank,” she began, “They suspect that some kind of fraud has been committed on myself and Turner’s bank accounts. They’ve frozen our assets whilst they investigate.”

Turner, her husband, looked up at her, confusion written on his face.
“But we always keep an eye on the accounts, I haven’t suspected anything!”

“I know, but they said that several transactions made late last night flagged up on their systems and they froze the accounts as soon as they could. A lot of money was taken out of our joint account too.”

“How much?” Turner asked.

“A lot, out of our joint account and your individual one.” Natalie said significantly.

David turned to look at his mother, a realisation passing across his features.

“That means that you and Dad have no money what so ever, doesn’t it.”

“Son, don’t worry, it’s alright, and we’ll cope.” Turner said, comforting his son.

“But you can’t pay the bills, and the house for me was brought with the cash profits that mom made from her cooking show, out of her individual accounts! You have nothing left!” David protested.
“Do they know who took the money?” Laura asked.

“I don’t know to be honest.” Natalie responded. “They said accompany called ‘Finest Deals’ took the majority; the bank thinks they’re an art dealership.”
Nathan visibly blanched. The stove began to ping, signalling the end of the cooking cycle.

“I’ll get it!” He squeaked, pushing his chair back and running into the kitchen area.

Laura and David both thought the behaviour was odd, but then Nathan was an odd man so it didn’t stick in their minds.
Nathan was seriously worried. ‘Finest Deals’ was the cover company for the loan sharks he used. He’d been falling behind with his payments and they’d threatened to take it other ways. His next book was not coming as fast as he’d hoped and everybody was breathing down his neck; the publishers to get the next book on the market, the sharks to make his repayments, the fans to do big event to launch his books. He just couldn’t afford it all. And he felt guilty. He couldn’t get his son a home of his own and they’d lived with his sister for almost 15 years. He knew that he should tell his sister about the loan sharks, but he just couldn’t bring himself to admit that it was probably his fault the money had been drained. “My cooking show is getting a better slot though, so hopefully the money should be back in no time.” Natalie smiled, feeling a bit calmer as her and Turner talked through their options. David had been noticeably quiet all throughout the exchange. He got up and walked away from the table, thinking about his father. He was always so strong, never having any doubts, never showing any concern. He wished he could be more like him during times like these. He walked into his bedroom, Laura following him.

“If only they hadn’t brought the house.” He said quietly. “They’d still have their money; they could still live comfortably.”

“You don’t know that; they could have easily cleared your mom’s account. You mustn’t blame yourself David; this is in no way your fault.” Laura said firmly. “The purchase has gone through. The house is yours David. You cannot back out of this or you’d be wasting your parent’s money.”
Laura stood on the patio of her new home, painting in the sun. It was a gorgeous day with a beautiful view; the house was a low lying bungalow with wrap around pool and wide open windows to take in the most of the views around the bay and coast. She wore her hair loose, the shiny locks lazily curling around the shoulders. The dress was long and flowing and she wasn’t wearing any shoes. She’d got a job as a commissioned artist and spent her days painting, the bay inspiring her creative side, her brush strokes long and vigorous. She was perfectly relaxed, away from the strict and controlling regime of her mother. David was fulfilling his lifelong ambition to become a fire fighter. He loved it; it was perfect for him, maintain the station’s equipment and saving innocent citizens.

He enjoyed nothing more than coming home at the end of the day, a meal on the table and spending the evening with Laura, just relaxing in her easy and loving presence.
And at night, she curled up around him, his large body providing a sense of safety and security for her. It was a new feeling for her, as she’d always felt like an outsider. Laura found herself reflecting a lot during her quiet times. Mostly about Stiles and her mother. She now had a better appreciation of how manipulative her mother was now and how much Stiles had to deal with her actions, falling head over heels in love with a woman who took advantage of his riches and standing in society to claw her way to the top of the heap. The massive house, the perfect children, the huge income, the pinnacle seat of society. It all seemed like a game as she used everybody as her pawns. Laura found herself drifting into a light slumber as the sun began to set over the expanse of the ocean. “Darling... Darling...” David gently shook Laura awake.

The sun had set long ago, as should have David’s work day. However a late fire rescue operation had meant that he’d been dragged back into the mêlée of hoses and ladders. He’d left several messages for Laura, but she’d never responded back to them. Confused, he drove straight home, to see the house in darkness and the answering machine bleeping from all the missed calls. He’d eventually found her, slumbering peacefully in the garden. She’d looked so beautiful in the moonlight he hadn’t wanted to wake her, but he needed to talk to her.

“David! I’m sorry, I must have drifted off.” She said quietly, rubbing her eyes and smiling up at him.

He took her hand and helped her from the lounger.

“Come. I need to talk to you.”
He guided her to the middle of the patio and pulled her into his arms, looking at her deeply.

Laura found herself giggling at his intensity.

“What’s got into you, you silly bean?”
He dropped his arms and stood back from her. He suddenly folded onto one knee and reached into his pocket. “Laura, you’re the love of my life...” David began.

She didn’t hear the rest, suddenly overcome with emotion. He was proposing to her! He smelt of soot and was wearing loose shorts and a scruffy old shirt. But oddly enough she couldn’t think of him doing it any other way. It was perfect to her. Outside their new house, with the view over the ocean, the moonlight causing the water to simmer in the bay below. It was magical.

And when he opened the box, she had to smoother herself to stop the scream of delight at the beautiful diamond inside.

“... and so my darling, will you please marry me?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, “Oh yes, David you didn’t even have to ask of course I’ll marry you!”

He slipped the ring onto her finger smoothly, adding to the perfection of the moment as it fitted snugly.
He enveloped her into his strong arms and held her tightly. Neither had ever been happier. “David!” Laura called. “You’re Mom and Dad are going to be here any moment, will you please get out the bathroom!” She knocked on the door once again. He opened it, coming out, straightening his jacket, fidgeting with the buttons.

“I hate suits. Why are we doing formal again for our engagement party?! Not that you’re dressed formally; but I’m not complaining.” He said saucily.

“David!” she snapped, “Concentrate!”

Though she couldn’t help but smile as she turned away to answer the door.
Natalie and Turner arrived. They both seemed rather down, but put on a smiling face for the happy couple. They embraced them tightly, showed them to the food and entertainment and greeted the rest of their guests. Whilst Laura spoke to one of Stiles old band mates, David, tapped her on the shoulder. She made her excuses and went into the study with David.

“What is your mom wearing?!” He hissed.

Laura poked her head around the door and raised her eyebrows.
Claire was wearing a very daring, albeit beautiful dress. She seemed very overdressed compared to everybody else, but she held her head high, knowing that nobody would dare to challenge her on her outfit. A few people skittered out the way; people who stood up to Claire McGraw usually ended up in a bad way. “Don’t ask. It’s my mom.”

David just shook his head.

“Your mom’s impossible; even for me!”

He suddenly shuddered.

“No wonder everybody fears their mother in laws.”
David walked up to Claire with a big smile and went to peck her on the check.

“Claire! It’s lovely to see you...” Claire jerked herself away from him.

“David. It’s... fine seeing you too. And it’s Ms. McGraw; nobody calls me by my first name unless I let them.”

David raised his eyebrows at Laura and stalked off towards the garden.
Claire watched him, an eyebrow arched.

“Rather dramatic, isn’t he darling?” She sneered.

Laura walked over to her mother, a week smile on her face.

“It’s nice to see you mother.”

“It’s lovely to see you too darling. I miss you. Not seeing you at home or at work; it’s like a chunk of me is missing. Of course, your artist career is only a stint, you’ll get out of it and then you can have your old job back.” Her mother gave her cat like grin.

“No mom. My paintings are selling like hot cakes. I don’t need my old job back.”

She turned her back to her annoyed mother.
Laura joined David on the patio and they spent the rest of the evening dancing together, the incident with Claire fading from their minds. Whilst the couple were dancing, Claire seized her chance.

“Hello. I’m Ms McGraw, Laura’s mom. But you can call me Claire.” She gave her best smile, but it didn’t disguise the ice in her eyes.

“I’m Turner Kinman, David’s father. A pleasure to meet you Claire.”
They talked about mutual subjects for over an hour, Claire making Turner feel more and more secure in her presence. Eventually, they sat on the sofa together, talking quietly.

“Such a nice party isn’t it? And Laura and David make such a wonderful couple, don’t they? I’m so happy to be paying for the party and whole wedding.”

Turner paled. In truth, David was paying for it all.

“I’m sorry that Natalie and I cannot contribute more, just our account’s been frozen, I was let off at work, and Natalie’s cooking show was taken off the air... Nobody can give us an explanation. We’re in financial ruin. It’s dragging us down financially and emotionally. All we ever do is argue now and we’re on the brink.” Turner said, practically breaking down. “It’s affecting David too. He can see the cracks, he’s stressing out, trying to support us and himself. He’s such a good boy, but it’s destroying him too. And my brother in law, Nathan Manning, he’s hiding something, we all know it.”

Claire put a comforting hand on his shoulder, internally pleased that Operation Manning to financially and therefore emotionally destroy David and his family was working.
So, Claire’s getting even worse! Thanks for reading guys, really appreciate it. Chapter writing is going to slow down a bit because of real life commitments, but the next chapter is where Laura’s life is going to change.

With thanks to all the CC artists I’ve used, my game wouldn’t be the same without you!

Claire’s Dress, Image 1 – Balloon Dress with Necklace by Ekky_Sims

Natalie’s Dress, Images 3, 4, 6 and 9 – by Ekky_Sims

Laura’s Dress, Images 12 and 13 - ASIA-FAE-016 by asia!

Laura’s Dress, Images 23, 24, 26, 28, 30 and 31 - Le Femme Chic - Le Paillette by DT456

Natalie’s Dress, Image 25 - Le Femme Chic - Le Soleil by DT456

Claire’s dress, Images 27, 29, 30, 32, 33, 34 - Tan Flower Bust Gown by Cbon73

And David and Laura's house is my own "Vista Villa"

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urm0mSep 17, 2011

Evil Claire!

martoeleSep 13, 2011

Oh... Clair!!! Some sims are really bad....! \:rolleyes:

ShelleyBSep 12, 2011

\:rah\:  Congrats on the feature! Do you ever just want to reach into the monitor and smack Claire upside the head? What a horrible woman! It's good to see Laura and David happy, but for how long? And what about his poor (and getting poorer) parents? Great chapter! \:D I'll gladly wait for the next chapter since I'm ready to see Claire fallllllllll.: ph34r:

spitzmagic VIPSep 12, 2011

Oh dear.... Clair...evil evil evil. \:mad\: Laura needs to wake up if she wants to be a part of David's life. I hope she has some inkling even if it's a tiny bit of what her mother is capable of doing...Can't wait till the next one \:rah\:

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