Oh My! Lacey Lacey Lacey! Where is your padded room? Hopefully Bonnie can leave and bring back some help. Harry will have Lacey thrown out on her plum head! Great update Pammie! It was certainly worth the wait, and loved the way you used your pictures in the flashbacks! wonderful! Muah!
All caught up now! I love love love the way you write Harry! He's such a sweet character, and I think the way he responds to everything that happens to him is very realistic. I felt so sad seeing him and his dad fight I hope the dad returns and is able to redeem himself.
Also, I love the creativity you show in this story! I can't imagine how much effort it takes to create all those different sims and give them (freakin awesome) names and then finding/building all the different venues. You've really built a world here for your story, and I commend you for that. Loving the story so far! Just hope that Bonnie can escape from Lacey the nutjob!
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When Harry arrived home, he couldn’t find anyone in the usual places. So, he went down to his bedroom, hoping to find Bonnie. But he heard horrible wails from down by the moat.
All the blood drained from his head when he saw the urn.
“Wha...What happened?” he managed to croak.
“I don’t know, my lord,” Lionel said, quietly. “I left Lady Horrid to go seek employment of another maid. When I came back, she was gone. The little miss here found her urn.”
Rose sobbed uncontrollably.
Feeling as if a thousand pound weight crushed his body, Harry crumpled with anguish at the sight of his love’s ashes before him.
In shock, Harry boarded himself in his room, not speaking to anyone. Not Lionel. Not even Rose. He couldn’t go on without his treasure. Without his Bonnie Belle.
Finally, Lionel urged Harry to leave the manse and get his mind off the unhappy circumstances. Like a zombie, Harry found himself in front of a bar. Even the thought of drowning himself in alcohol had no pull on him. He felt nothing.
A large lump sat in his throat that he couldn’t swallow down. All he could think of was her bonny smiles, soft lips, and warm hugs. He would never feel her touch again. The Maker was too cruel to him.
On the advice of his cousin, Grodie, Harry sat at the bar, but he didn’t have the strength to order a drink.
He only sat there, staring out, remembering what was his wonderful life and thinking about what could have been with his Bonnie. The children he might have had. The tiny cottage they would have moved to if his uncle kicked them out. It would have been a most beautiful life. The best life. But it was gone.
Soon, more people entered the bar and Harry couldn’t take it any longer. He needed to go home and shut everyone out. He couldn’t stand to see the smiles on everyone’s faces when his sunshine had vanished. Forever.
“Oh cousin,” Grodie said, trying to help Harry. “I’m deeply sorry for your loss. We all are in shock at these sad tidings. Won’t you have a drink, my friend? It might help the pain.”
Grodie sat at the bar and ordered two tall Hemlocks.
“Nay. No drinks fer me. I’m sad to the bones, I tell ye. I dinna know why I came, cousin. I’m not fit to be seen fer me heart has been stomped to bits. The woman I loved with all me heart is gone, and I canna fix it.”
Grodie gets up from his seat and pats Harry on the shoulder. “Come, dear cousin. To my home. My butler will fix you a nice dinner and we’ll have cigars. Then maybe you will feel a bit better?”
At this point, Body tried to sooth Harry as well. “I’m having a men-only party tomorrow night, old chap. I’d love for you to be there. Say you will, eh?”
Tears pooled in Harry’s eyes at the kindness of his friends. Maybe a night away from the public and in a home would do him some good. He wiped his eyes and nodded.
When he arrived home, he found it teeming with Belle sisters.
“Oh, Harry,” Ringie said, stopping him from sitting down. “We are in shock and distress at the passing of our dear sister. We have decided to help you take care of little Rose and be here for you. Whatever you need.”
Harry looked away. He didn’t want anyone in his home. It was his and Rose’s and...Bonnie’s but not theirs. But how could he get rid of them? They are in mourning as well. “Thank ye kindly, but ye dinna need to stay. Me and Rose will heal in time.”
“Dear Harry,” Tolly explained, “we are here for her sake and yours. We will not leave in your hour of need. This house will be a mess without a woman’s touch. Now you have four who will help you. And you will be helping us, too. We loved our dearest sister more than you could know.”
At this, Blue cries in her hands.
Anger at the situation bubbles within Harry. He did not want their help. Why didn’t they understand? “I want to be left alone. I’m sorry if it might hurt ye feelings, but I’m in the most pain I’ve ever suffered in me life and having guests about me home only makes me suffer more. So, I’m going to ask ye all to leave!”
“Oh, spare us your theatrics, Harry,” Cow snorted. “You can no more kick us out than Lionel can. Once you bonded with our sister, you made the betrothal to all of us binding. Face it. You’re stuck with us.”
“What my sister is trying to tell you,” Ringie adds, “is that my brother has taken a wife and we are but baggage now. We have nowhere else to go. We would have been on your doorstep within the week if this had not happened to our dear sister, so, what will it be, Harry? Would you have us out on the street?”
Harry’s shoulders slumped. His dangblasted uncle strikes again.
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Yes! She's nuts!
Also, I love the creativity you show in this story! I can't imagine how much effort it takes to create all those different sims and give them (freakin awesome) names and then finding/building all the different venues. You've really built a world here for your story, and I commend you for that. Loving the story so far! Just hope that Bonnie can escape from Lacey the nutjob!
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When Harry arrived home, he couldn’t find anyone in the usual places. So, he went down to his bedroom, hoping to find Bonnie. But he heard horrible wails from down by the moat.
All the blood drained from his head when he saw the urn.
“Wha...What happened?” he managed to croak.
“I don’t know, my lord,” Lionel said, quietly. “I left Lady Horrid to go seek employment of another maid. When I came back, she was gone. The little miss here found her urn.”
Rose sobbed uncontrollably.
Feeling as if a thousand pound weight crushed his body, Harry crumpled with anguish at the sight of his love’s ashes before him.
In shock, Harry boarded himself in his room, not speaking to anyone. Not Lionel. Not even Rose. He couldn’t go on without his treasure. Without his Bonnie Belle.
Finally, Lionel urged Harry to leave the manse and get his mind off the unhappy circumstances. Like a zombie, Harry found himself in front of a bar. Even the thought of drowning himself in alcohol had no pull on him. He felt nothing.
A large lump sat in his throat that he couldn’t swallow down. All he could think of was her bonny smiles, soft lips, and warm hugs. He would never feel her touch again. The Maker was too cruel to him.
On the advice of his cousin, Grodie, Harry sat at the bar, but he didn’t have the strength to order a drink.
He only sat there, staring out, remembering what was his wonderful life and thinking about what could have been with his Bonnie. The children he might have had. The tiny cottage they would have moved to if his uncle kicked them out. It would have been a most beautiful life. The best life. But it was gone.
Soon, more people entered the bar and Harry couldn’t take it any longer. He needed to go home and shut everyone out. He couldn’t stand to see the smiles on everyone’s faces when his sunshine had vanished. Forever.
“Oh cousin,” Grodie said, trying to help Harry. “I’m deeply sorry for your loss. We all are in shock at these sad tidings. Won’t you have a drink, my friend? It might help the pain.”
Grodie sat at the bar and ordered two tall Hemlocks.
“Nay. No drinks fer me. I’m sad to the bones, I tell ye. I dinna know why I came, cousin. I’m not fit to be seen fer me heart has been stomped to bits. The woman I loved with all me heart is gone, and I canna fix it.”
Grodie gets up from his seat and pats Harry on the shoulder. “Come, dear cousin. To my home. My butler will fix you a nice dinner and we’ll have cigars. Then maybe you will feel a bit better?”
At this point, Body tried to sooth Harry as well. “I’m having a men-only party tomorrow night, old chap. I’d love for you to be there. Say you will, eh?”
Tears pooled in Harry’s eyes at the kindness of his friends. Maybe a night away from the public and in a home would do him some good. He wiped his eyes and nodded.
When he arrived home, he found it teeming with Belle sisters.
“Oh, Harry,” Ringie said, stopping him from sitting down. “We are in shock and distress at the passing of our dear sister. We have decided to help you take care of little Rose and be here for you. Whatever you need.”
Harry looked away. He didn’t want anyone in his home. It was his and Rose’s and...Bonnie’s but not theirs. But how could he get rid of them? They are in mourning as well. “Thank ye kindly, but ye dinna need to stay. Me and Rose will heal in time.”
“Dear Harry,” Tolly explained, “we are here for her sake and yours. We will not leave in your hour of need. This house will be a mess without a woman’s touch. Now you have four who will help you. And you will be helping us, too. We loved our dearest sister more than you could know.”
At this, Blue cries in her hands.
Anger at the situation bubbles within Harry. He did not want their help. Why didn’t they understand? “I want to be left alone. I’m sorry if it might hurt ye feelings, but I’m in the most pain I’ve ever suffered in me life and having guests about me home only makes me suffer more. So, I’m going to ask ye all to leave!”
“Oh, spare us your theatrics, Harry,” Cow snorted. “You can no more kick us out than Lionel can. Once you bonded with our sister, you made the betrothal to all of us binding. Face it. You’re stuck with us.”
“What my sister is trying to tell you,” Ringie adds, “is that my brother has taken a wife and we are but baggage now. We have nowhere else to go. We would have been on your doorstep within the week if this had not happened to our dear sister, so, what will it be, Harry? Would you have us out on the street?”
Harry’s shoulders slumped. His dangblasted uncle strikes again.