- Joined
- Mar 30, 2011
Clark was a man of 34, though he didn't look any older than 24. He had reddish brown hair and deep brown eyes, his skin a bronze tone from time in the sun. His wife had called him her Greek God...but that was before the whore ran off with their daughter's 19 year old boyfriend. Right now he found himself looking through the mail, sorting bills from letters, though they hardly got anything, he would have to check his e-mail soon to see what he could find there. He found his thoughts wandering to his daughter, the look of devastation on her 16 year old face when her boyfriend of 2 years ran off with her own mother. For her, 2 years was an exceptionally long time, he knew she couldn't fathom the loss her father endured, having lost his own high school love and near 17 years of marriage.
Eventually he got up to walk downstairs to the kitchen, it was only the middle of the day and his daughter would either still be at school or on her way home now, he wasn't certain because he didn't look at the clock while he went to grab something to drink from the fridge. He wore nothing but a pair of blue jeans and boxers, he had often gone around the house like this, no shirt or socks simply because he loved how it made his wife giggle like a school girl when she saw him. Those times were done now, and it was up to him to care for their daughter.
Eventually he got up to walk downstairs to the kitchen, it was only the middle of the day and his daughter would either still be at school or on her way home now, he wasn't certain because he didn't look at the clock while he went to grab something to drink from the fridge. He wore nothing but a pair of blue jeans and boxers, he had often gone around the house like this, no shirt or socks simply because he loved how it made his wife giggle like a school girl when she saw him. Those times were done now, and it was up to him to care for their daughter.