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Post by Z3vil on Nov 15, 2006 19:28:54 GMT -5
Trey walked all the way home to the orphanage.
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Post by Kait on Nov 15, 2006 19:33:09 GMT -5
*Keiran finally got off of the school bus in front of his small, run down little house, reluctantly walking to the door and hoping that his mother wasn't home...*
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Post by Z3vil on Nov 15, 2006 19:35:10 GMT -5
Trey walked inside the orphanage and went to his bed, sitting there for awhile.
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Post by Kait on Nov 15, 2006 19:47:00 GMT -5
*Keiran went inside quietly, frowning when he saw his mother passed out on the living room couch, her collection of empty alchohol bottles on the table having grown considerably since their argument earlier that morning. Keiran sighed and reluctantly started picking up bottles and taking them outside to their recycling bin, gradually clearing off the table before dusting and washing it off, all the while trying to avoid waking his mother.*
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Post by Z3vil on Nov 15, 2006 19:52:25 GMT -5
Trey stayed in the orphanage for awhile before leaving to go to the park.
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Post by Kait on Nov 15, 2006 19:56:35 GMT -5
*Keiran went throughout the house, cleaning it all the way that his mother had demanded that morning, managing to fill up both the recycling bin and the trash can. Once he was done, he began moving the two containers out to the curb with some difficulty, not very strong or large enough to pull them easily.*
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Post by Z3vil on Nov 15, 2006 20:06:12 GMT -5
Trey layed down at the park, staring out at nothing.
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Post by Kait on Nov 15, 2006 20:20:35 GMT -5
*Keiran walked back into the house, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw that his mom was up and searching the refridgerator. She whirled around when she heard the door close, glaring at him.*
"What the hell happened to all of my booze? Have you been taking things from the fridge again, Keiran?"
"No... I think you drank most of it... There were a lot of bottles here when I cleaned the house..."
"Liar! I know how much I drank and I'm telling you it's not all here! What did you do with it?"
"I swear I didn't touch it... You know I don't like that stuff..."
"Did you pour it down the drain again?!"
"No." *Keiran frowned as she lifted her hands to her head, knowing that she must have a killer hangover...* "I don't know what happened to the stuff in the fridge but I'll check the cellar for you if you want..."
"What are you waiting for? Get moving!"
*Keiran hurried down the stairs into the cellar, searching until he found a half empty bottle of wine in the corner. He quickly went upstairs, timidly offering it to his mother as she paced the kitchen.*
"It's almost all gone! You drank half the bottle!"
"I didn't drink any of it, I promise."
"You're such a rotten liar! Just like your bastard father! Give me that!" *She snatched the bottle from him, quickly downing its contents. Keiran had started to walk away when the bottle was suddenly thrown down hard at his feet, shattering so violently that a shard of glass flew into the air, slicing his cheek. Other small pieced embedded themselves in the fibers of his hoodie, and Keiran's breath caught in his throat as his mother stormed over to him.* "Don't walk away from me! Get out to the store and replace what you drank! And you'd better hurry back this time! Go!"
*Keiran just stood there, a hand to his cheek, but his mother shoved him violently into the door.*
"I said GO!"
*Keiran didn't have to be told again, hurrying out of the door as his mother advanced on him. He didn't slow down at all as he ran across the yard and down the road, desperate to get away from her while she was in one of her moods.*
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Post by Z3vil on Nov 15, 2006 20:22:33 GMT -5
Trey layed there quietly, thinking to himself as he stared at a small pond.
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Post by Kait on Nov 15, 2006 20:27:31 GMT -5
*Keiran didn't even head to the liquor store... While his mother had obviously forgotten that he was too young to buy alcohol, he hadn't. Instead, he ran to the park, wanting to be alone and far away from his house. He only slowed down in his running when he reached a park bench, breathing hard as he doubled over, trying to catch his breath and not get too upset.*
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Post by Z3vil on Nov 15, 2006 20:39:45 GMT -5
Trey thought he heard someone panting, moving slightly to see the guy from that day panting, but he just figured it was none of his business and went back to staring at the water.
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Post by Kait on Nov 15, 2006 20:43:06 GMT -5
*Keiran sat down on the bench, lifting a hand to his cheek. The cut felt shallow, but when he pulled his hand away, he could see the blood on his fingers glittering in the dim light. He sighed and closed his eyes, hugging his knees to his chest and trying not to cry... He choked on a sob, shaking a little.*
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Post by Z3vil on Nov 15, 2006 20:44:53 GMT -5
"why are you crying?" he asked, not turning to look at him.
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Post by Kait on Nov 15, 2006 20:52:47 GMT -5
*Keiran gasped softly and nearly fell off of the bench in surprise. He wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to see who was speaking to him.* "Who's there...?"
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Post by Z3vil on Nov 15, 2006 20:53:21 GMT -5
"over here." Trey waved his arm, but didn't move from his spot.
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