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Post by Tellie on Jul 20, 2008 23:12:30 GMT -5
"Don't tell me what to do, O'Connor," David spat back, bitterly. "It's called a free country. So why don't you go take Abigail here" - he glared at Lucky as he emphasized her real name - "and your precious skateboard and leave my brother and me alone." He shoved Reilly backwards and turned around to head over to a bench near where Les was skating.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 20, 2008 23:23:06 GMT -5
Reilly stared after David for a second, then went after him, grabbing him by the shoulder and whirling him around to face him and punching him in the nose, then tackling him to the ground, throwing his backpack aside.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 20, 2008 23:35:59 GMT -5
David began throwing punches at Reilly while attempting to dodge the ones being thrown at him. His nose was bleeding profusely from when Reilly had hit him at the beginning of the fight.
Lucky screamed, tugging at her hair. She wasn't quite sure what she should do... she didn't want to just sit there and watch the fight, but she was scared she'd get hurt if she tried to stop it. Working up the courage, she ran up and grabbed Reilly's forearm. "GUYS, STOP!" she screamed, attempting to get Reilly to stop punching David.
Right then, David, with his eyes closed, swung his left fist. But instead of it hitting Reilly, it hit Lucky on the side of her face. She fell onto the concrete of the parking lot, blood spurting from the injury. Astonished, David just sat there, not quite comprehending just what he'd done.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 20, 2008 23:41:23 GMT -5
Reilly grabbed David by the collar of the shirt, shoving his back into a nearby car. "Oh now you've really done it!" he yelled, punching him hard in the gut and throwing him down on the ground. He quickly hurried over to Lucky's side, taking advantage of being rid of David for the moment. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern in his eyes. "Here, lemme see..." He gently pulled her hand away from the injury.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 20, 2008 23:47:38 GMT -5
Lucky winced, tears falling down her face and mingling with the blood running down her neck. "I think I busted my lip," she said softly, her voice twinged with pain and a slight lisp from her swelling lip.
David held his stomach, watching enviously and guiltily as Reilly tended to Lucky. He didn't want this to happen. "Lucky, I..." he said softly, attempting an apology.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 20, 2008 23:51:48 GMT -5
"JUST GET AWAY!" Reilly roared, fire in his eyes. He looked like if David even tried to approach him again, he'd kill him. Reilly helped Lucky up. "Come on, let's just go on back to my house..." He opened the passenger side door and got some tissue out of the glove compartment, handing them to her for the blood. "I'll be here in a minute." he told her. He had to go back and pick up his backpack.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 20, 2008 23:54:52 GMT -5
Lucky held the tissues up to her face, sopping up the blood, and trying to will herself to stop sobbing.
David, watched Reilly get Lucky into the car, then go back to get his backpack. "Reilly, I feel horrible for hitting Lucky. I really didn't mean it. Please, tell her it was an accident... I didn't see her there..."
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 21, 2008 0:01:11 GMT -5
Reilly could hear the compassion in David's voice. "Fine, but don't start anymore crap. If she doesn't like you, she doesn't like you...you're doing nothing but making her feel miserable. Just lay off.." He turned his back on David, tossing the backpack in his back seat and climbing into the driver's seat. He saw that Lucky was still sobbing and wrapped his arm around her. "I'm sorry..." he said. "You should be okay. We'll just go to my house for now."
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Post by Tellie on Jul 21, 2008 0:08:47 GMT -5
Lucky nodded, wincing, tears falling down her cheeks. She'd used up all of the tissues to soak up as much blood as possible, and most of it had stopped by now, though the pain was still very noticeable.
David watched Reilly get back in his car and sighed, then stumbled his way to a standing position. He tripped over to a bench by where Les was still skating - obviously he hadn't noticed the fight - and just sat there, watching his brother skate and trying to make the pain in his stomach go away.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 21, 2008 0:22:22 GMT -5
Reilly drove them to his house, going around and opening Lucky's car door for her, leading her to the front door and up to his room. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get you some ice for that lip."
As Helena and Max got to her house, she led him up to the front door, inside and up to her bedroom. She turned on the light to her bedroom and gasped, seeing Kiyoni sitting on her bed waiting for her. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to her mom's room. "Kiyoni, what are you doing?!" she said, trying to pull away from him. He was silent, just taking her to her mom's room. He opened the door and shoved her inside, going in after her. "Look at what you did." he said in an emotionless tone, pointing at the floor. Helena gasped, her hands drawing up to her mouth. Her mom was lying in the floor in a pool of blood, a knife in one hand. Tears streamed down her face. "How is this my fault?!" she sobbed.
Kiyoni's face was expressionless still. "She was devastated when she found out you were pregnant." he said softly. Helena couldn't believe what she was hearing. "YOU TOLD HER?! HOW COULD YOU, KIYONI?! UGH!" She ran out into the hall, bumping into Max, crying into his shoulder. "She's gone...she's gone!" she choked out between sobs in a whispered tone. "It's...it's n-n-not my fa-a-ault..." She drew out the last word pushing past Max and running to the bathroom, locking herself in there and sinking down against the counter, sobbing uncontrollably. It took alot to make Helena cry, and she'd never cried in front of Max before.
She knew very well that her mom had left in her will that Kiyoni was to take care of her until she was 18. Kiyoni had called 911 and she could hear the sirens outside pulling up.
Kiyoni stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him and seeming to notice Max for the first time. He threw a glare Max's way and walked off in the opposite direction to his room.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 21, 2008 0:29:16 GMT -5
Lucky sat down on Reilly's bed and whimpered softly, her tears drying on her cheeks and on her lashes. She looked around the room; she was forced by her grandmother to keep her room impeccably clean, and she admittedly found it strange at times to be in others' rooms that weren't as neat. Reilly's was one of them. A bright blue cover of a paperback novel was sitting on his nightstand. She glanced over to read the title, and as she did, she couldn't help but notice that the top drawer was partially open, and her eyes skimmed over what was inside... a drug needle.
She gasped, then winced at the pain shooting from her lip. Right then, she heard Reilly headed back down the hallway towards the room. She didn't know whether or not to tell him that she saw the needle in the drawer.
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Post by Race on Jul 21, 2008 20:07:22 GMT -5
Max had Kiyoni pinned to the ground in an instant,and started laying into him with punches,not caring that his ribcage was screaming at him,or that his nose was still hurt, he layed into Kiyoni without letting up,series of swear words issue from his mouth,in both english and gaelic, seeing red as he did. "YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" he yelled at Kiyoni "I AUGHTA RIP YOUR TOUNGE OUT AND MAKE YOU EAT IT!" he kneed him in the stomach,and started punching him again.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jul 21, 2008 20:14:05 GMT -5
Helena could hear the fight outside of the bathroom, but she didn't care. Kiyoni was getting everything he deserved. She was shaking with emotion, unable to control her sobs.
Kiyoni threw Max off of him and into the banister of the stairs, jumping at him and throwing punches left and right.
Reilly came back in with the ice. "Everything okay?" he asked, handing it to her.
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Post by Tellie on Jul 21, 2008 20:20:04 GMT -5
Lucky nodded, holding the ice to her busted lip and wincing at the same time. She decided it would be best not to mention the needle. "How bad does it look?" she asked him softly, secretly loathing the lisp that her swollen lip had given her.
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Post by Race on Jul 21, 2008 20:24:56 GMT -5
Max pushed him off into the wall,kneeing him in the stomach then upper cut to the jaw,he then grabbed him by his shirt and slung him into the wall again,punching him across the face then pulled the leg off a chair and hit him with it.
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