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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 17:30:35 GMT -5
"ya think we woulda remembered leavin' all dis out here." Max said, he picked up the remnants of an old board game. He heard Spot come in, and the treehouse creaked, he was silently hoping it didn't give way to them, the last thing he needed today was a broken arm or leg.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 22:18:31 GMT -5
"Max..." Spot began, trying to think of a way to word what he was going to say next. "You remembah dat time I got real mad an' wouldn't talk ta nobody an' I stole dat heroine from Reilly and shot up an' ended up walkin' da streets all night cause I was too high to know where I was an' you ended up takin' da car and comin' ta look fa me?"
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 22:26:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, an' I remembah yelling at you about it aftahwards..." Max said, he remembered it almost like it was yesterday, he'd even risked making their dad angry by stealing his car.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 22:41:28 GMT -5
"Yeah," Spot said, nodding. "Something about bein' irresponsible fa doin' somethin' that would only end up hurting me in da long-run. You told me not ta draw out my pain an' make it woise by tryin' ta cover it up and replace it wit another feelin' because in the end it would all come crashing down ten times harder than before. You told me ta deal wit it up front an' it would make me stronger. And it has."
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 22:48:38 GMT -5
Max was still slightly touched by the drunkenness, he knew there was a hidden message in there somewhere, but he'd actually forgotten about the sixty dollars worth of blow in his jacket. "It's gunna take me a while ta get ovah dis Spot.."he said, "But once I do I'd hate ta be in Kiyoni's shoes....." he spoke the last a bit darkly.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 23:03:34 GMT -5
Spot looked at his brother, understanding. "I know it'll take a while. Jus'...please don't do anythin' too crazy, will ya?" He smirked a little bit at the last part realizing that here he was telling Max not to do something crazy and he had just stolen and hotwired Vernon's car.
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 23:05:41 GMT -5
"I won't," Max said, looking back at Vernon's car, "We might need ta get goin', blondie's car is still where I left it." he said.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 23:07:51 GMT -5
Spot nodded. It was about time for school to let out anyway. He would take Max back to the school and send him with Pyro, then catch a ride with Reilly to pick up Blondie's car. Not to mention ditching Vernon's car would be s good idea, too.
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 23:14:29 GMT -5
Max saw Pyro when they pulled up, waiting for them with his car.
"God mate..you look like 'ell.." Pyro said, Max's eyes were bloodshot to hell, and he could still smell the booze on him and his breath, he helped him into his car and shut the door, watching Max lean the chair back. He looked to Spot, "where was he?" he asked casually.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 23:28:16 GMT -5
Spot was about to answer when Vernon came marching toward him with two cops. "CONLON! You little runt! I'll have you rotting in juvenile detention for as long as I possibly can for stealing my car!" Vernon yelled. Spot could tell that he was holding back from cussing in front of the cops.
Spot just stared at Vernon, unfazed by his reaction. "Ya got a present waitin' for ya in the floorboard." he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"You're in big trouble, kid," one of the cops said, grabbing Spot and turning him around, cuffing his hands behind him and pushing him against the hood of the car.
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 23:35:09 GMT -5
Pyro's uncle happened to be the other cop, he saw Pyro motioning crazily at Spot, then saw Max in his nephews car, he sparked up and came up, "Mr. Vernon, this boy is the brother of the boyfriend of the young girl who was found murdered today, we have on record where his brother went missing after he discovered the body, and seeing as the stolen vehicle was taken for an emergency in help of recovering a missing person, all charges will be dropped." he said rather authoritative.
There were times Pyro loved his uncle, right now was one of them.
Retching was heard in Pyro's car as Max threw up the last bit of whiskey.
"Oh for the love 'a..Max! No' on the upholstry!" Pyro whined, "I'm going to take the brother home, he's had a rough day and needs rest.." Pyro slipped into his car before anyone could stop him and drove off with Max.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 5, 2011 0:11:42 GMT -5
Blondie had been worried all day about Spot and Max and when she came out the front doors of the school, the sight she saw before her did not help the situation. She hurried over to where Spot was just as the first cop released him. "Oh. Sorry kid."
Vernon's mouth dropped open. "You mean you're just going to let the little weasel go?!"
Spot saw Blondie and smirked at her, rubbing his wrists and turning to Pyro's uncle. "Thanks." he said, then walked off, motioning for Blondie to follow him as he headed toward where Reilly usually parked. They were going to need a ride to go get Blondie's car back. On the way over, he explained the whole story to Blondie.
Blonide paled as he told her about the drugs, but Spot knew she wouldn't tell a soul.
They got to Reilly's car just as he did and Spot explained about the car.
"Sure, hop in," Reilly said. He hadn't been doing so well lately. He had been sober for about a week and then relapsed after the detox had made him violently sick and he couldn't take it anymore. No one knew about the relapse except for Reilly himself. His hands still shook and his whole body trembled when he went too long without sticking the needle in his arm. Any track marks were covered up by his long-sleeved shirt.
When they got to Helena's, the place was dark and eerily quiet. It was as if the house itself was in mourning for the life that had been taken inside of it. There was caution tape all around the porch and fresh wheel marks in the grass from where they had wheeled out the body bag. Spot shook his head sadly.
Blondie put her hands over her face. The scene made her feel sick to her stomach and gave her the creeps.
Spot was curious to see the inside of the house, but he knew Blondie just wanted to get out of there, so he steered her to the car, holding the keys out to her.
Blondie shook her head. "No, you can drive... I don't...feel so great..." she said, glancing back at the house again.
Spot nodded then opened her door for her and walked around to the driver's seat for the fourth time that day, cranking the car and leaving as Reilly did the same. The two went to Blondie's house, sneaking in to avoid her father's notice. After he let Blondie calm down for a while, then he would let her take him home.
Blondie closed and locked the door behind them so her father wouldn't burst into the room in a mad rage like he usually did about this time every night. Her father wasn't an alcoholic, he just had terrible anger issues since her mother had died and he always took it out on Blondie. Spot had seen evidence of this several times. He wished he could get her away from her father, but there was nothing he could do about it. They lay there on Blondie's bed, side by side in silence, Spot wondering if Max was still okay or not.
((ooc: Now I'M the one posting novels >.<))
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Post by Race on Oct 5, 2011 7:41:25 GMT -5
Pyro pulled up in front of Max's house, helping his friend out and getting him into his room quietly, they'd thankfully just missed Damon going out to the Irish pub down the street, which Pyro was thankful for, he'd often hoped he'd catch Max's dad in the act and got his Uncle after him, but right now he was just glad he wasn't there when he was bringing Max home in this state. He helped his friend onto his bed, Max had slept half the way there and was going to have one hell of a hangover by the end of this. He pulled Max's jacket off, staring at the paper bag, "Max...c'mon mate...not again.." he hesitated, debating on taking it with him, then changed his mind, not wanting Max's hungover rages pointed at him. He shut the door and left Max there asleep returning to his car.
Max slept on, he'd been half awake in the transition from car to bed, and the minute he'd hit the bed he'd passed out, thankful for the pillow finally. He'd burrowed deep into the covers and slept restlessly, the events of the day leaving him with terrible nightmares of finding Helena over and over again, he shot up in bed after about an hour, Spot still not back, he was covered in sweat, his heart pounding, and his head. He scrambled for his coat, pulling out the paper bag, pausing, then shoving it into his side table drawer. He snuck across to the bathroom, getting the water as cold as he could and threw it on his face, he pulled pain killers from the med cabinet in there and swallowed three, hoping to stop the feeling of his head being cut into like a watermelon.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 5, 2011 22:04:36 GMT -5
Spot and Blondie had fallen asleep in the silence. It had been a very long dayand both of them were exhausted. When Spot finally woke up again, it was half past midnight. He sat up shaking off the drowsiness and nudged Blondie.
Blondie mumbled something incoherently, then sat up really fast, startled. She had been dreaming. After she realized what was going on, her eyes widened. Her dad could be heard stomping through the house, so she opened the window beside her bed and they snuck out through it, hurrying to the car to take Spot home.
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Post by Race on Oct 5, 2011 22:22:57 GMT -5
Max ended up sitting in the living room with the t.v on and the sound cut off, unable to go back to sleep, and not wanting to considering all that was going through his head. He'd fallen asleep for a few moments then woke back up, the same images from the nightmares going through his head.
He stared down the hallway, hearing the snores of Damon from his room, then back at the door, Spot wasn't back yet, he slipped into his bedroom and pulled the drugs from his drawer. His hands shook, it'd been four years since he'd used, part of him wondered if he even knew how to do it anymore. He dumped the small bags out onto the coffee table, stuffing the paper bag into the couch.
He'd already done half the sixty dollars worth before he knew it.
Max reeled, forgetting how it had affected him, he heard a car pull up and ran to his room shoving what was left in his drawer, then crash landing on the couch, wiping his nose with his thumb and forefinger to make sure nothing showed. He blinked hard, trying to keep focused.
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