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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 8, 2007 15:52:14 GMT -5
Ryan jumped slightly when he felt somebody touch his shoulder. He'd forgotten for a moment that Jeanette was here. He listened to what she said and knew that she was right, it made him wonder why he'd wanted to try heat first today. "Ok, well I'll be right back then I just got to take care of my arm first and then I'll go fetch those ice packs." He said as looked over to where Thomas was, he didn't even seem like the normal Thomas laying there so still. His eyes wandered over to one of the picture frames on the coffee table next to the couch. He thought that he'd removed all of the pictures of Greg and him from that table but, he was wrong.
He picked the picture up and made his way out of the room. He set the picture down on a table in the hallway leading to the bathroom and stared at it for a moment before entering the bathroom. He slowly pulled the tape off of his arm and looked at his arm, he could tell that the scratches were pretty deep now but it was still bleeding slightly. He washed the scratches with soap and water and wanted to yell as his arm started to sting but he resisted that urge and cautiously dried his arm off before sticking a couple of band aids where it was still bleeding.
Thomas slowly raised his head so he could get a better look at Jeanette after Ryan left. "No, I guess I'm not doing too well." He said and then sighed before lowering his head back onto the pillow again. He moved his right leg slightly and then squeezed his eyes shut as the pain in his knee seemed to multiply. He couldn't take this whole laying still thing but he knew that he had to. He then thought back to the blood stained medical tape that he'd seen on Ryan's arm. Maybe Jeanette knew something about that because he hadn't remembered seeing the tape there last night. "You wouldn't happen to know why Ryan's arm was bleeding would you? Since I know for a fact that he didn't go out last night so he couldn't have gotten it then." He asked before looking up at the ceiling. He hated how Jeanette had to see him like this, laying there so helpless and now that he thought about it he hadn't been wearing the cloths that he was when he got here. Which meant that they must be Ryan's meaning that there were things that he couldn't remember from last night. Since he couldn't remember changing although it was clear that he had.
After leaving the bathroom Ryan moved into the kitchen and opened up the freezer. There were a couple of ice packs laying in there but that wasn't what he was looking for. Last night he'd decided that a bag of peas would be better than an ice pack since they had conformed to Thomas's knee. And if he remembered right he'd put that bag back in the fridge this morning so it could get cold again. "Aha, there you are now where's that other bag?" He said to himself as he grabbed one bag and then found the other one behind it. After that he made his way back into the living room and sat down on the coffee table before looking at Jeanette. "Ok, so they're not ice packs but I learned a long time ago that bags of frozen stuff like this will conform to the injured area." He said before gently setting the already conformed bag on Thomas's knee. He then looked back at Jeanette as he wondered what to do with the other bag.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 8, 2007 16:14:27 GMT -5
She nodded gently and watched him for a moment then back to Thomas. She sat down on the floor facing him. She leaned over and kissed his cheek gently. "We'll hopefully get you back on your feet soon." She said sweetly as she reached a hand up and brushed back some of his hair. When he asked about Ryan's arm she frowned and looked down at her hands as they fiddeled with the strap of her bag. She looked back up at him after a moment. "Well, uh, when we went to get your stuff Ryan kinda had a run in with Alex. I'm not a hudred percent sure what happened because I stayed in the car." She said gently as she bit on her bottom lip.
She looked up when Ryan came in and she resisted frowning when she saw him holding two bags of peas. She didn't mind a bag for Thomas, but she needed an acutal ice pack. She looked back to Thomas and watched as he set it down on Thomas's knee. She looked back at him after a moment. "The second one is for me, and could you trade it out for an ice pack please?" She asked gently looking at him. "I'm not trying to be picky, but a bag of peas won't cut it for what I'm going to be putting it in." She said gently looking at Ryan to the bag then back. She gave a weak little apologetic smile as she looked at him. She looked down at her bag and rummaged through it then pulled out a small little pouch that had a wrap attatched to it that velcroed to it as well. It was what she normally set a pack of ice in so that she could walk - more like hobble since she couldn't wear her brace over it -around without having to worry about not having ice on it.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 8, 2007 16:39:22 GMT -5
"I hope so too because I can't stand laying here. I'm just lucky that football practice doesn't start for about two weeks or so." He said and then looked at the empty coffee table he knew why Ryan had taken the photo away. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that was Greg in the picture, who he was guessing was probably diagnosed with Cancer a short while after that picture was taken. He'd met Ryan after Greg's death so he hadn't really known what he was like before that death effected his four year old mind. But as he listened to Jeanette the color is his face just disappeared. So Alex was back to attacking anybody that he saw now. He thought that he'd gotten over that and that he'd only been attacked because he'd entered Alex's room. "I guess he's really back to his old ways then. Um, yeah he's attacked my friends before. The last person he attacked was Sean and come to think of it he got scratched up too. Now he refuses to even stand on the lawn when he knows Alex is around." He said and then looked over to where Jeanette was, he was glad she'd stayed in the car because if Alex had hurt her he'd be paying for it somehow.
So that second one was for her which meant that she had hurt herself during one of her falls. He looked over at Thomas for a moment, he wondered if he'd told Jeanette anything about his past. Not the drinking part, everybody knew about that and that he still did drink. But Thomas knew about everything that had happened before the two had met. And he wasn't about to tell Jeanette about that because he didn't talk about that to anybody. "Ok, well I'll go get you an ice pack then." He said and then made his way out of the living room and back into the kitchen. Once again he opened up the freezer and set the bag of peas back into it before pulling an ice pack out of it. Then he made his way into the living room again and made himself comfortable on the coffee table. "You know what Thomas, I think that when Alex decided to scratch me that he was actually trying to aim for my tattoo." He said as he looked at him, it was just then that he realized that Jeanette probably didn't even realize that he even had a tattoo. Oh well, it wasn't anything worse then Thomas having an ear pierced.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 8, 2007 16:58:43 GMT -5
She chuckled gently looking at him sweetly. "I know how you feel, babe." She said sweetly as she looked at him. She saw the color leave his face and she felt guilty for saying anything. She looked down at her leg for a moment. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking how happy you are that I stayed in the car right?" She asked gently looking back up at him. She saw the look in his eyes and that's all it took for him to answer her question.
She looked up to Ryan as he left to get her an ice pack. She looked at Thomas and smiled as she carefully sat up on the edge of the couch careful not to move his leg any. She started to unstrap her brace. She looked up at Ryan as he came back in. She looked back down and hesitantly took off the brace to reveal the scared and mangled knee. The circular scar around her knee was obviously from a surgery. She took the ice pack from him not looking at him afraid of the reaction he may give off. "Thanks." She said gently as she set it in the pouch and carefully applied it to her knee then started to tightly wrap it around her knee.
She wasn't sure how much Thomas had told him about her accident, but she was hoping that he wouldn't ask too many questions either way. She looked up when he said something about a tattoo. "You do realize I'm going to ask to see it now right?" She asked curiously as she smiled gently looking up at him.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 8, 2007 18:43:20 GMT -5
Yes, that was exactly what he was thinking since Alex would know that Jeanette probably couldn't defend herself as much as Ryan could. Not to mention, he most likely was angry at her for trying to get into the dark corners of his mind. He'd thought that she had gotten into those parts but it looked like she hadn't. "Yes, I'm very happy that you decided to stay in the car. If Alex would have hurt you then it would all be over and I'd probably never go back there. But I'm sure that Ryan would have defended you. Since Alex has picked fights with him before, when he was as bad as he is now. And let's just say that I thought that he learned not to mess with Ryan because he wasn't going to go easy on him." He said and then looked over at Jeanette, at the time he had been slightly angry at Ryan for actually fighting with Alex. Even though he'd been there and watched as Alex provoked him and he'd been the one who threw the first punch, not Ryan. But after Ryan had won that battle Alex had seemed to get slightly better. It seemed as if he had backslid a lot though.
Ryan looked at her knee for a moment as things became a lot clearer. It looked as if she hadn't initially hurt herself when she fell and that when she fell, she'd just aggravated her knee. Thomas hadn't told him about her getting into an accident or something. So he figured that he had his reasons for not telling him so he wasn't going to start playing twenty questions right now. Maybe he'd ask Thomas about it later but at the moment it really wasn't that important. He listened to what Jeanette said about having to see that tattoo now that he'd mentioned it. He didn't mind showing it to her since it wasn't anything bad. But she'd probably say something about being sixteen and already having a tattoo but he was used to people saying that to him now. "Alright, well here goes nothing then." He said and grinned slightly as he rolled up the sleeve on his t shirt slightly revealing the tattoo it just was a single strand of barbed wire that went all the way around his arm. "I just got it a couple of months ago. But I told Thomas to go with me and get one but he didn't." He said and then looked over at Thomas waiting for a reaction.
"That's because if I got a tattoo then people might consider me a rebel since I've already got my ear pierced. Besides, they already know that the Andrews family is crazy. Then again, some people think that my family's crazy." Thomas said before sitting up slightly, he knew that the two of them would know why people thought that. It was all because of Alex since people thought, that because he did the things that he did then the whole family must be like that. Of course, he couldn't blame them sometimes. But didn't they notice that when Alex had mental breakdowns at school that he was the one who always had to come and get him?
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 8, 2007 20:38:15 GMT -5
She looked at him and frowned gently. "I am perfectly capable of defending myself, I'll have you know. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't know how to throw a man to floor in agony." She said playfully trying to lighten up the mood. She smiled gently and leaned over and kissed his forehead sweetly. She looked up at Ryan and smiled gently noticing the look at her knee. She didn't let it get to her though. She had been working on not letting it get to her and she'd been doing a little bit better lately. She felt rather fidgety though and she wished she was wearing a skirt or something that she could cover it up with, but she was in short shorts so she just relaxed a little.
She looked at the tattoo and wanted to die out laughing, but she just let a soft subtle one out instead. She had seen people her and Ryan's age with bigger and more eye catching tattoos than that."Oh, wow, that's just so big and bad, Ryan." She said teasingly as she looked at it then up at Ryan. She laughed gently and looked back at Thomas. "Some friend you are. Who care's what other people think about you. You, ah, haven't let it get to you yet." She said as she gently flicked at his pierced ear playfully.
"I think most tattoos are pretty cool actually. It all depends on what it is though. For instance, Papa had Medusa tattooed to his right bicept. Now it was cool, but I couldn't believe he did it." She said gently looking down at her knee realizing she had just talked about her dad without acknowladging the wreck for a minute there. That had to be a good thing though. It used to be she just thought of him and images of the last time she saw him came to her head.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 8, 2007 21:04:47 GMT -5
"I'm sure of that but Alex is very unpredictable and well, he'd know where to go if he wanted to hurt you. Like the last time that Ryan tried to help him he pushed him down the stairs to try and hurt him. Well, I guess you could say that he did because he was out like a light for about thirty seconds." He said and wondered if he should tell her what else had been going on at home. It wasn't just Alex that was making him so stressed out. "My parents have been arguing about things and the root of the problem is that my mom thinks Alex is fine but my dad knows that he's not so he wants to send him somewhere for help. But my mom won't let him." He said and then sighed, he didn't get how his mother couldn't see that Alex wasn't alright. After all she was a nurse at the hospital so she should have been the first one to see that things were not ok. Maybe she just didn't want to admit that something was wrong.
"Well, I didn't want something that made me look like I went around hurting people. And my mind wasn't all there when I got this." He said and knew that Thomas would know what he meant, as in he was drunk. Jeanette would probably know that too since he knew that she probably read the gossip column, even if it was just occasionally. It seemed as if he was in every issue for something. "I could have gotten my ear pierced instead but that's just not me. But I bet Thomas didn't tell you about the time that he got blond streaks." He said and then grinned before looking at Thomas, he wasn't going to tell Jeanette that Thomas had basically been completely drunk at the time when somebody's girlfriend had streaked it. He'd been there but he couldn't have been able to stop anybody because he'd been passed out on a couch at the time.
"I care about what people think about me, I don't want them thinking that I'm a psychotic who's about to have a breakdown at any moment." He said before looking over at the different pictures that were displayed on the fireplace mantel. He wondered if Ryan still had that picture of him with streaks on display there. "That's cool, but the closest I've come to getting a tattoo is having somebody write their cell phone number on my arm." He said before glancing over at Ryan, he still suspected that he'd been the one to do that. Since he'd called the number out of curiosity and it turned out to be Ryan's cell phone number.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 8, 2007 21:31:27 GMT -5
She frowned looking at him. She knew that he was worried about her safety, but she didn't want him worrying about her at the moment. "Well, you don't have to worry about me, because I'm pretty sure if you're going to be staying away from home for a while that I won't be going over there any." She said gently as she patted his hand comfortingly. She glanced at his knee and then looked to Ryan.
"He failed to mention that story. Though I'm learning that ya'll should have a sober friend around everynow and then at the rate you two go with drinks." She said chuckling as she looked back to Thomas trying to imagine him with blond steaks. She looked back to Ryan then Thomas as he talked some more. She smiled gently and nodded. "I'd like to get a tattoo. Mama's actually taken me a few times to get what I want, but then I get to scared." She said gently looking down at her hands.
She looked over at his knee and reached over carefully lifting the bag. The swelling had gone down a little bit, but not much. "I think we need to take you to the doctor if this isn't better by tomorrow, Thomas." She said gently as she very carefully placed the bag of peas back on his knee. "What have ya'll done up till I told ya'll to put ice on it?" She asked though the question was more of directed the Ryan than the both of them.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 8, 2007 21:56:48 GMT -5
He knew that she was right, but he couldn't stay over here forever no matter how hard he tried. Besides, it wasn't fair to his sister to have to deal with Alex all by herself. And as much as he'd love to stay over here until his parents finally did something it just wouldn't happen. "I can't stay over here forever. I just hope that he'll calm down some when I'm not there." He said and then looked over at Ryan, he knew that he got lonely in this house when nobody else was around. And that was one of the reasons why he'd offered to let him stay here. Well, that and the fact that he probably didn't want to see him get beat up by Alex when he wasn't expecting it. "Don't worry though, I think that Alex might have learned from this because he probably knows that once I get back things are going to get very personal. And he knows that I'm not going to run away if he tries to pick a fight with me. Although he'd be really stupid if he did." He said knowing that Alex knew that he could overpower him in a matter of seconds just by pinning him down and making sure that he couldn't scratch or bite.
So Thomas hadn't mentioned that story, well he'd have to tell her it sometime. But not now, especially when he was sitting so close to Thomas and he could easily shut him up really quick if he wanted to. "Really, well it's a rather interesting story but now isn't the time for it." He said and then looked over at Thomas, he could have sworn that he let out a sigh of relief. But he chose to focus on what she said next, she got scared when she went to get a tattoo well he could help her with that. "Getting a tattoo isn't that bad, now I might have been a little bit drunk when I got mine but I remember everything. It didn't really hurt that much but if you ever feel like getting one I'd be happy to accompany you, and I probably could get you a discount." He said and then smiled, that people at the tattoo shop would probably believe that she was older than sixteen because they really didn't know her. Which meant that he wouldn't have to play the whole "do it or else" card. "Hey, Thomas has cut back and people know not to mess with me when I'm drunk. I was totally alone when I got my tattoo and I did it willingly since nobody told me to do it." He said and then smiled, he really did not need Jeanette worrying about him. She had enough to worry about with Thomas.
Doctor? There was no way he'd go to a doctor. Now he hadn't always dug his heels in when it came to a visit to the doctor. But after the accident he'd had he had hated doctors. They'd poked at him and the time he'd been forced to stay in the hospital had not been a pleasant experience for him. "I hate doctors." He said quietly before looking over at Ryan. He'd have to answer her question because he really didn't know all that had been done to him.
"Well, first we did the ice and then when I realized that his knee was freezing cold we switched to heat for a little bit. Then after doing that for awhile we went back to ice. All the while he's been getting pain killers every four to six hours." He said before looking at Thomas's knee, he'd hate to think that there was something seriously wrong with it.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 9, 2007 6:52:56 GMT -5
She looked at him as he said he couldn't stay with Ryan forever. "I know that, but when you do go back please be careful." She said gently looking at him. She was as worried about him now as he was of her over there. She didn't want something like this happening again. She looked at him gently then back to Ryan. She smiled at his offer of going with her to get a tattoo for a moment then looked down at Thomas. "I'll think about it Ryan, but don't count on it." She said sweetly looking back up at him.
She looked to Thomas and frowned. "I don't rightly care at the moment, Thomas. You two have no clue what's the matter and I have a slight hunch that it's a small fracture somewhere around your knee. Either way you need to see a doctor about it, and I'm sure that Ryan agrees with me when I say that if you argue then we'll just drag there." She said looking him in the eyes. She was worried about him and she was hoping that she had clearly stated that in her statement. "We really should get him to the doctor if he's not better tomorrow. If it is a fracture he's going to need prescription drugs." She stated gently.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 9, 2007 18:53:21 GMT -5
"I'll be careful the next time that I decide to go home. But I'm warning you, I probably will not stay there too long if something isn't done about Alex. I'll most likely be there for a couple of days before going somewhere else." He said before looking at Jeanette she probably didn't know what it was like being nervous to walk into your own home for fear that your own brother would come out of nowhere and attack you. Maybe being away would make his mother see that the reason he was gone because he didn't feel like getting hurt anymore. Perhaps she'd take a hard look at things and realize just how bad it was with Alex now. But he knew that the chances of all that happening were very slim, she was never home anyway. Which was probably one of the reasons why she didn't think that there was anything wrong with Alex. He hated to think of Alex being like he was for the rest of his life though because number one, he'd probably end up in a mental hospital somewhere because of it. And number two, he still had those memories of the real Alex in his head.
He definitely agreed with Jeanette, sure he knew that Thomas hated doctors. But he'd go in there with him if that was what he had to do. If the doctors wouldn't allow him back there at first he'd just throw a fit and soon enough he'd be allowed back there. Either that or he just had to mention his parents names because if he remembered right, they donated a lot of money to the hospital. "Yes, I completely agree with you. And you're not in the right condition to fight back with me if I do have to get you there. Since I could drag a person there even if they were punching me, and you've seen me do that." He said and then looked at Thomas, he didn't want to be threatening he just wanted to make it clear to Thomas that if the need arose for him to go see a doctor then he would and there was no way to get out of it. Since there was no way he wanted him to get hurt more because he hadn't seen a doctor and started moving around too soon.
Fracture, that word lingered in his mind as Jeanette spoke and then Ryan did. It seemed to him as if they didn't realize that things would basically be over if he had a fracture. "Ok, but you shouldn't be one to talk about getting dragged to see a doctor Ryan. Since if I remember right you still avoid that at all costs after Greg." He said sharply as he glared at him, did he normally have outbursts like that? No, it just was that he had so much pent up anger right now that it just needed to be realized. "Anyway, if it's fine with the two of you I'm going back to sleep." He said and then he turned his head away from them and closed his eyes. A few moments later he was fast asleep again.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 9, 2007 19:09:44 GMT -5
She watched him for a moment then looked up to Ryan. She nodded gently and smiled gently for a moment before she looked back to Thomas. She furrowed her brows at the mention of someone named Greg and that Ryan avoided doctors at all cost because of him. She looked to Ryan questioningly, but didn't ask anything and looked back to Thomas. She frowned gently at his snappy behavior. She didn't like it much. She watched him go back to sleep then shook her head and stood up from the couch. She heard her phone start to ring and she pulled it out of her bag.
She frowned when she looked to the screen to see "Neils" written across it. She answered in a snappy matter in Greek and there was a long pause. She looked over to Ryan with an apologetic tone as she walked out of the living room- with a very noticable limp that wasn't there with the brace- into the hall saying something rapidly and there was the slitest hint of anger to it. It was definately an argument because with each pause to let her brother talk her anger built up in her tone. She finally snapped the phone shut and slung it to the ground angrily, not caring if it broke or not at the moment, as she leaned against the wall and eased herself to the floor and hung her head low shaking her head angrily. She just sat there willing herself not to cry. She didn't want to cry. Not here. Not with Thomas being so snippy all of a sudden.
She pulled her good leg up to her chest and rested her forehead against her knee taking a deep breath to calm her angry nerves now. Neils had tried to pry out where she was, but she wasn't saying anything. She knew he would try Thomas's place more than likely if he hadn't already.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 9, 2007 21:17:14 GMT -5
He had noticed Jeanette's questioning look, so she really didn't know about that. Which meant that Thomas had kept that secret, well at least until a few minutes ago. He watched as the phone rang but he wasn't looking at Jeanette then, he was staring at Thomas. How could he just fall asleep just when he let everything out? He knew that he wasn't faking it either, but now he didn't even want to be around him. He watched as Jeanette got up and it was then that he noticed the limp in her step but he wasn't going to ask any questions or follow her. He was going to go off on his own. He got up and made his way down another hallway that was next to the one that Jeanette had went into. There was only one place to go in the house now and he was being drawn to it. He looked down the long hallway, from here he could hear snatches of what she was saying but he couldn't understand it. He walked further down the hallway and opened the first door on the right and entered the room before shutting the door. He debated on locking it or not but decided not to.
There really wasn't much in the room, just the piano in the corner and the case of beer sitting next to it. He hadn't touched it in a couple of days though, but it was part of his personal stash. Nobody else came in this room anyway so it was safe to keep it there. He made his way over to the piano and sat down on the bench. He touched a couple of keys lightly and debated about playing it or not. That was what he'd came here to do and he knew that. But the thing was he didn't even know if Thomas knew that he played. It really hadn't been his idea to learn but when he was four years old or so his parents had decided to make him take lessons. And those lessens had just ended about a year or so ago. His eyes wandered over to the pictures that were sitting next to the piano on a shelf at eye level. His eyes settled on the picture on the far right, it was one of the pictures of Greg and him. The two were three or four years old and were sitting in the sandbox playing with trucks. There was no way that he'd be able to convince anybody that it was Thomas in the picture since Greg had red hair and green eyes. And well, Thomas didn't and there was no way he could get anybody to believe that he just dyed his hair and wore colored contacts all the time.
The picture frame's glass was cracked but another frame's glass was cracked too. It was the one of him wrestling around with Alex a couple of years ago. He'd taken his anger out on those two frames numerous times and it was clear by how cracked the glass now was. "God Alex, why can't you just turn back into that person. My life would be twenty times less complicated if you did that." He said and then looked away from the picture and down at the case of alcohol. "I'm sorry Thomas, but you're the reason why I've got to do this right now. I know you asked me to stay sober until you were better but one isn't going to hurt much, at least not you." He said and then dug around in the box before pulling a can out. He quickly opened it and took a long drink from it before setting the can on the floor. That was enough, for the time being. His eyes wandered back to the piano and before he knew it he was playing a slow song on it that had a very sad sound to it. He couldn't play something happy and upbeat right now.
The sound echoed throughout the room and he knew that it could be heard throughout the almost empty house. But he didn't expect Jeanette to come looking for him. And if Thomas asked about hearing a piano then he'd just have to lie to him and say that he must have been imagining it. As he played a few tears slipped from his eyes but he quickly wiped them away with one hand while he continued to play. He didn't cry, he never really had in the past and now wasn't the time for crying. He'd convinced himself that the only time to cry was when he lost somebody.
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Post by Jeanette Panagiotou on Aug 9, 2007 21:36:09 GMT -5
She knuckled away a tear or two she felt falling down her cheeks and looked up at the sound of footsteps, but she saw Ryan go into another hallway. She just ignored it and looked down at her phone. As if on que it started to ring. She picked it up and turned it off so that he couldn't bother her the rest of the night. She didn't want to hear her brother's voice at all at least until tomorrow. He had really gotten her upset.
She slowly and with great effort stood, but then the faintest sound of a piano reached her ears. She tried to egnore it, but she couldn't help but be curious. She walked through the living room to the other hallway and she noticed the sound got louder. She walked down the hall as the music grew louder and louder. She noted the sadness of it and frowned a little. She went by the door the first time and noticed that it was loudest from the door she just passed. She walked back to it and put her ear to the door. She quietly reached a hand to the doorknob and with a great effort to keep quiet and opened the door poking her head through.
She watched him play noting the beer on the floor next to the bench. Her gaze fell back to him and the piano and instantly her mind went to her family's holiday tradition of singing while her dad played the piano. The merry sound of her family singing rang through her ears and she closed her eyes taking a deep breath to try and compose herself, but she couldn't. When she opened her eyes there was a tear trickling down her cheek. That's when she decided she should leave him be. She quietly slipped out of the room hoping he hadn't noticed her any, but she highly doubted it. She moved out of the hallway and found her way to the kitchen where she leaned over the sink feeling the tears trickl down her cheecks as she looked out the window. The whole world was tuned out from her as flashes of her life before the wreck, all the way back from when she was barely old enough to remember anything, flashed through her mind. She tried to brush away tears, but it was no use. Her silent crying just continued no matter how much she brushed away the tears.
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Post by Ryan Andrews on Aug 9, 2007 22:05:19 GMT -5
Ryan hadn't noticed the door open and then close. He'd been off in his own little world focusing on the piano. He wasn't looking at the keys he was just staring at a spot on it. All of a sudden he stopped, he reached for the can and a couple of drinks from it later the can was empty. He didn't feel any better, and that surprised him usually he'd be feeling a lot better by now. Drinking was how he got through the day of Alex's accident and just about every other day in his life when a sad event had occurred. "Dammit, why isn't this working?!" He yelled at the top of his lungs and then threw the can against the wall. He knew that he wasn't really angry, he was just really frustrated at all of the things that had been happening lately and not to mention he hadn't gotten any sleep last night and if it had been any other night he spent staying up he'd be asleep right now. "Why does everything in my life have got get messed up? First Greg goes on me and now I'm probably going to lose Thomas because he probably hates me now." He yelled, slightly softer then before.
The tears burned in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. Now was the time when he needed his parents to tell him that everything would be fine, and they were off on the other side of the country. He wanted to go upstairs in his room and curl up in a little ball and stay there but he knew that wasn't possible. No matter how much he hated to admit it, somebody actually needed him at least for the time being. There was no way he was going to let Thomas take care of himself for the next twenty four hours or so. He'd felt so helpless when the Cancer had started to take Greg, he wasn't going to let that happen again. He took a few deep breaths before walking over and leaning up against the wall. "After I'm sure that Thomas is going to be alright I can go hide from civilization for a day." He said and then opened the door and walked down the hallway, right now he really needed some type of alcohol that was cold. And that would be in the fridge which was in the kitchen.
He made his way into the living room and checked to make sure that Thomas was still sleeping before making his way into the kitchen. He noticed Jeanette but didn't think anything of it and then made his way over to the fridge before digging through its contents before he found some vodka he wasn't a huge fan of it but that was all that he could find at the moment. He dug a glass out of the cabinet and filled it to the top before shoving the bottle back into the fridge. He slowly started to drink it and after about half of the glass was gone he set it on the counter and made his way over to where Jeanette was. She'd been standing by the sink for a long time and he was a little worried about her. It was then that he noticed she was crying. "What's wrong? It's not Thomas right because he's just crabby because he can't walk around and as soon as he regains his mobility he'll be a lot easier to talk to." He said as he looked at her before looking down at the sink.
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