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incrediblyshyghost · 5 months

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FNAF: fairy AU fanfic of @ayyy-imma-ninja fairy Eclipse

Sick oc, death of a hawk, mention of blood and cuts, some cursing, fairy Eclipse is NOT my character, hurt fairy. Eclipse had used this older farmhouse to keep out of the rain a few days ago, it seemed to be while kept and redone but no one seemed to be living here, the temptation to burn it down was squished when he found a way in and fell on a weird rectangle plastic box with buttons this made the bigger magic box turned on showing all different animals with facts about them he found himself sitting on the soft couch watching the magic box till the storm had passed and he didn't want to leave after that. But a few days ago, 5 humans came and ruined his fun cleaning up the place and seemed to be moving boxes in, they left soon after so he left looking for food for a while coming back only to find there are new humans there again. Eclipse noticed watching from an oak tree grumbling about not being able to watch the magic box.

Are you sure you want to be alone? Her mother asked as they finished setting up the old house for her to stay for a while.

Yeah, I need time for myself to think alone about this and it’s not like it’s forever, and I have the sheriff's number on speed dial if anything happens, and the air here is better than the city-smoked fill poison that has been polluting my lungs lately.

I know I know I just love you ok and you better call me every day! She shouts, hugging her daughter tight enough for her to feel her bones creak.

Ok. Love you too Mom she said patting her mother back trying to keep a brave face as she stood in the driveway watching the red car pull away down the rocky drive.

The loving moment made Eclipse's stomach turn but he was intrigued by the car humans had come a long way with their toys. Watching the big red machine kick up dust. Only for his eyes to catch the human that was left behind, she had freckles like someone he knew but her deep green eyes were different... He waked as the girl waved till the car was out of sight and took a shaky deep breath. How odd for some reason, Eclipse found himself following the girl as she walked into the forest. It seemed the more she walked the shakier she got tell she got to the small creek she fell to her knees, her arms wrapped around her side hugging herself tightly as she bowed her head, short brown hair getting pulled in the slight current the creek had, and screamed she screamed so loud like a wounded animal a dyeing animal something he had never heard come out of a human as she sat in the rocky, grass filled edge of the creek tears running down her nose making ripples in the water. Till her voice seems to go out her back shakes as she sodded alone in the forest.

Eclipse was struggling to just leave her, that scream reminded him of his own. He had followed her to give her a scare, maybe get her to leave the house so he could watch the magic box! but now he didn't know what to do, his wing fluttered as he decided to just leave, but a shriek of a hawk and the sound of its wings right behind him changed his plains before he could even turn sharp claw wrapped around his chest and wings, squeezing him as he feels his wings rips by the sharp talons as the beast wings shoosh around him, he growled his claws swiping at the hawks talons his fire burning the bird he heard the birds shriek of pain ringing in his ears and a felt himself falling with it then nothing…

The girl looks up from her pity party of one hearing the hawk shriek and thrash in on the ground she gets up slowly walks over gasping holding a hand over her mouth sees the hawk with what looks like burn marks on its chest one side of its face and wing look bend in the wrong direction from its fall, she had heard about the fire that happened two weeks ago but this looks like it had just happened the bird still smoking. A few leaves on fire around it and just looking at the poor thing there was no way it was going to live, but then she saw something lying on the ground by the dying hawk she picked it up away from the trashing bird's talons and it looked like a fairy? This was a joke, she had asked for a sign not whatever this was! But as she looked at the little odd creature that was bleeding in her hand as the hawk went quiet and still she couldn't just put the little thing down and head home, so she curled her fingers around the warm creature and headed back to the old farmhouse as she dried her tears.

Rushing into the house and putting the fairy on the marble countertop under the kitchen light she could see the claw mark on the poor thing's middle and rips on its big wings that she had gently made sure she didn't fold when she put him down, and there was blood on the back of its head, she just stared for a moment taking him in, the body was half dark brown like the bark of a tree, the other side orange, almost like a Halloween themed doll, its mouth hung open showing off its sharp teeth it had claws to match raggedy and torn cloak shirt thing over its top half and dark red and orange striped pants that looked ashed covered and slightly burned. All and all the poor thing looked like a bloody mess she moved to her medicine cabinets pulling everything she could get her hand on out and putting it around the unconscious fairy thing.

Cleaning the wounds was easy with some Q-tips with warm water on them to clean off the blood and gently trying to see if there was anything like dirt inside the wounds was hard to see but her sewing kit magnifying glass came in handy there. Once that was done she put some Neosporin on the wounds. Then whispered cussed out the gauze as she struggled to cut it small enough to tie around the fairy but she managed to wrap the gauze around the fairy's belly and leg from the hawk's apparent attack, it was a little worrying at how limp the poor thing was but it was still breathing. After that she looked at its wings. The edges looked tattered but that could just be how they were there, however, the three cuts from the talons were clean lines through the wings. Digging around her medicines she found new skin liquid bandages and it was worth a shot the stuff was pretty much glue so she gently applied the new skin on the wing being careful to hold the two pieces together and not glue into the table and holding it for a few minutes till it dry and do it again to the other cut on his wings he only ever made a light hissing sound which made her jump out of her skin but he didn't wake. Once all his wounds were taken care of she made him a little bed out of a soft blanket and put the smallest ice pack out of her fridge she could find under it for the head wound. She left him on the table away from anything flammable besides the blanket he was on, since she doubted the bird just burst into flame the odd creature had to be the cause...

“What a good start to this week instead of unpacking and thinking about what little option you had left you bringing a weird creature into the house that you are pretty sure somehow set a bird on fire smart move” she mumbled to herself opening the windows hoping the thing would wake up and flee out the window, cleaning up the medicine putting it all back in the cabinet, she hoped it was something her mind's made up in her panic of the bad news, but as she glanced over and yep the Halloween themed fairy still there. She sat in the dining room, a spot where she could glance up and see the bundle of blankets and the tips of the fairy's wings. She pulled out her notebook mindlessly sketching and doodling as the time slowly moved forward unable to unpack worried shed wake the thing. The clock ticking seemed to tease her about how long she had left here, so she put on some music to drown out the ticking and temptation to toss the clock outside in the yard.

She was lost in her sketchbook and music not noticing the movement in the kitchen as the fairy woke up feeling something cool on the back of his head. It felt nice dulling the ache he could feel there. He felt weak, S-sunny? He called softly before he snapped back to reality with a gasp sitting up quickly only to hiss holding his aching side his head throbbing at the sudden movement where was he? He thought his eyes scanning what he could see, a familiar kitchen hearing quiet music and his hand he felt cloth not skin looking down he found a soft white cloth wrapped there and on his leg, his wing ached, and looking at them he saw cuts and some kind of shiny clear something on the cuts holding the torn wing parts together. What happened? He thinks back remembering the girl and then… a bird? Did he really lose to a stupid bird? He growled Looking over he saw the girl, it seemed she calmed down and was doing something with a book away from him he saw the open windows he slowly got up with a hiss holding his head feeling like his brain got scrambled he fluttered his wings and hissing at the ache it caused no flying yet he stumbles over to the edge of the counter and shouted at the human to come over here.

She almost jumps out of her skin and hears bells suddenly over her music she looks around before spotting the fairy thing standing with its hands over its mouth like it was shouting at her but she only hears bells, she gets up slowly, umm i i can't hear what you're saying you sound like windchimes she said coming over to the table slowly. Then she hears a voice that sounds male and growly “Hey kidnapper can I get some food!”

She chuckles out of all the things to say, well seems you are doing better she says walking past the island into the kitchen opening the fridge pulling out some strawberries and a piece of cooked chicken pulling off a small piece and getting a medicine cup filling it with water putting it all on a small saucer before putting it on the island for the fairy. Hopefully, you're okay with spice the chicken has some heat to it, she said watching the fairy confidently walk over the saucer and sit down to eat, watching her as she watched him. You look like you have been through hell, fairy? She said the last word as though it was a question he looked up at her nodding

Got a name? Or are you just going to eat my food after I bandage you up and leave without introducing yourself? She asked

“You first crybaby he growled” with his mouth full,

“Crybaby?... Where are you watching me?” She asked but he didn't answer her the petals on his head twitched a little which was odd she sighed not getting an answer from him she shook her head no. “I remember reading somewhere that it's a bad idea to give your name to a fairy first and I help you instead of letting that dying hawk kill you. I think it's the least you could do is tell me your name.”

“Eclipse” he growled glaring at her “Zoe” she all but purred happy to get a name for the odd little fairy.

Oh what happened to the “bad idea giving your name to a fairy?” eclipse chuckled standing up and dusting himself off after he finished his food.

“Well I know yours so I think it equals out right?” Zoe asked with a shrug

“I don't know, is it? I could have lied about my name” Eclipse chuckles with his Cheshire grin

“So could I.” Zoe said, almost bopping Eclipse's pointed nose but yanking her hand back when he tried to bite “Sorry, it's just your... Cute”

“Am not!” eclipse shouts little flames circle his balled fist as he huffs glaring at her, her eyes widen but not in fear like Eclipse thought they would but in amazement as she seems to looking him over again.

“So you are the reason the hawk was bbq?” she asked her hand coming closer but a sharp glare and a show of teeth got her to stop moving closer “sorry sorry,” she said leaning back so you are a fire fairy?

Eclipse or black sun fairy take your pick of a name eclipse huffed crossing his arms and glaring up at her

“You don't like humans do you?” Zoe asked

“What do you think?” he growled his wing fluttered and he hid a wince

“You're the one that called me over” she shrugged “If it makes you feel better I won't be here long, so don't start liking me little firecracker.” she giggled, patting the side of his face gently with a finger pulling back quickly before he could snap at her. She backs away from the table as he shouts about how he will kill her as he stoops his foot. Little sparks of fire flicker from his hands him “So angry that's not how you talk to people eclipse.” she said leaving the island and going back to her sketchbook on the dining table letting him throw a tantrum on the marble table where he couldn't light anything but the blanket on fire, and it seems as soon as she thought that she smells fire and see the blanket has a small flickering flame on its corner and the fairy grinning at her as she rushes over smoothing the small start of a fire with the rest of the blanket really? Really? You had to burn the blanket, not a ‘Please can you come back? No straight to arson with you? She asked, she didn't shout or freak out, just made sure the fire wasn't going to start again before looking at the fairy standing by the blanket looking confused.

“I didn't think about that” he huffed crossing his arms

“Course, so you got me to come over. What do you want, little fairy?” Zoe asked as she stood there, Eclipse huffed and grumbled kicking at the smooth marble table with his bare feet before looking up at her. Can you take me to the magic box that talks about wildlife? Eclipse asked

She stares at him for a moment thinking magic box magic box…., you mean a TV? She asked holding her hand out for Eclipse to jump onto, he stared at her seeming to be shocked that she would trust him not the burn her after he just lit the blanket of fire, he slowly climbed on and sat on her palm and she carefully took him over to the living room rested her hand on the coffee table for him to get off turned on the TV and found the Animal channel, “I would let you on the couch but I don't trust you not to burn it know that you have set that poor blanket on fire.”

“What? But I did that because you wouldn't come! I won't burn the couch” eclipse huffed

“No, you have not earned enough trust to be allowed on the coucaaaieh” she yelped as he bit her finger she as gently as she could dumped the fairy out of her hand and pulled her hand up but Eclipse stubbornly held on like a dog with a rope toy ok let gooooo! Zoe said her other hand coming up gently running her finger down his back making him let go and she quickly pulled her hands back away from the fairy leaving him stuck on the coffee table for the moment since his wing still hurt too much to fly. How do you think biting would change my mind? She asked shocked that he bit her not that it really hurt but he had bitten down hard enough to draw blood.

“Just die!” eclipse growled turning away from her to watch the TV but she noticed that his red cheek seemed to be an even darker color. Maybe he's embarrassed? There was a documentary about snow leopards, and the soothing voice of the narrator filled the awkward silence.

“Working on it, I still need to find a pretty urn first.” she huffed taking the paperwork that was beside the fairy before he could get any ideas. Did the petals around his head just move? She watched him slowly turn around

What? He asked looking back at her, what? She asked with a shrug her eyes scanning over the paperwork in her hands holding her index finger out to not get blood on the paper too lazy to go get a bandaid right now eclipse growled looking back at the TV

“Awww does the little fairy care about me?” she giggles knowing she was pushing his buttons she watched little flames flicker and die in his hand as he breathed deeply

“No, I don't like humans, remember? What are those papers for?” eclipse asked seeing some big words that he had no idea the meaning of on that paper as she flipped through the bundle

“This is either the nail in the coffin or a miracle, I just don't know if I want to fight anymore. I am tired of this long battle…” she said which just confused Eclipse more

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll spill my secrets as soon as you do.” at this eclipse turns back to the TV “nevermind” and they calmly watch the documentary about snow leopards in silence telling zoe leans closer to the table her finger gently rubbing the back of eclipse head your head ok? It seems like you hit in when you fell, you want an ice pack she asked as he froze up for a few seconds before he swiped his claws at her finger. Making her pull her hand away as he got up, moving away from her and telling her not to touch, she took it as progress since he didn't try to bite her this time, and she didn't feel a bump on his head so that was a good sign. As the TV switch to a show about sea turtles she noticed Eclipse's head bopping she giggled slowly getting up and walking back into the kitchen getting the slightly burned blanket and coming back without saying anything she just gently warping the blanket around him before laying back down on the couch looking at the tv like she didnt do anything as eclipse looked over at her before snuggling into the blanket. she watches him out of the corner of her eyes as he slowly nods off, she notices that his wings disappeared, must be a fairy magic thing she thought. Once she is sure he is asleep she sighs seeing how he is lying, and gently moves him to lay more comfortably lowering the volume on the tv she yawns and stretches heading to her bed leaving the fairy on the coffee table trusting him and the fire alarms to not let the house burn down.

Wake up to the birds chirp and not the blaring scream of the fire alarms was a good sign as Zoe got up and ready for the day almost hoping to walk into the living room and find it empty and the fairy just be a dream, but as she walks down the hallway she hears him mumbling in his sleep, as she got closer she saw him curl up a look of pain on his face as he mumbled she went to the kitchen not stupid enough to try and wake him by touching him, coming back with a wooden spoon in hand hearing him mumbled “moon, sunny” before she gently started talking to him and gently poked him with the wooden spoon and was glad it wasn't her fingers as he jumps up with some fire swirls around him as he growled his claw digging into the wooded handle as he started at her with red eyes if looks could kill ‘sorry i you seemed like you were having a nightmare’ she watched his huffed his eyes slowly changing color back to orange “a bad nightmare want to talk about it?”

“No”

“Cool breakfast?” she asked bringing her hand closer to him, surprised then both when he climbed on. her thumb gently rubbing his back as she walked she smiled feeling him lean closer for a moment almost relaxed then tensed up and leaned away with a growl she didn't acknowledge that anything that happened but stopped not wanting to push her luck. Just gently put him down and started cooking. Only to see Eclipse on his tip toes trying to see what she was doing. If you promise not to bite me or set me on fire you can sit on my shoulder while I cook eclipse. She said not turning to face him

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She almost thought he was going to walk away or try and fly down to the floor but then she heard the smallest sound of him saying ok. She was amazed by how warm he was as he sat on her shoulder, legs crossed, one hand holding her shoulder, the other a piece of her short hair, “you smell like a campfire.” she said as she finished cooking

“Is that a bad thing?” Eclipse asked she could hear the smile in his voice as she put him down and made their plate omelets seem like a good breakfast she thought as she gave Eclipse his share on a small saucer

“No, but the ashes and soot that you are tracking around is a problem so you need new clothes and a bath or should I start calling you a soot fairy? This earned a loud groaning complete with his tongue sticking out and head tilting back making Zoe giggle which in turn made Eclipse mad as he shouted about what was so funny. His claws failed to scratch the smooth marble island

She giggled oh nothing just eat before your omelet gets cold she said with a smile the paperwork from last night sitting in an envelope signed and ready to be mailed she was giving this last change a shot because the sign she asked for seemed to appear right when she needed him even if he was a feral little thing…

(Bonus/the stupid idea that popped into my head that made my dyslexic brain spiral down into making a whole character and background story of how Eclipses met her. This is after eclipse and Zoe have been ‘friends’ for a little while and something happens that makes his brothers and the gardener meet Zoe because of course eclipse knows where his older brothers are and has been keeping track of them. I hope I got eclipse personality right and you had fun reading and it's not a bunch of gibberish lol)

Around the table is tarped up, and there is a garden hose running from one of the windows to the table. The Gardner shakingly holding the hose watching eclipses, Zoe sitting at the table looking relaxed with one of those metal flat cookie baking sheets in one hand and an oven glove with fingers on just in case a fight broke out, to hopefully lessen the burns and bite marks if she had to grab eclipse off one of his brothers, though moon had doubts this humans could move fast enough to stop any of them. They had decided to try and talk this all out with the human's help. Inside so no one could fly off or just attack and run as the house was close up and all of the fairies were standing at the table. Sunny had been the one to come up with the water hose idea worried about the house getting damaged. Eclipse moves away from Zoe about to start talking, already moving his arms around a little as he walks closer to the Moon, Sun, and Lunar. The Gardner panics squeezing the handle of the hose only to get sprayed in the face as Zoe had blocked the water with the baking sheet making the water go everywhere but the table her hand moves blocking Eclipse's path as she looks over at the Gardner that had fallen out of their chair in their panic and smacks then on the head with the pan “you want an early grave dumbass?”

“Language! It's not nice to hit people!” Sunny shouts from behind the moon

“It's not nice to try and spray people with water either, it was like they were trying to piss off Eclipse right off the bat.” Zoe huffed, rolling her eyes she barely tapped them. They were fine.

“Language!”

“Oh dammit, this is going to be harder than I thought.” Zoe huffed rubbing her head already feeling like she going to get a headache as the gardner picked themself up of the floor know wet and thoroughly embarrassed

“Language!”

“...dammit a bad word?” Zoe asked confused. angry sunny noises, eclipse cackling and the Gardner is stumbling through an apology.

#fairy au #dca fairy au #fairy eclipse #black sun fairy #fnaf eclipse #fanfic

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birdietrait · 5 months

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OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

with miss winifred conway herself <3 ty for tagging me @rottengurlz!!

ANIMAL: deer !!

COLORS: dark green, blush pink

MONTH: january or february

SONGS: i know the end - phoebe bridgers, forwards beckon rebound - adrianne lenker, blues run the game - jackson c. frank

NUMBER: 7 or 12

PLANTS: dried daisies and queen anne's lace

SMELLS: books, honey, earth

GEMSTONE: bayldonite

TIME OF DAY: 7am

SEASON: late winter / early spring

PLACES: deep in a forest, a bed tucked in a corner, a rocky creek

FOOD: bichon au citron

DRINKS: peach lemonade, green tea w lemon + honey

ELEMENT: earth

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: cancer (even though she's an aquarius)

SEASONINGS: saffron

SKY: golden hour, sunset

WEATHER: chilly + light rain

MAGICAL POWER: clairvoyance

WEAPONS: fingernails

SOCIAL MEDIA: .....pinterest

MAKEUP PRODUCT: brown mascara

CANDY: tootsie roll

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: walking + hitchhiking

ART STYLE: pointillism

FEAR: fear of the unknown, fear of drowning, fear of death

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: ceryneian hind

PIECE OF STATIONARY: crumpled paper from a sketchbook

THREE EMOJIS: 🦷🪡🍂💽🪟 (couldn’t pick just 3)

CELESTIAL BODY: the moon

#oc.winnie #tag game #ty again for tagging me!! this was a lot of fun <33 #btw anyone who wants to do this just say i tagged you !!!!!!

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jeizet · 11 months

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Pride month ships!!

During pride month I plan on drawing queer ships everyday! Here are the first seven!!

1st- Sora X Michael (A friend's OCs)

2nd- Ranpo X Poe (Bungou Stray dogs!)

3rd- Touya X Yukito (Sakura card captor)

4th- Tashiro X Niibashi (Sasaki to Miyano/Hirano to Kagiura)

5th- Ox X Joe (Green creek - Wolfsong)

6th- Florence X Soledad (My OCs)

7th- Thumeng X Mai (Reeds webcomic)

I will post new ships every week!

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creatingblackcharacters · 4 days

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I just wanted to say that your blog has been a GREAT resource! I have a Black character that I'm using in an ongoing fanfiction project, and while i haven't posted his arc *quite* yet, I know I'll be coming back her to double-check things and make use of the resources you've been so kind as to share.

Also since you seem to like seeing people's OCs, here he is! His name's Oliver.

Oh hey!!! I love Oliver's design! He reminds me of Omar/The Green Poncho from Craig of the Creek (goated character)

I like the style, too. Like how it's painted, it looks like it's on real parchment. How'd you do that, if you don't mind me asking? I'd love to try it! The fire is really cool too. Great job overall! I like it when people send in their drawings and tell me how they incorporated what they learned here- lets me know that I'm being heard. You seem to be doing very good so far!

#creatingblackcharacters

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 5 months

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The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Decisions

Chapter Six of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: You're starting to really hate being back in Pigeon Creek. You'd know it wouldn't be easy to get Jake to give you what you so desperately want. But you're not expecting a night filled with alcohol and old friends. Nor are you expecting Jake to be as frustrating as he is at this moment. There's a reason why they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions after all. Your intentions are good. But your decisions aren't.

Themes: angst, love, smut, attraction

Warnings: This is where my warning of cheating from way back when comes true.

Word Count: 3381

A/N: This is officially the chapter where this Sweet Home Alabama AU diverges from the canon events of Sweet Home Alabama. Anyone who remembers the movie will remember that Mel outs Bobby Ray during the scene in the bar. I hate that scene so I rewrote it to be something more like what Linley and Jake would fight over. Because it's not Bob.

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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You don’t even get the chance to order the drink you so desperately want before you’re folded into a tight embrace. You stiffen automatically before the scent of lilacs and hoppy beer fills your nose. It’s a scent you’d know anywhere and you relax into the only motherly embrace you’ve ever known. When you finally pull away, you’re smiling from ear to ear as you see Penny Benjamin before you.

“Batten down the hatches, boys! Trouble just walked straight back into my life disguised as my favorite daughter-in-law!” You have to laugh at her words, even as you hug her again.

“Hi, Penny. I’m not going to be your daughter-in-law for long, actually.” You waggle your left hand at her, smiling as she grabs your hand and whistles approvingly.

“Who’s the lucky guy, sugar?” You can’t read the sudden serious turn on her face with how fast it morphs back into Penny’s normally smiling countenance.

“His name’s Bradley. He’s in politics and I love him so much.”

“It’s good to see you, sugar, and not just cause you’re here for Jake.” She cups your face in her hands, dragging you in and kissing your forehead, before proclaiming to the bartender, “You give her whatever she wants, it’s all on me”, before turning back to you with beers in her hands and disappearing through the crowd.

You walk up to the bar, absently noting the girl with her head buried in a textbook next to you, and order a Grey Goose Martini. If your drinks are on Penny, then they’re damn well going to be good ones. It's as you're looking for Jake that you feel a hand on your bare arm. You turn in that direction, surprised to see that it’s the teenager who has her hand on you. Something about her is familiar. Her green eyes and upturned nose are just like someone else you know. You stare at her in shock, your brain working overtime because you should know who she is. It’s not until you’ve gotten your martini that you remember the sweetheart who this teenager used to be.

"Amelia? Amelia Benjamin is that you? You've grown up, kid!" You can barely recognize the lanky girl sitting on the stool in front of you. "And you're in a bar?!"

"Yeah, Linley. It's been seven years since you saw me. I'm not the same four-year-old who was the flower girl at your wedding." The anger in her voice is something you definitely weren’t expecting. Amelia used to look at you like you were one of her favorite people. There isn’t even a hint of affection in her gaze now.

"And, of course, I'm in the bar. Mom owns it. Or did you forget that the same way you forgot all of us? Dad's driving an eighteen-wheeler somewhere in Kansas, Mom's got the closing shift here, Jake's on a date, and Mom hasn't let me spend time with Mav since you ran out on Pigeon Creek. So where else am I supposed to get my homework done?"

You really don't have an answer to that. Her entire family is really on the premises.

"Anyways," God, you can hear every bit of sass in her tone. "You look great. Are you here to finally divorce my brother and run off into the sunset with your new boyfriend? Brady or Brandon or whoever, right?"

"It's Bradley, actually." You sip on your martini to hide your discomfort. You're getting called out on your decisions and life by an eleven-year-old!

"Huh, whatever. Mom tells me you're designing clothes now?" At your nod, she continues. "Did you design that top? I hope not, 'cause it looks like something you could buy at K-Mart."

You have actually designed and sewn the top you're wearing, and that comment cuts deep. You down the rest of the martini in one swig and ask for another, tuning out how Amelia seems intent on getting on your last nerve.

"Anyways, if you're looking for my brother, he and his date are over by the pool tables." You turn to go but are stopped by one more insistent tug on your arm. "If you do this, that's it. You will never be welcome in our family again. My brother's the best man in the world, and if you can't see that, it's your loss."

You know she's right that you're closing a door for the last time, but there's another one open for you. Bradley's waiting for you. You haven’t wanted another thing like Bradley since you were a new bride with a new life growing to the beat of your heart and Jake at the tips of your fingers. Those feelings don't stick around very long once you see the perky blonde hanging on Jake's every word. Instead, you're filled with something cloying that sticks jagged spikes in your chest, a bitter taste lying on your tongue that all the swigs of your martini can't wash away.

You can't help cataloging all of the ways this girl, because she is a girl, is different from you. She's young and giggly; the shirt she's wearing is tied under her breasts, paired with low-rise jeans and cowboy boots. The idiots you've known all of your life are drooling over her, but Jake, Jake just looks bored. Meanwhile, you know you couldn’t ever hope to be that naive, that innocent, not anymore. You plaster an easy smile on your face and make a beeline for the pool tables. The guys you’ve known your whole life are whispering the minute they see you, but you’re a woman on a mission. It’s high time Jake remembers what you can be like when you’re going after what you want. You let Bob wrap an arm around your shoulders and kiss your temple in hello before you stalk towards Jake, martini held limply in your hand.

“Hey, y’all! Mind if I join you?” You’re exuding Southern charm yet again. Jake ignores you, as expected, but the blonde, his sweet, innocent blonde date, just dimples at you.

“Hiya!” Even her voice is too sweet for words. “I’m Leigh-Anne! I don’t think I’ve seen you around the Hard Deck before.”

“C’mon darling,” Jake drapes himself over her before you can say a single word. “You don’t need to introduce yourself to her. She’s not anybody important.”

Looking at the smirk on his face, you decide tonight will be fun, no matter how much he thinks he will win.

“Naw, he’s right. I’m not anybody important.” It gives you a vindictive sense of joy to see how taken aback Jake looks. “Leigh-Anne, was it?” You stir your martini primly with the skewered olives and take a sip. “I’m his wife. He calls me a snotty, Yankee bitch, but he refuses to give me a divorce even though I’m engaged to be married to another man!”

Leigh-Anne, bless her heart, is immediately fawning over your left hand, and the glower on Jake’s face makes having her cloying perfume in your space worth it.

“Honey,” He’s got an insincere smile on his face as he tows Leigh-Anne close. “D’you want to go refresh our drinks?”

“Sure!” Bless her because she chirpily asks you what you want instead of realizing that Jake meant her drink and his own! You hide your snicker as she walks past you, but you can’t resist laughing in Jake’s face.

“Where the hell did you get her from, Jake?” He looks uncomfortable at your frank question. “What, have you blown through every other girl in Pigeon Creek, and she’s all that’s left?”

Before you can let loose at him, Bob’s tugging you under his arm and handing you a pool cue.

“Calm down, Lin. I know you want answers from him, but don’t go about getting ‘em like how Old Man Fowler’s bulldog used to go for his favorite bones.” You grumble under your breath but accept his words as he says, “You’re with me, New York. Let’s see if you still remember how to hustle.”

“That’s not something I’m likely to forget.” It’s true. You can’t count the number of times you and Natasha have hustled drinks out of guys in bars in New York.

But just like you haven’t forgotten how to play, neither has Jake. If anything, he’s even better than he was when you left. He looks so calm and collected, despite the crowd around the table. There’s just enough of a perimeter around the table for you and Jake to move about as you play. The alcohol’s been flowing all night, and if you don’t focus on the table, you can see two of everything floating in front of your eyes. You’re not sure where Leigh-Anne went, but you frankly don’t care. Good riddance. Maybe she can find another country hick to sink her claws into. But Jake’s yours, at least as long as it takes to get the divorce you’re so desperate for.

“Jake, c’mon! One more shot and you can win it! It’s just like our last football game in high school! One touch down, and we’re undefeated for the season!” It’s one of the guys from the football team, somebody who, as drunk as you are, you can’t remember the name of. “Hey Linley! Do you remember that game? It was a great one, wasn’t it?”

"Of course, I remember that game. Why, that was the night that your old buddy Jake, here, got me pregnant." Your tone must be far louder than you think because it goes silent around the pool table.

"What, you trying to go public with all this shit?" You remember a time, probably on or around the night, when your whole life changed when you would never have wanted to make Jake angry. Or hurt him. Or make him sad. But that was when you didn’t care about how you felt and hid everything to make Jake happy - because he was yours, and you were his. But you’re not that Linley anymore. She died when her baby did.

"It's not like everyone here doesn't know anyway." You shrug sloppily, having to catch yourself on your pool cue before you fall.

"And," Your voice is cruel as you spit the words out, "it's not like you weren't fucking every woman in sight even afterward, right? I mean, it figures that nobody in this town can keep secrets because you remember Missy? She worked reception at the Doctor’s office when I went in to see Dr. Grace about the baby. She let it all spill.”

You’ve been waiting seven years to tell Jake exactly how little an impact he’s had on your life. You knock back one of the shots of whiskey Bob carries by, blowing him a kiss.

“About how you used to go to the old barn up past the Peterson Farm and roll around in the hay.” You can see his face flush, red rising up his neck as your words hit the target, exactly how your dad told you he used to hit the enemy with the jets he flew when he was with the Navy. You turn, leaning towards one of Jake’s old teammates, someone who looks way too interested in what you’re saying. “Say Jake, did any of those other girls cotton on to how if you get really, really excited …”

But you don’t get to finish blurting the words out since there’s a hand covering your mouth. It takes you far too long to fight your way out of the grip holding you close, and you’re seeing red when you whirl around.

“Shut up.” It’s Jake, because of course it is, and he looks angry, sad, and lonely all at once.

“Why the hell should I, Seresin?” You pretend not to notice the pain in his eyes when you spit his last name out like you can’t stand to have it in your mouth.

“Because what happened is between you and me, not anybody else.” His eyes flash dangerously, and you want nothing more than to see him snap. But instead, he raises his voice and, oh so loudly, condescendingly says, “Now, now, darlin’, let the nice folks at the bar here have a good time. Ain’t nobody wants to hear your squeaky little voice when you’re having a snit.”

Now you know you must’ve entered an alternate universe. Jake was the only person who you’d told when a bunch of the girls at school used to pick on you about everything about you, from your hand-me-down cast-offs, things your dad got from Mrs. Floyd from Bob’s sisters while working as a mechanic for the family, to your unruly pigtail hair and the way your voice always got high pitched when Jake was around. Of course, you’d never told him why your voice sometimes got a little squeaky. You’ve never known what happened because you walked into school one day and those girls ignored you. And that was just fine by you. So the fact that Jake resorts to childish insults and taunts has you seeing red.

He is the only person who knows that those girls had told everyone how poor your family was when you were in school. Jake is the only person who knows how much it hurt when the guidance counselor dragged you out of class to find out if you were getting enough food to eat. That same guidance counselor had the gall to accuse your dad of being unable to take care of you. Which was false for anybody who knew Pete Mitchell to assume. He’d rather go hungry than see you go without something you needed.

You’re still seeing red when he walks away. You just know he’s got a smirk on his face and that there’s a toothpick in his mouth. As you list on your feet, you're not sure what possesses you, but you grab one of the pool balls and launch it at his head. It doesn't hit its mark because, well, your aim isn't all that great, to begin with, forget when mostly drunk, but it does thwack solidly into the back of his shoulder, the sound ringing in your ears.

When he turns around, you’re not surprised at all to see the rage on his face as he tugs a splintered toothpick out of his mouth.

“Now, now, darlin’. Watch what you do.” He’s got this superior look on his face like he knows exactly how and when to shut you up. And maybe he used to. But not anymore.

“Or what?” You don’t know why you’re taunting him, but there is something unspeakable bursting in your veins that you haven’t felt in years. Even Bob’s harsh whisper of, “Don’t do something you’ll regret in the morning, doll.” goes unheeded.

“Or, everyone will know exactly what you sounded like the night of that big football game you were so eager to lambast me over. Do you really want all of Pigeon Creek to know just how bad you were in bed?” Instead of deigning him with a response, you pluck Bob’s half-empty pint out of his hand, step forward, and launch the liquid right into Jake’s smug, smiling face. To add insult to injury, you hand him the empty pint glass before you flounce away.

Standing back up near the bar, you order shot after shot, intent on ignoring the whispering your rage-fueled retreat from the pool tables have sent up throughout the bar. The stinging burn of the liquor dripping down your throat is echoed by the stinging pain in your heart. How could Jake do that to you? Say those things to you? When you thought he knew you better than anyone else.

As you walk back towards the pool tables, everything swims in front of your eyes. Jake’s not wearing that sage green plaid shirt anymore. It’s hanging off of his belt loops, drying out from the beer bath you’d given it, and Leigh-Anne is hanging off of him again. It’s not a conscious decision that has you walking up to her and socking her right in her pretty little face. She goes down hard, and when she stands back up again, unsteadily, there are tears dripping from her pretty blue eyes and a bruise coming up around her eye.

You lunge at her again but meet solid skin. It’s Jake because, of course, it is, and seeing him defend Leigh-Anne makes the flames of your anger burn even hotter. You start screeching and yelling and clawing in earnest because you’re damned if you let someone else have him. Jake’s right in your face, yelling right back. But you’re crying yourself and babbling about how he never loved you, and honestly, it feels like all the thoughts are too much.

That’s when everything flips upside down. Your mind is spinning, your stomach roiling when you’re finally set back on your feet. Your eyes can barely comprehend what you’re seeing. But your heart has known what you’re seeing far longer than it has known what love is.

“Jake.” Your hands are alcohol dazed as they clutch at his arms as you regain your balance.

He’s livid, looming over you, with his hands grasping at air by his side.

“You know, sweetheart, I can forgive a lot of things. But the one thing I could never forgive is that you didn’t realize how much I loved you. How much I’ve always loved you. I never once strayed with another woman, not once I had you.” There’s something that looks a lot like pain in his green eyes.

“Bullshit.” You have to fight the bile crawling up your esophagus as you heave the word out.

“Missy was lying. She wanted to break us up.” His voice is so quiet that if it weren’t for how close he is to you, you’re sure you wouldn’t have heard him at all.

“We didn’t need Missy at all, Jake. All we needed was my stupid fucking body. And my stupid fucking smart mouth. That was enough. My world fell apart, and the one person who was supposed to be there suddenly couldn’t stand to see me around anymore. What was I supposed to think?”

“So you left.” You’ve never been able to read this particular emotion on his face.

“So I left.” Your voice is a soft whisper in the humid night air.

Your head is swimming, captivated by the fading scents of Jake’s cologne in the air, as well as the alcohol in your system.

“What would you have said if I told you back then how much what happened gutted me, too?” Why’s he dredging up all of this now? When you’re finally happy? When you’ve finally put aside the pain in your past? When you have finally fallen in love again? Why?

“It doesn’t matter, Seresin.” You push past him, trying to wrestle your bag from the secure grasp he’s got on it. “I’m going home.”

But you might as well be a kitten fighting against a tiger. Your weak tugs don’t budge the bag, no matter what you do.

"No. You are not driving when you're this drunk and killing yourself." Jake sounds fondly patient, like a parent with their toddler, and you kind of hate it. Even if, in your drunken state, you know it’s a bad idea, you give up on pulling on your bag and get right into his space.

Jake’s eyes glow in the low light like lamps. His lips are chapped yet glistening in the low light. All you can smell is Jake’s cologne and the scent of the laundry detergent he still uses, even after all these years. At one glance, everything around you seems to go silent. It feels like you’re the only two people in the world. You feel like that young girl again, the one who was in love, the one so sure she had the love that was supposed to conquer all. Your fingers are gentle as you trail the pads across his cheek.

Jake’s mouth parts like he’s going to say something, but before he does, you curl your hand around the back of his neck and smash your mouth to his. If Bradley’s kisses feel good, Jake’s kisses feel like getting struck by lightning.

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The Last Days of Summer VII (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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The later half of the humid, North Carolina evening was spent with Londyn, once again. Her parents were away on the mainland to visit her older brother, leaving her home alone. She hates when they go but refuses to leave the island if I can’t come with her.

Sometimes I wonder if she has some serious codependency issues, her blatant refusal to go anywhere if we aren’t attached at the hip worries me deeply.

However, I don’t think about it tonight, needing a distraction from the earlier events of today.

“It’s not that I can’t leave the island, I just don’t want to.” She refutes, flopping down dramatically onto the bed next to me. “I’d be bored and lonely and hanging out with old people all day. Plus, you’d miss me too much and would probably die without me.”

“That’s what phone calls are for.” I chuckle.

“But it’s not the same!” She whines, rolling over to lie on my back. “I need to be in a ten-mile radius of you or else my body starts slowly shutting down.”

“You are such a drama queen.”

The two of us go down to the kitchen to grab something to eat. The taller girl watches the popcorn in the microwave closely as I stare out the large windows behind the sink. Suddenly I hear sirens in the distance, and only a few moments later a bunch of police cars speed down the road.

I hum in curiosity, not thinking anything of the situation. That is until my friend says something that makes my heart drop.

“Oh my God!” Londyn says, stopping the microwave before rushing up to me. “Kelce just texted me. He said he found John B in his house!”

“What?” I say, standing so fast that the stool I was seated on almost topples over.

“Yeah, the police are on their way there right now.”

“John Booker Routledge? That John B?” She nods. “Shit.”

I rush out of the house, Londyn hot on my tail as I grab one of the bikes in her garage. She does the same, the two of us hauling ass to their location. I spot the red and blue lights of police cars in the distance after a few minutes, speeding up my pedaling as Londyn calls my name from behind me.

My thighs burn, legs wobbly as I jump off my bike and run to the crowd with it in tow. I watch as the police run out of the house, saying something about a creek as they speed off in their cars. The crowd of Kooks follow, and so do I.

I stop abruptly before I get too far, wondering where John B could have possibly gone with the entire town looking for him. I search every corner of my mind, nothing surfacing. I ignore the sound of Londyn calling my name as I rake my brain as fast as I can. That’s when I hear the sound of a bell, my ears perking up immediately.

The church.

John B took me there once when we were a few years younger. My brother doesn’t know this, and never will, but his dear friend was my first kiss. John B has an unreciprocated crush on me in middle school, right before I left for the kook academy. He took me into the woods one day, showing me the chapel when my brother was out with my dad working on something.

It was something neither of us could tell the rest of the Pogues. JJ would tease him to no end, Kie would go on and on about “Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” and my brother would definitely kill him and lock me away in a tower.

I start pedaling my bike again, steering it in the direction of the rundown building. I see the tip of the cross in the distance amongst the green of the trees and speed up as much as I can on the dirt floor of the woods. My legs burn with exhaustion and my heart tightens with anxiety. I throw my bike onto the ground when I get close enough, running towards the church.

I don’t even notice the footsteps behind me, the sound hidden by the soft dirt beneath our feet.

“Woah, princess.” I hear, a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and stop me from going any further. “What do you think you’re doing out here?”

“Let go of me, Rafe!” I fight against his hold, arms held tightly against my chest by his.

“Hm, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He tuts, leaning down to speak lowly into my ear. “I asked you what you’re doing out here.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Oh, me?” He feigns innocence. “I’m just being a good citizen and helping get a criminal off the streets.” I hear the smile he has on his face and I shiver.

“He’s not a criminal. He would never kill someone.” I say still pushing against his arms.

“Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you do?”

“He’s not a murderer!” Blood rushes to my ears, the sound similar to that of white noise.

“Well then, who killed Pertekin?” I don’t answer, chest heaving as he speaks into my ear.

“He’s innocent, Rafe.”

“This is why I don’t want you near those Pogues, princess.” He tuts and shakes his head in disapproval. “First they corrupted my baby sister, now they’ve brainwashed you too. We just can’t have that, can we?”

“Nobody has ‘brainwashed me.’ You sound like a crazy person.” He chuckles darkly into my ear, the sound giving me goosebumps.

“If John B didn’t kill Peterkin, then why is he running? Hm? Are you calling my father a liar?”

“Because there’s a bounty on his head!” I don’t answer his second question because he wouldn’t like what I have to say. “You guys are chasing him down like a wild animal! Of course he’s running.”

“Well maybe that’s what he is. A fucking animal that needs to be put down.”

“Rafe, let me go.” I say, tears welling in my eyes ready to spill over.

“I can’t do that.” He lifts his head away from my ear, motioning Kelce over to the two of us. “I need to make sure you’re safe and not getting into things you shouldn’t. It’s a dangerous place with killers on the loose.”

I start to smell smoke, the strong scent filling my nose causing my face to scrunch up in disgust. I look up in the direction of the church, watching as the wooden structure slowly lights up the dark woods. The building is slowly eaten away by fire, the orange-colored flames traveling up the base of the chapel.

“What did you do?” My voice is quiet, only loud enough for the boy next to my face to hear. He chuckles, grabbing my bicep firmly before dragging me toward the front of the church.

I hear the police pull up in the front of the old church, the mob close behind. My heart drops.

I fight against him but he doesn’t relent. I almost forget about my friend until I hear her voice speaking in a hushed tone, asking Kelce what’s going on. He tells her not to worry about it and she doesn’t push any further. The fire grows, the smoke thick in the air and flames flying out of the windows as they climb higher and higher.

“Behave yourself.” Rafe says when we reach the front, the gaggle of police and Figure 8 residents appearing before us. He lets go of my arm, opting for a firm arm around my waist.

“What are you kids doing out here?” Shoupe asks when he spots us, suspicion heavy in his tone.

“We found them walking through the woods, sir.” Rafe answers, his tone drenched in false worry. He looks down at me as he feigns a look of deep concern. “They had no idea there’s a murderer running around here. I would just hate myself if something terrible happened to them on our watch.”

“Okay, son.” Shoupe says nodding in understanding. “Hey, you’re Heyward’s girl, right?” The officer asks when he notices who I am.

“Yes sir.” I answer lowly.

“Your brother is friends with John B?” I nod. “You have any idea where he might be hiding?” Rafe digs his fingers into my side as a warning. I shake my head side to side.

“No sir.” I don’t look up at him, sight firmly set on my own shoes. “I don’t really know him very well.”

Shoupe stays silent for a moment and I can feel him watching me, his gaze heavy on my frame. I look up finally, our eyes catching each other. I give him my best doe-eyed frightened look, trying my best to make him less suspicious of me.

“Alright. Officer Leon!” He calls out, motioning a large black man over to us. “Will you take these young ladies home?” The officer nods, prompting Londyn and I towards a car a few yards away.

I turn my head to face Rafe as I walk away and lock eyes with him. He looks at me smugly, waving before turning back to the burning building. My neck throbs, the phantom feeling of his hand wrapped around it returning as I get into the backseat of the patrol car.

“Shit, boy, get in the house!” I hear my father say, swiping at the gas canister Pope held in his hands.

My brother showed up this morning on a bike, his loud arrival waking me out of my not so peaceful slumber. I stumbled outside after a couple minutes, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Heyward beat me to it, already outside having a confrontation with his son.

“I’m walking out of here with these damn cans and you’re not getting in my way.” Pope states standing chest to chest with our dad. His face is hard, set firm in his decision to defy the man before him.

“Oh, I’m getting in your way.” Dad says, stepping closer to the boy. “And one day, you might be able to whoop my ass, but it ain’t today.” He pushes him back and Pope stumbles, dropping the cans.

Pope shoves him back, much harder than our dad did. The man stumbles back a few feet as well. The two of them start getting physical, pushing at each other in an attempt to prove their dominance. I almost go back inside, letting them work out their issues alone, but watching Pope land a fist on Heyward’s face stops me in my tracks.

“Pope! Dad! What the hell?” I yell, trying to get their attention. They ignore my voice.

“Oh, yeah! It’s gonna take a little more than that.” My father says as he gets in Pope’s face again. “Try again.”

Pope raises his fist, breathing heavily as he gears up to punch him again. He hesitates.

“C’mon. You wanna hit your daddy?” Dad taunts, encouraging him to land another one. “Try it again. You wanna hit me?”

Pope drops his fists and backs away, leaning down to place the gas canisters in his hands once again. He looks up at our dad angrily before speaking.

“I don’t have time for this, I gotta help my friend.” He storms off, leaving my father to stand alone.

“Yeh, you just go ahead!” Heyward shots after him, following a bit behind. “Yeah, you take everything, son.”

Pope doesn’t look back, just keeps walking away without sparing my father a glance.

He turns his head towards me for a brief moment, catching my eyes as I look at him disappointedly. There are tears in his eyes that he tries to fight back, ready to spill over onto his dirty face.

“You’re an ungrateful son of a bitch, Pope.” Is the last thing my dad says to him, leaving the both of us in silence as we watch him walk away.

Pope’s back gets smaller and smaller as he retreats back to wherever he came from. My own face is emotionless, eyes dry of tears and body still.

A dangerously quiet rage fills my body as I stand outside with my father.

Angry with John B, angry with his friends. Angry at Pope for ditching his own family for days at a time like we mean nothing to him. Angry for making me have to console our mother when he vanishes without a word, trying to convince her that her son isn’t dead when I don’t even know myself. Angry with him for doing stupid shit that only lands him in trouble.

Angry with myself for still caring about what happens to him when he clearly doesn’t care himself.

“If your brother comes back here, don’t let him in.” My father instructs me as he walks into the shop. “He can sleep on the streets since he’d rather be there than home.”

My parents got a call later that night from the police informing them that they needed to pick up Pope. They almost had a heart attack, rushing out of the house before the officer could even hang up the phone.

I was in my bedroom when they returned, the sound of the door opening and shutting the only indication that they arrived.

I rushed into the living room to spot a wet, disheveled Pope in a bloody t-shirt, his face drenched in rain and tears. I look between the three of them in confusion, the atmosphere of the home suddenly filled with despair and sadness.

My dad walks up to me while our mom holds my brother in her arms tightly as he shakes with sobs.

“John B…didn’t make it.” He tells me sadly, his own face is tired and sad. I knit my eyebrows together, mind not allowing me to comprehend what I was just told.

“What do you mean he didn’t make it?” I ask, looking between my mom and dad once again. “Didn’t make it where?” My question is answered with a tense silence, dread filling my stomach as my heart drops to my feet. I swallow dryly, nodding my head as I walk back to my room.

Shutting the door quietly, I slide down the wooden frame, body racked with silent sobs of my own.

I hear Pope enter his own room a few minutes later, door shutting loudly with a thud. I listen to his pained screams and sobs through the wall, heart tightening at the sound.

I feel my brother’s grief in the air of the house, my parents speaking in hushed voices in the living room. I hear him destroying his room, throwing objects at the door and assaulting the walls with his body.

I am angry again. Angry for my brother. Angry for his friends. Angry for John B.

Eventually he stops, crying himself to sleep after being restless for hours. I didn't fall asleep that night, mind racing and stomach churning with grief.

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