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Post by Milk on Jul 2, 2009 1:41:50 GMT -5
"Maybe," she agreed, probably even less traveled than he was. She smiled. "Okay...So we need two more boy names and two more girl names..." She said, humming in thought. "What about Cassie?" she asked.
"He came back to life and is eating Colby's brains," she muttered sarcastically. "Hayven. Is. Back. You need to come ho- back here," she said, almost saying home- like she was waiting there for him. "He misses you." She knew this would be true.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 2, 2009 1:52:33 GMT -5
"I like that one", he said, his brows creasing together in concentration as he attempted to come up with more names, "Hey, do you like Nathaniel, or maybe Samantha." he offered, not really comming up with much.
Damon oddly felt releived as Stephen responded sarcasticaaly to his questioning. "Alright..." he said, wondering how awkward it would be to be back after what he'd done- but mostly wandering if Stephen would ever look him in the eyes again. He hated that he'd done what he'd done to her- and that he couldn't remember a god damn second of it. "I'll be back by nightfall..." Damon said, his voice still hoase and cracky. He knew he looked like hell, and that his hair was a mess from pulling it so much and his eyes were puffy and bulging from both lack of sleep and crying and his clothes were dissaranged from the unorganized heap he'd piled himself into in the car, but he didn't give a rats ass. If Hayven was alive, which he still doubted, he needed to see him.
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Post by Milk on Jul 2, 2009 1:56:56 GMT -5
"I like both of those," she said, smiling. "We only need one more boy name..." She hummed, thinking deeply. She hummed for awhile before shrugging. "You pick another boy name." Colby kissed his cheek.
Stephen mumbled something to the equivalent of 'okay' in response to when he'd be back and then laid back and hung up. She curled up on her side and pulled the cat closer to her, closing her eyes tiredly. She was on the verge of crying again. "AngelCakes" woke up and moved away to go explore, hopping off the bed and sniffing around. She noted the blood and sex and mewled softly. Wow. She got hurt.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 2, 2009 10:30:09 GMT -5
"Oh, the torture." Hayven joked, putting his hand to his head to add to the dramatics. "Lets se...hm....How about Carl or Race.....hey, do you think they'll inherit my superspeed! Becuse then Race would totally be a fitting name!" he said, perking up and then realizing the downside to that. "But that'll make them a hell of a lot harder to catch." Hayven commented, imagining three little children racing around at the speed of light. "I'm guessing I'm definately going to have to be the one to round em' up." he laughed, looking over at Colby.
Damon was silent as he drove back to Victor mansion, trying to figuren out how or what he would do when he got there. He'd done something unforgivable- how could he ask anyone to forgive him. He hadn't just done an evil act- he was evil, and had always been.....Pulling up in front of the mansion, Damon just stared at he front doors a solid five minutes before pushing them open and heading up the stairs. He decided he'd check to see if his brother was really alive, or if this was Stephen's way of getting her revenge. It wasn't hard to guess where he would be- walking over to Colby's door, Damon knocked a few times before saying, "Hey, it's Damon."
"Who was that?" Chase asked, glancing over at Stephen. From the look on her face, he could already guess who it was. "Damon, right? Why'd you ask him to come back?" he asked, knowing from experience most rape vicitms tried to seperate themselves from their aggressors instead of reunite with them.
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Post by Milk on Jul 2, 2009 10:43:59 GMT -5
Colby crinkled. "Carl's an old name, no offense," she said. "Race is okay though. And it'd fit a speedy child as well. Colby looked up as Damon knocked on her door. She said, "Come in," with a very wide grin at the idea of Damon seeing his brother again.
"He needs to see his brother," she mumbled, hugging herself. "I don't intend on seeing him." Stephen didn't want to be cruel to Damon by telling him to stay away while his brother was here- Maybe his brother could help in the situation. She hid her face in a pillow and her body shook. She was sobbing.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 2, 2009 11:43:31 GMT -5
Hearing his brother's voice on the other side of the door, Hayven bolted upright and tackled his brother into a hug as the door swung open. Damon was momentarily disoriented by the light-fast tackle, quickly comming to his senses and realizing what had happened as his vision was blocked by a sea of sandy-blonde hair. "Hayven, little brother....your alive. How?" Damon asked, grabbing his brothers face in his hands and examining his brother for bullet wounds. "Not exactly sure...but god, you look like hell." Hayven said, the both of them laughing. "I thought I was the one that died." In his usual noncholant voice, Hayven said, "So, a little birdy told me you got into some trouble while I was gone." Damon flushed, looking down in both shame and embarrasment. Hayven clapped his bother on the shoulder, waiting till he looked back up at him to continue. "Now, we both no I'm definately no saint either. I got into a lot of trouble before I found a reason not to." he said, looking back at Colby. "Damon, everyone makes mistakes. This was just a realllllly big one. " "Hayven, I.....I'm sorry. I don't even remember it. I was soo drunk...." Damon muttered, hating himself for what he'd done. "I know, brother. It's hard times all around. But your still my brother, and you'll always be my bro no matter how bad you fuck up. Now, I don't want you bailing on us again. Colby and I need you for our wedding, I need a best man." Hayven reminded him, a silly grin on his face at the mention of their wedding. "Anyways, what you need to do is make things right with Stephen. Do whatever you gota do, but we need you here." he said, Damon nodding in response. "Yeah...I know...." Damon said, glad it seemed that at least Hayven was healthy and alive and glad to see him. "I should...go talk to her now....." Damon said, glancing over a few doors down at Stephen's room. "Play it smooth." Hayven said, grinning at his brother as he wished him good luck and closed the door. "We'll, I guess that's one less phone call I'll have to make. Love, do you think we should get started with the wedding invitations? Who do you want to invite?" he asked, thinking they should probably get started planning the wedding if they were going to have it in less than 2 weeks.
Slowly walking down the hall, Damon took a deep breath before knocking on Stephen's door. Chase answered, smiling weakly at his friend as he looked back at his patient. "Damon...what are you doing here?" Chase asked, glad to see his friend again, but thinking he needed to do a lot of repenting as well as stay away from Stephen until she fully recovered from the incident. "You know what I'm doing here.." Damon said, glancing past Chase at Stephen who was sobbing into a pillow on her bed. "I just....I need to see her again. I need to talk to her, and apologize." he said, his voice cracking as if on the verge of tears. Chase cursed to himself before shaking his head. "You'll only see her if she wants to. I'm sorry, Damon, but as her doctor I have to look out for her well being...here, let me talk to her first. " Chase closed the door, making Damon wait outside as he turned to Stephen and said, "You've got a visitor. It's Damon. Do you want to see him ot not, because if you don't, I'll send him away." Chase asured her, wanting her to feel as safe as possible.
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Post by Milk on Jul 2, 2009 11:53:26 GMT -5
"Um...." Colby bit down on her lower lip in thought. "I wish Caryssa and Aynon were back...But other than them, I'm good with everyone here. I don't exactly have many people I was close to or anything."
Stephen heard them talking and shrunk more into the pillow, wishing the pillow would just eat her up. She glanced up when the door shut and then to Chase who was asking her a question. She thought about it for a few moments, really not wanting to see Damon again, but some strange part of her wanted him to present his piece. "Okay. Let him in," she said and pulled the pillow in front of her, holding it to herself. She looked smaller and fragile- like a child in the hospital.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 2, 2009 12:34:07 GMT -5
"What about your parents?" Hayven asked, wondering if she'd wanted to invite them. "Don't you want to invite them?" Hayven asked, wondering if she'd had as bad of luck as he had with parents.
Chase hesitated for a minute before opening the door and letting Damon in. Closing it as he let his friend in, he stood in betwen the two, leaning against the wall just incase things got a little crazy.
Damon swallowed as he looked up at Stephen, a sharp pain peircing his chest as he saw the marks on her arm and her face that he'd put there. Damon stayed a good distance away from her, not wanting to scare her even more than she already was. He really didn't want Chase listening in on all this, but he figured it was the only way he could talk to Stephen since she probably didn't want to be left alone with him. "Stephen....I...god, I'm so sorry. I never meant to-...I never wanted anything more than to protect you and keep you safe. I'm not asking for your forgiveness, nor do I deserve it. I....I just need to explain to you why I-" Damon tooka depp breath, forcing himself to continue, "Why I'm evil. Its- its like poision- like a sickness or disease. I wasn't always this way- but once it found its way in, it just spread until it took over. I'm not....I'm not right. My father, he- he was a petophile. It wasn't so bad at first, all he made me do was watch...but, eventually, he'd make me hold them down, and then he'd make me....penetrate them. I didn't want to- god, I didn't want to. But he threatened to hurt my sister and mother if I didn't. Then-" Damon grinded his teeth together, the memories sending hot tears down his face. "Then he made me watch as he held down my sister, and he'd sometimes make me hold her down, threatening to kill the both of us if he didn't. Eventually...eventually he made me rape her- my sister. I didn't want anyone to die, Stephen. I didn't want him to kill my twin or my mother or my sister, so I did it. I raped her, and she got pregnant. And you know what that sonuvabitch did, he killed my sister and her baby." Damon spat, cursing to himself. "That same night, I killed my father. I didn't even feel bad for it. I shot the bastard in the head, and watched him bleed out. My mother, even after all he'd done, she still loved him. She ran over to his dead body, kneeling down beside it, and wept her eyes out. She yelled at me to get out, that I was the reason my father had been this way. Then she came at me with a butcher knife. I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill her, but my twin could. He shot her right as she came upon me, and that was the end of it. I've never forgotten their faces, Stephen. Not any of the girls my father raped, not my sister, not my mother, and not my twin." A dead, desolate look flashed across his face as a small smile krept onto his lips. "And you know why, because evil never dies. That's what my mother said to me as she looked up at me, bleeding to death." Chase shivered, chills going up and down his body. God, he knew the guy had problems, but Jesus Christ, he needed to be locked up and treated in a psychiatric ward. "You know, thats why I never liked girls, at least not sexually. Cause' of my father , and what he made me do to them. Besides you, I used to like this one girl back in 5th grade, her name was Melanie. Well, Mel came over to my house one day, just so the two of us could hang out. My father, he thought I'd brought him another toy to play with- he tied her down, made m undress her and sodomize her with one of those rollers- you know, the ones that you use to roll our cookie dough. Anyways, after that, he made me watch as he raped her too, except that's not what I remember about it. See, what I remember about it is the look in her eyes- she didn't look at my father, like most of the girls he raped. She looked at me, and her eyes stayed on me the whole time....she didn't even cry, she didn't scream or call out for help. A week later she killed herself, didn't leave a note or anything.." he said, looking away again. "But ,you see, my twin, he was never this way. He was good and moral , and right in the head, even after all of this. Something went wrong with me, some malfunctioning in the circuits or something, because I never got over any of that shit. It haunted me every night, and it still does. " he shook his head, forcing himself to focus. "Anyways, thats why I'm this way. And its my fauly cause' I couldn't move past it, I let the evil win and that's that. So, I was trying to figure out how I could make things right with you, and I only came up with one anser.." Taking something out of his pocket, Damon kneeled down and slid a Razor sharp dagger in her direction. "I brutalized you and physically took from you what I wanted- now its your turn. " Sliding off his shirt, he threw it to the side, ready to repent for what he'd done to her. "Take your anger and your pain out on me. Make things even. You can do and use whatever you want." This was the only way he could possibly fathon to make things even, the only act that would restore the balance and allow them both to live under the same roof again. Chase blinked, not believing what as taking place in front of him. God, this wasn't right- none of it. Not what Damon had done to Stephen, not Hayven's supposed death, and not what had been done to Damon. All the years he'd lived with the family and been close to Damon's twin, neither of the brothers had mentioned anything about their pasts. Now he knew why.
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Post by Milk on Jul 2, 2009 13:32:42 GMT -5
Colby shook her head. "I don't want 'em there. They can die for all I care," she muttered and sighed. She had to explain. "Ma's a prostitute, dad's a pedophile. I hate them." She didn't say much more after that- she'd let him ask questions.
Stephen listened silently, and was shocked to hear about his disturbing past. She hugged the pillow even tighter as he told her about his father, the rapes, his sister. She had an urge to reach out and comfort him, but she held onto the pillow to avoid doing that. Her stomach churned as she got sickened from what his father had done to Damon, and how his past had caused Damon to do unto her as he'd done on to others. The part about Melanie made her tense up and she turned a shade of green. She was crying too now- for him, because of him, about things he'd done. She was shaking and crying even worse by the time he handed her the dagger. She let out a sharp noise and moved away from it. "You think I can hurt you after what you've done?" she asked, voice shaky. "I don't want to hurt you. Damon, I'm so sorry...I know you want to make...make it up to me...but I can't hurt you...I just can't." She swallowed and paused for a long moment- gagging. She set the pillow down and turned away, facing the bathroom now. She was ready to sprint in there and vomit- she felt sick. "I'm sorry. I can't." She was shaking so hard again, looking like a ghost once more. "Excuse me," she murmured and went into the bathroom, shut the door behind her, and threw up. I can't hurt him. Why can't I hurt him?
Kat, who had heard the whole thing from under the bed bolted out and did it for Stephen. She clawed him a few good ones and hissed. Jesus Christ on crutches! What home did I just get welcomed into? I'm going to have to sneak around extra good now! Chirst, you seriously fucking damaged the skinny bitch! she yelled, but it came out as a hiss and one last scratch, before she bolted to the bathroom and rubbed against the bathroom door, wanting inside to at least try to sooth her. I'm going to clean your room up later...I can still smell the sex in here...
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 2, 2009 13:48:46 GMT -5
Hayven flinched at hearing that her dad had been a petophil. "Colby, your dad never...did anything to you, did he?" Hayven asked, pulling her towards him in an embrace and stroking her hair soothingly.
Damon stood there, dumbfounded by her response. This was definately not going the way he had planned. He knew though, that if the anger wasn't there now, it would come eventually. Anger always followed sadness- he knew first hand. Leaving the dagger on her dresser, he turned to leave, pausing at the door. "Tell her I'll be in my room when she's ready to take me up on my offer." Damon said, looking over at Chase. Chase's face was grim as he took in what had all happened. "Damon, as your friend, I'm asking you to get some professional help. Go see someone, maybe they can help you work through your problems." Damon laughed, shaking his head. "I don't have problems, Chase. I am the problem." He was silent for a second before he added, "You two- you'd be good for eachother. I see the way you look at her, don't deny it. " Chase flushed but said nothing in response. "She deserves someone like you- someone stable, who can help her through all the shit she's struggling with..." Damon bit down on his tongue, not able to go on. He didn't want Stephen to be with another man, let alone a friend of his...but he wanted her to be happy and healthy, and Chase would help her with both of those. Leaving the room, Damon shut the door behind him as he headed down the hallwayn back to his room. Going over to the bathroom door, Chase knocked lightly. "Stephen? Are you alright?" he asked, worried about the girl and all she'd been through. Besides, she had just eaten and he had wanted her to keep the food inside of her instead of puking it out.
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Post by Milk on Jul 2, 2009 13:59:15 GMT -5
"Of course he did, he's a child molesting freak," she said, kissing his cheek. "But I'm okay. He only did it once, and then mom didn't leave me alone with him. That's one good thing she did." Colby muttered. "Course, she left me with her prostitute friends."
Stephen washed her face after a moment, still to shaken to answer. She washed her mouth out a few times and wished the tears would stop. She let out a snort. "Am I alright, indeed," she muttered to the mirror. She glared at her reflection before moving away and opening the door, wiping her eyes. SHe knelt down and picked up Kat, murmuring to her, and then apologizing. Stephen put cat under the running sink water and started to bath her. Kat made a angered noise and tried to get away, but Stephen bathed her until she was clean enough, and then let the cat sprint away. She moved out of the bathroom and went to the bed, sitting down. She glanced at the dagger for a moment, then looked at it fully and picked it up. She put it under the bed, not wanting to look at it, and then laid down under the covers on her side, curled up in a tiny ball again.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 2, 2009 14:07:06 GMT -5
Hayven hugged her to him even tighter as if holding her in his arms could ward off all those painful memories. "Oh, love, I'm so sorry. I'm sure we'll both be much better parents to our children than both of our parents were to us." he said, one of his hands comming to rest on her stomach.
"Stephen..." Chase said, the compassion in his voice reaching out to her as he sat down on the edge of her bed. "Try and talk to me about how your feeling..." Chase prodded, looking over at her with a sad look on his face. He couldn't seem to mesh the two people together- the person that had done this to Stephen and the boy he'd grown up with.
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Post by Milk on Jul 2, 2009 14:28:20 GMT -5
"What happened to your folks?" she asked, unable to remember at the moment. "I"m sure you've told me, but I can't recall it..." Colby nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we'll be stupendous."
She shook her head, trying to wipe her eyes. Stephen pulled the pillow closer to her from under the sheets. "I feel hurt...and sick...and ugly..." she finally mumbled, deciding to comply. "I really want to hurt him back, but I can't...and I don't understand why..."
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 2, 2009 14:37:04 GMT -5
Laughing, he grinned at her eloquent use of words. "I like that word, stupendous. We definately are going to have to pass that one on to our children." Answering her initial question, he said, "Well, my mom left me out in the middle of nowhere somewhere in the country on a dirt road when I was seven so she could be with her boyfriend, and I never knew my father. My mother, who I reffer to as the woman who raised me and my brothers, died a few years back so I'm not inviting any parents either. Sheeze. At this rate, we'll be the only parents there." he joked.
Chase sighed, looking down at her. "Stephen....sometimes emotions don't always make sense, or follow the rules of logic. You cared for somebody who hurt you and now you feel betrayed and confused. Thats a normal reaction to your situation." Chase paused for a minute, a weird look crossing his face before he asked, "Did you love him?"
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Post by Milk on Jul 2, 2009 14:39:42 GMT -5
"Not unless Damon and Stephen ever make up- she has that smell to her, did you notice?" The pregnant smell. "And yeah, we''ll be the only ones and I hate the woman who birthed you- though I'm glad she did birth you." She kissed him. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here."
Stephen sobbed and clutched the pillow even tighter. "I don't know...It was too soon for me to tell..." she sobbed out. "I really liked him though. And I trusted him...He was supposed to protect me..."
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