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Grounds
May 30, 2004 17:52:21 GMT -5
Post by Scoleciphobic on May 30, 2004 17:52:21 GMT -5
He froze for a moment, and crossed his arms.
"Ok, shoot..." he muttered softly.
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:00:00 GMT -5
Post by Saraid on May 30, 2004 18:00:00 GMT -5
She looked at the ground.
"Well I think we need to understand each other better... I know I sound like a phsychiatrist but really. You should try to get to know dad and relize that when something happens to mom it is not automaticcaly his fault. You have to keep in mind that Mom left him and he has never done anything to hurt her when he was coherent."
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:03:01 GMT -5
Post by Scoleciphobic on May 30, 2004 18:03:01 GMT -5
He felt his muscles tense up and he forced himself not to growl. He did not want to talk about his 'father', nor have anything to do with him.
"If, but 'dad' you mean Emmit, I know that..." he shrugged. "If you mean to tell me that Emmit is my dad, you're wrong. Yeah, he fathered me. But that doesn't make him my dad. He's never acted like one to me. As far as I'm concerned in the family, dad's got one kid. One daughter. One perfect daughter. That's all..."
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:07:09 GMT -5
Post by Saraid on May 30, 2004 18:07:09 GMT -5
"That's the thing. Dad has three children. You cannot forget your other brother, but you always seem too. Remember his name? It's Revelin. But he always faded into the backround. Come to think of it he's just like you, always trying to get away. And don't go calling Dad Emmit. Dad did try, and if he didn't you never seemed to want to."
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:10:18 GMT -5
Post by Scoleciphobic on May 30, 2004 18:10:18 GMT -5
He glared at her, "I can call dad whatever I want, he never said I couldn't call him Emmit. That's his name. Sure I don't call mom, Rachael, but she actually acts like a mom to all of us.
As to Rev, he's a brat. Not as much as the kid of Emmit's with that sleeper, but he still is one. Rev tries to act like me because I get away with it. He drives me nuts.
Emmit never tried! Mom yelled at him, still does when she thinks we aren't there, about it. He doesn't care."
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:18:29 GMT -5
Post by Saraid on May 30, 2004 18:18:29 GMT -5
"I don't want to disscuss Hannah. But if we ARE going to disscuss Hannah let's talk about Sam. He's not exactly legitamate either. Rev tries to act like you because he looks up to you. He wants to be exactly like you because he idolizes you. You just don't see that."
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:21:11 GMT -5
Post by Scoleciphobic on May 30, 2004 18:21:11 GMT -5
"Yeah I know Sam isn't legitimate. But Draco bloody raped mom, unlike...dad...who did it with..." he paused long enough, not wanting to say the name. "Why the hell would he want to look up to me? Dad doesn't give a s.hit in bloody hell if I kill myself or not. But anyway...whatever...doesn't matter. Can we not talk about dad? I'm tired of it..."
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:31:06 GMT -5
Post by Saraid on May 30, 2004 18:31:06 GMT -5
"How can you say that dad does not give a shi.t? Dad always tried he still is, but you just don't get it. You don't try it either."
She sighed.
"Revelin wants to be you because your his older brother, and that's probably the only reason why. But he does want to be like you."
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:34:28 GMT -5
Post by Scoleciphobic on May 30, 2004 18:34:28 GMT -5
He felt as if his head was going to explode. Why had he come out here again? He shoved his hands in his pockets and relaxed. Oh yeah...
"Just...forget it, later..."
He turned and headed towards the forest.
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:37:46 GMT -5
Post by Saraid on May 30, 2004 18:37:46 GMT -5
"No! I'm not letting you out of my sight so you can hurt yourself again."
She followed after him.
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:43:47 GMT -5
Post by Scoleciphobic on May 30, 2004 18:43:47 GMT -5
"Then you can watch me 'hurt myself' in front of you for all I care," he muttered, still moving.
Entering the trees, he went to sit under an old cedar. Taking the Swiss Army knife from his pocket, he flipped up the blade and pushed back his sleeve. Lying the blade against his skin, he pushed down and then pulled it up towards his elbow.
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:52:41 GMT -5
Post by Saraid on May 30, 2004 18:52:41 GMT -5
She followed him. She came up just as he pressed in. All the color drained from her face.
"Kegan, give that to me."
She reached and grabbed the handle.
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:54:43 GMT -5
Post by Scoleciphobic on May 30, 2004 18:54:43 GMT -5
He ripped the knife away from her, not lifting the blade from his skin. The cut became deeper, and blood became to flow more smoothly. He smiled sardonically and put the bloody knife away.
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 18:59:15 GMT -5
Post by Saraid on May 30, 2004 18:59:15 GMT -5
She grabbed his arm. "Kegan, you can't do this. You have to stop, you have to fix this cut too."
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Grounds
May 30, 2004 19:02:23 GMT -5
Post by Scoleciphobic on May 30, 2004 19:02:23 GMT -5
He pulled his arm away, too. "Why should I? Mom and dad don't care. Don't go all 'They would if they knew!' because you know what? They do know. Rev tried to copy me, and they caught him. Dad knew it wasn't you, Mom knew it wasn't you...who else would that leave?" he paused, pulling out the dagger with the hilt in the shape of a jackel. "The older son who's father doesn't want him!" He shoved the dagger's blade deep into his arm, the point almost coming out on the other side.
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