| Tuesday |
23rd September 2007 | 12:24am |
Who: Carolyn & Silas Where: Her room, staff common room When: Late at night
She tapped her responses out to Silas, flustered that Jasper wouldnt' talk to her now. She just had to drink, didn't she? Just had to get that out, all and everything that he didn't know. She needed to show him, show him everything that his father wasn't. The man who wasn't there when he should have been, who sold his family's broken wings when they fell from the sky. If she hadn't been at the school, she would have screamed from the highest point of a building, in the rain, typically some melodramatic exit that forced her will to stepp off the side of a building and forget that she had ever lived such a rotten life. A life where her own children didn't believe her and her husband sold her respect when he sold the family for slavery. It was his lesson she would never forget.
And yet now she couldn't even save her son from his solitude, his seclusion. She wanted their lives back. The first glass had only meant to be a meager form of relaxation, to let go of work that she consistantly opressed herself in - submitting to the void it filled. One glass became two, then three. Suddenly, the bottle was finished. The stupid bottle was finished and she was as alive and sober as the night was clear. Stumbling away from the computer, she threw open the window to the cool air, taking a deep breath. She swallowed her fear, pushed aside her pride and lied to herself that Jasper would want to talk to her, would believe her. Micah did, sort of. But he was bound by the youngest, burdened by the youngest who looked every bit like his father. He knew that too. So did micah. So did she. Wasn't that why she was angry in the first place? He denied her, dismissed her like his own father would have, and she went back to the computer to find his goodbye. A piss poor reminder of the family they once were.
Down to the bottom of the bottle, she threw it against the wall in frustration, falling in a mess of tears and a forgotten family. If she ever saw her husband again, she would make it his mistake for living, for surviving. For even, oh and she couldn't remember what she was doing. What she was going to do, except a glance at the screen made her realize that Silas was coming. He cared. He wanted to be around her, but she was a mess. Hastily, she brushed her hair, changed into a sexy little outfit and fetched another bottle. Two glasses were put out, though she was neglectful of setting one upright properly. It rolled off the table before she could catch it and fell to the floor, breaking into a few pieces. Frustrated, Carolyn set the bottle down hard, and it broke, cutting the palm of her hand.
"Shit," she cried out, shoving it onto the floor like it was the bottle's fault and not her own. A fine mess she was, and was making. Just to make sure he didn't notice, she threw a cloth over the palce where the glass and bottle fell, leaving the room to go and see if he was at the staff door. It was late, and she didn't see anyone as she sauntered down the hallway. A couple of times, she ran into the wall, paused, and closed her eyes to level out the spinning that made her giddy yet blurred all her senses. A fine mess she was in. Her son hated her, and tears welled in her eyes by the time she got to the door. It took a moment for her to collect herself before the door was opened, and Carolyn leaned against the door frame. Barefoot, she gave him a sexy smile. "Hey sailor..."
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