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Post by Amy Wilson on May 5, 2009 15:40:35 GMT -6
Devon slipped his arm around her waist and Amy responded by slipping her own around his. The tension was palpable and Amy was glad that she had the comfort of the physical contact with Devon. She hoped that having Rave in the room would be enough for both Devon and herself to stave off any repeat of what Rave had interrupted.
"I think our omelets are still warm, if you're still hungry....And I'd like to formally introduce you two. Rave Hamilton, Amy Wilson. Amy, Rave. Play nice....You're the two most important people in my life right now."
Amy wasn't sure that she was hungry any more. There was a tight knot in her stomach, tension not hunger. It was becoming more apparent that she should have called first. Ariving on the doorstep with her suitcase and in need of a shower had added a level of complication to the situation that appeared to be, particularly in light of what Devon had confessed, already very complicated.
"Hi... nice to see you in yoah own clothes an' no' my robe.."
That didn't help and Amy winced.
"I'm sorry." Amy replied, "About the robe, that is. And Hi."
Rave didn't seem impressed with her and Amy sighed softly, mainly in frustration at herself. She was older, a teacher, she knew she should have known better.
"Perhaps I should find a hotel." Amy offered quietly to Devon, "Meet up again on neutral territory."
It would give her a chance to sort through what Devon had told her and perhaps a bit of time to work out how she was going to earn enough to live. Staying with Nora at least in the short term was looking like her only option.
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Post by Devon Eckes on May 5, 2009 15:57:02 GMT -6
"Yoah supposed to stay away from anythin' tha' has to do with sex, Devon..everything. How the bloody 'ell are yoah supposed to do tha' with her in yoah home?! ... How long did it take fo' yoah befo' yoah go' it up huh? 5 seconds? minutes?...You've practically been preachin' to me abou' tha'... an' now I find you like this? Yoah fingahs up a gals cunt?...... scuse me.. the gal."
"I don't have time for your jealousy, all right? It's not like I planned you to show up, or have my fingers anywhere, unlike you fucking in my doorway, which was not helpful, by the way." Devon snapped in a whisper back and then sighed. "I don't want to fight...and I do need to call my sponsor, but..."
Amy came out and he tried to start over. He saw from the way Rave paused that at least a little of what he'd hoped might be possiable. That once he got over his hurt maybe they could start over?
Amy must have a little bit of the same way.
"Perhaps I should find a hotel." Amy offered quietly to Devon, "Meet up again on neutral territory."
Devon nodded. "I'll go with you, I need to make a phone call anyway. Explain some things to you. One of the reasons Rave is mad at me is," Devon glanced over at Rave's back, feeling awkward about talking about him in front of him like this. "Is because I'm not supposed to be doing anything...with anyone...not even myself... as a part of my treatment. And it's not that it's you, it's that it's anybody."
He almost added that Rave cared about him and wanted to get better. But that wasn't the whole truth, and, after the kiss, maybe not even a part of the truth.
"Let's get you packed and I'll change." He said to Amy, "I'll clean this up when I get back." He said to Rave.
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Post by Aiden "Rave" Hamilton on May 5, 2009 16:44:32 GMT -6
"mph..."
Was the only thing Rave replied to Amy's remark about being sorry for his robe but nothing else. She should at least be sorry for seducing Devon the first thing she did after she took a shower which clearly showed with the wet hair if you didn't count the fact she'd used his robe to begin with.
"Perhaps yoah should..."
Rave remarked on her quiet question to Devon. He had anger issues, not lack of hearing. He stirred the pasta a bit with a fork just before he went back to stirring the casserole but it didn't take long before he turned around again. His normally storm blue eyes were almost black and piercing with their alert look when they looked right into Devon's eyes again.
"Jealous? Devon... we agreed on helpin' eachotha out 'ere and now when I tell yoah tha' yoah fucked up.. yoah blame it on me? Wha' the fuck is tha' all about huh?... An' fo tha' mattah.. I thought yoah were asleep. I was lookin' fo' the car keys an' she basically jumped my bones.. Wasn't realleh planned bu' on the otha hand... I don't 'ave a sexual addiction running amoch tha' I blame on my friends..."
He basically spat the words out and in front of Amy not as much as caring if she heard it or not. So far he was in control of his anger but he refused to take the blame for anything that he didn't have a thing to do with.
Rave turned around again and muttered something unheard again and picked up another onion that was peeled and ready to be cut while Devon spoke to Amy. It didn't get too far though because just when he was about to cut it, the onion slipped away from his grasp and he ended up cutting quite deep into his thumb just below the nail.
"Agh! Bloody fuckin' 'ell!!!"
He cursed and dropped the knife on the counter with traces of blood on it already while spots of blood made their way on the floor as he moved to the sink during curses to get to the cold water.
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Post by Amy Wilson on May 5, 2009 17:38:34 GMT -6
"Perhaps yoah should..." It sounded to Amy like Rave wanted her to go at least that far if not further. She wasn't sure quite what she had done to engender so much antagonism so quickly. She brushed a stray hair from in front of her face, more of a nervous gesture than because she was being annoyed by it.
"Okay. I didn't really unpack so it won't take long." Amy replied to Devon's suggestion that they pack her things.
When Rave ranted about blame and addiction, Amy paled and she would have taken a full step back if her arm had not still been around Devon but she still managed to move a little further away without releasing Devon. She had obviously walked into a war zone. "Perhaps I have started a war? If that is the way he usually behaves, I don't think I like him." She thought, "I think I need to try to get Devon away from Rave somehow." But that was a matter for the future. Clearly she and Devon had a lot to talk about and there was no way they could talk about it here.
Already turning away to go to Devon's bedroom, having retrieved her arm and slipped out of Devon's, Amy didn't see what happened, but she certainly heard Rave's exclamation and one glance at him and the bloody knife told her most of what she needed to know.
She waited though, have turned toward Devon to see if he went to Rave, expecting Rave not to want her help but ready to move if Devon showed signs of hesitating too long. She had done first aid training for teaching and her certificate was only just out of date. The stray strand of hair was back and she pushed it away irritably. She was too tired for all this and her posture reflected her feelings in the slump of her shoulders.
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Post by Devon Eckes on May 6, 2009 11:16:59 GMT -6
"If you were locked away from the person you loved for two years and then you saw them again, you wouldn't want to touch them?" Devon asked. "Wouldn't want to hold them and kiss them? We're human, for fuck's sake."
He was crashing, he felt it. Everything he'd worked so hard to achieve was falling now. Self respect, self control, self worth...fuck. Just self.
Amy stepped away from him and Rave turned his back on him. The cheese stands alone, thought to himself. As ever. Unable to please anyone, least of all himself.
The knife he'd so recently pointed at him twisted in Rave's hand and the bright spots of blood splattered on the floor. Devon just stared at them for long moments before turning away.
"I can't." He said, grabbing his jacket and leaving, shoeless. As soon as the front door closed behind him he was running down the stairs. "I can't, I can't, I can't..." Was a chant that tumbled from his lips as he pelted down the stairs.
On the street he looked up at the building, towards the windows of their apartment where he'd left an angry Rave and a bewildered Amy behind. He needed to go back. How stupid was it to run away? He took a step back towards the front doors and instead of going back up, he bent over and vomited the cup of coffee he'd drank and a few bites of omelet. People on the street walked around him. He looked homeless in his bare feet, scruffy face, and throwing up in the middle of the sidewalk.
He sat on the steps and got his cell out of his jacket pocket. He dialed his sponsor. "I need an intervention, now. Like, right now." He glanced up at the building looming over him. "And maybe someone to go up to my apartment and make sure no one's killed anyone yet."
He listened. "My girlfriend got out of prison and came over without letting me know first and my roommate is ballistic.... Yeah, the one I've been sleeping with. They are up there alone now and I can't...I can't make myself go back up there. Yeah. I know. I think I'm having a panic attack. OK, thank you."
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Post by Amy Wilson on May 6, 2009 16:29:19 GMT -6
Devon had gone, left the room in angusih and it was a bloddy mess both physically and emotionally. Amy was torn. Rave clearly needed some assistance with his finger but Devon needed her too or at least she needed to be with him, needed him to want her and yet it was starting to sink in that perhaps touching him, comforting him physically was the worst thing she could do for him.
The amount of blood and the fuss that Rave was making swung her decision in his favour, though it broke her heart. If he had been one of her school pupils there would have been no hesitation; physical safety took priority over emotional support. Amy could only hope that Devon wouldn't go too far and that she would be able to find him.
It broke her heart and as a consequence she couldn't help hating Rave. It was only her school teaching training and her maternal instincts that allowed her to approach him.
"Let me see." She demanded as she joined Rave at the sink and reached for his hand. Her arrival was not subtle, more of a barge, her shoulder digging into his upper arm hard enough to leave a bruise though, with her slight frame, not enough to risk unbalancing the man. It wasn't truly deliberate but it wasn't entirely accidental either.
It was clear that she was angry with Rave for making her chose between him and Devon and that she was not going to put up with any nonsense.
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Post by Aiden "Rave" Hamilton on May 6, 2009 18:35:50 GMT -6
Rave basically missed what went on behind his back since he was too focused on getting his thumb under cold water and stop the bleeding. To be honest, it hurt like hell but he clenched his jaws and said nothing about it. He'd been through a lot worse but the pain was still terrible.
When amy basically came bashing him to see the cut he glared at her and pushed her back a little by pushing his elbow out at her.
"No fuckin' way... yoah've made enough damage already!"
He fumed just before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm himself a little before his eyes opened again and he kept looking at his thumb under the cold water while talking to her in a forced calmer voice.
"Just get the first aid kit.. it's in Devon's room."
Truth be told he really wanted to see the damage the big knife had done himself before anyone else did and he could only hope she'd actually get it for him since he'd end up staining the entire apartment with blood if she didn't.
This Amy person wasn't someone he really liked but Devon did like her and it would be hell if he couldn't at least try to calm down enough to somehow be falsly kind to her but in this case it would be hard.
"Wha' gives yoah the right to just show up 'ere without any warning wha' so evah an' expect everythin' to be like yoah dream it to be? Devon's worked so hard to ge' where he is now and yoah just stroll in like a sweet lil redhead an' make all tha' go out the window... I've been there fo' him fo' two bloody years just as he's been there fo' me... He hasn't realleh had an easy time yoah know... wha' makes yoah think tha' yoah showin' up like this will make it all bettah huh?
Rave spoke with a sharp tone but at least a bit calmer now than before at least for now he was.
"I tend to be very protective ovah people and things I care about an' Devon is one of the best people I know.. if yoah do anything to hurt him? ... I'll be on yoah case in a heart beat... tha's no' even a threat.. that's a promise"
He told her and put some paper tightly around his thumb to hopefully still the bleeding for a moment so he could see better. He examined the cut and realized he had almost cut into the bone all together, he could almost see it through a thin layer of flesh.
"Oh bloody 'ell ..."
Rave muttered and then the blood covered the wound again while once again aiming to run free down his thumb but he managed to put it back under the cold water again to try to still the blood flow a bit more and then to make another attempt.
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Post by Amy Wilson on May 7, 2009 17:10:04 GMT -6
"For crying out loud!" Amy thought to herself in response to Rave's negative reaction to her offer of assistance.
"Suit yourself!" She said quietly with more than a little petulance in her tone as she moved away from Rave. She had only approached him to assist and she had no desire to stay close to him any longer than was absolutely necessary.
"Get it yourself!" She thought belligerently, only just refraining from saying it out loud. It was the thought of blood through the whole of Devon's apartment that helped her, albeit with an obvious effort, bite it back and she contented herself with flouncing out of the kitchen and toward Devon's room.
Annoyance at Rave had temporarily drove thoughts of Devon out of her head and she more or less deliberately took her time searching for the first aid kit. Amy was in no hurry to return to the kitchen, expecting that Rave would have another go at her.
"It would serve him right if his thumb fell off!" She thought maliciously.
She hoped, though did not expect, that Rave would have calmed down but it was still an effort to leave the relative safety of Devon's room. It was only the thought of wanting to find Devon sooner rather than later, a realisation that had resurfaced as she put her hands on the kit that drove her to venture forth. Still, Amy had to drag herself back into the kitchen, her shoulders low and the first aid kit held loosely in one hand, clear indications of her reluctance.
As expected, Rave let loose with a torrent of abuse. Amy didn't need Rave reminding her that she had screwed up by turning up unannounced. She had been so desperate to see Devon that nothing else had mattered.
Amy made as if to slam the first aid kit down on the counter next to Rave but at the last moment she arrested the motion and placed it with deliberate and exaggerated care. She pulled the lid off and put it, equally carefully next to the kit and then slowly began to pull the items out and place them on the lid, looking for a dressing and some antiseptic cream.
She took her time responding to Rave, partially to calm down a little and partially for effect.
"Do you? Really? What makes you think you know what is in his best interest?" It was said quietly but it came out more sullenly than she had intended. "And of course I have had a truly wonderful couple of years." She didn't add that it part of the cause was that someone had been less than totally honest about his age, mainly because she couldn't convince herself that it would have made any difference if she had known.
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Post by Aiden "Rave" Hamilton on May 7, 2009 17:37:09 GMT -6
She surely took her time that Amy. It wasn't that hard to find the first aid kit since it was usually placed either near the bed or on the desk when no one was visiting and by the sound of it, Amy had just appeared so he wouldn't have had time to hide it.
Finally he heard her pad back to the kitchen even if she did it slowly. Rave was basically one step away from going to get it himself when she entered the kitchen behind him again. He heard her but he didn't expect her to be that calm.
Obviously biting her tongue he didn't doubt that for a second but at least she was bringing the first aid kit like he asked her to. The systematic opening of it and placing things on the lid was kind of annoying him as well, she was doing it so slowly!
And then she spoke, that Amy. Rave fumed but began to slowly count along with the kitchen clock's ticking to try and at least focus on something else than rage. When he spoke, it was forced calm but still with a sharp tone to it.
"Yes. I do. Wha do yoah know about Devon except fo' the fact that yoah like to fuck 'im like a bloody rabbit? Do yoah know tha' he has mental problems? Physical ones? Yoah know wha' he likes to eat an' drink? Wha' his favorite color is? Favorite movies?... I know all those things... We might no' ge' along evereh now an' again... bu' we sure as 'ell know each otha'...He and I've been through a great deal during the two years we've known each otha..."
He took a new piece of paper and pressed against the bad cut for a moment or two before he took a look at it. It was still bad but it seemed like the blood flow had calmed down a bit for now but he'd need a pressure bandage and probably something to tape the wound together with so it could mend better.
"Well, tha' was yoah own fault wasn't it? Gettin' off with a minor? Tch... tha's fuckin' disgusting... seriously. 'ow much oldah than him are yoah? ten years? fifteen?"
Rave snorted somewhat and put his thumb back in the cold water for a while, waiting for her to get the stuff that was needed for bandaging the cut.
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Post by Amy Wilson on May 7, 2009 18:24:43 GMT -6
"Getting off?" Amy managed to keep her voice calm, but it was taut, clearly at the edge of control. "That didn't happen. The closest we got was when you barged in just now. And I know a lot more about him than you think."
Then Rave pushed her a little too far. Her voice rose in pitch as she struggled to control her temper.
"Seven, for your information. And at the time he lead me to believe it was zero. So perhaps you should get your facts straight before you start sounding off." She felt guilty, revealling that information, putting Devon done like that.
There was still the matter of his finger though.
"You going to leave your finger there until hell freezes over or are you going to let me dress that?" Her voice was still pitched up. Amy was ready with a dressing but she had done it surreptitiously, keeping the fact hidden until she was ready to use it against Rave in what was shaping up to be a real war.
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Post by Aiden "Rave" Hamilton on May 7, 2009 18:45:22 GMT -6
"Oh yeah... bu' I'm sure yoah did a lot more then tha' ovah the net huh? Yoah dunn always need to be doin' it physically to ge' off.."
He snorted and checked his thumb again just as she stated her age by telling him he was seven years older than Devon. so she was quite a bit older then wasn't she?
"So yoah 26?... 24 when yoah go' off eh?...Dev was 17?... good goin'... see where it lead yoah... right to the bitch-cave.. bet yoah 'ad a lot of fun in there with the dykes huh?"
The blood didn't run quite as fast by now and he wiped the water off with some paper before growling at her somewhat for making a remark of him leaving his finger in the running water until hell froze over.
With a cold glare and a 'fuck off' on his lips but didn't really say it out loud, he rolled his eyes and sighed before he reached his hand out to her so she could put tape over the cut and fix it shut and then dress it properly.
Even though she helped him, which he was grateful for if it had been someone else. He didn't trust her one bit, not a single thing. She could lie her eyes out with every single word she said for what he knew.
Rave stood silently for now and just glared at her then watching her every move while she fixed his thumb up with the various things in the medical kit.
It was just good that Devon always had them even though it was a bad thing as to why he did. Hurting oneself was always a bad thing but it was a good thing that he tended to his wounds afterwards at least.
Storm blue eyes watched Amy again, following the lines of her face, hair and body. What exactly was it in this woman that Devon saw as attractive? Sure, she had body feats that was good, but her personality was just over the top, snotty and bitchy no matter what anyone said.
He didn't like her and never would and that was that. But, for Devon, he would at least put on a fake smile and pretend to be good even though inside his mind he'd spit curses at her between finding ways to fuck her over with small things that Devon wouldn't see.
The war had begun, may the one with the best plan of attack and defense, win.
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Post by NPC on May 8, 2009 8:34:30 GMT -6
Ian Burke (PB: Harry Dean Statton) Devon's SA Sponsor Devon sat on the outside stoop, watching people avoiding his breakfast, when Dean pulled up in his battered Volvo. "Shit, kid. You're in bad shape. Get in the car." Burke called out through the car window. An older man he'd been hard used by life and his addictions to drugs, booze and women had rung him out into a shell. He was in his forties before he even started to fight back, and his health never really recovered. "Get in the car, I'll take you to meeting, there's one in Medford." "Shoes." Devon said as he got in the brown car. "I've got my keys and everything, but, I don't have any shoes." He couldn't meet Burke's eyes as he sat down, but instead looked down at his dirty feet on the equally dirty floorboards. Burke was a chain smoker, the last of his bad habits, and ash covered the inside of the car as if a volcano had gone off in there. "Right." Burke said, turning on his flashers. "Be right back." He got out of the car and wheezed his way up the three flights of stairs before he stood, trying to catch his breath, outside the door of Devon's apartment. Inside he could hear bickering, but not make out what they were saying. He knocked. "I'm taking Devon to a meeting, and he needs his shoes." Burke said without introducing himself.
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Post by Amy Wilson on May 8, 2009 15:29:07 GMT -6
"Get stuffed." Amy replied, a 'mature' response to Rave's comment about her time in jail. He was bringing out the worst in her and he didn't even seem to be trying.
"You need to wash your ears out and listen. I told you he told me he was also twenty four and he gave me no reason to doubt him."
With deliberate malice she put more pressure than was required on the wound.
"What are you doing being so close to him? From your behaviour I would put you at fifteen!" She knew he had to be older than that but in her opinion he really was behaving like a spoiled little brat.
The knock on the door was a relief, something external to interrupt what was shaping up to be a major conflict. She had finished dressing Rave's wound.
"You going to get that?" She demanded without having given Rave a chance to react.
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Post by Aiden "Rave" Hamilton on May 8, 2009 15:48:42 GMT -6
"I am, bu' I'm sure as 'ell no' gettin' stuffed with yoah ass around"
He said and clenched his jaws when she put a bit too much pressure on the wound while dressing it but just gave her a glare of ice and promise of murder instead.
"Tch! I dunn need to wash my anythin', bitch! Bu' I bet yoah do aftah two years in the slam!"
He growled and took his thumb away form her just when she was finished then pulled the casserole to the side. It was burned in the bottom now anyway which pissed him off even more.
"Fifteen? tch... yeah, right... yoah wouldn't be oldah than 12 in my oppinion... oh wait.. if yoah were, tha' would mean Devon'd be 5, talk about child abuse!... Devon and I have somethin' tha' nobody else has... and undahstandin' fo' eachotha.."
Rave spat just as there was a knock on the door. He fumed and made his hand like claws in the air aiming for her throat like he wanted to strangle her but resisted the urge when she asked if he was going to take the door.
With a curse he turned around and opened the door and was met with the face of an old worn guy talking about Devon's shoes? Rave glared at him for a moment, holding the door still and not letting him in.
"Who the bloody 'ell are yoah? If Devon wants his shoes why doesn't he come an' ge' them himself?... why would he send a fuckin' stranger to the doorstep fo' tha'?.. tch.."
Talk about knocking on the door in the wrong time, Rave was already worked up in a fit over Amy and the leaving of Devon, and of course that was all Amy's fault. And here is another thing that annoys him even more. A complete stranger knocking on the door asking for his Friend's shoes? Rave was already on the limit of what he could take and that was even after he had been working out for two hours.
The sharp look in his storm blue eyes only showed that he was beyond pissed off but so far in control. If looks could kill both Amy and this old man would have been dead a long time ago by now, alas, that was not the case and Devon's annoying flies were still around, pissing him off even more.
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Post by NPC on May 8, 2009 15:54:56 GMT -6
"Well," Burke lit a cigarette. "I guess that would be because the two people he loves the most drove him out of his own damn apartment. Makes me think they care about themselves more than some sweet fucked up kid, but, I'm not here to judge. I'm here for shoes." The look he gave the maddened teenager was weary. It spoke of a life too long lived to put up with this sort of bullshit. "Now, you can either give them to me, or I'll swing by the Walmart and pick him up some three dollar flip flops and you two can go about tearing his guts out. Totally up to you." Burke waited with a strange sort of stillness for whatever that happened next, to happen. In a way it sort of reminded people of Eeyore from the Winnie the Pooh books.
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