Notes: Remember that car accident that Fynn had when he was escaping from Maddie, yaa about that… since there’s no Maddie now, I wanted to make the whole incident more related to his life. Ya know?
Who: Fynn, his mum, dad, and step-dad.
When: Flashback to a year ago; present day.
TW: Car Accident, abuse, hinting amnesia (repressed memory)
“Fynn, sweetheart,” his mother said over the phone. “I just wanted to say that your dad,” she paused, “your real dad came over yesterday. He said that he’s been looking for us and… well,” another pause. “He asked how you were doing and if you were alright.”
Fynn stared at the wall after his mom was done talking. His throat felt dry and he tried to respond but nothing came out of his mouth.
“Fynn? Are you still there?” she asked. He could see her standing in the corner of the living room, biting on her lower lip as his step-dad watched her from the couch.
“Y-yeah,” he replied after a few minutes.
“He said he’ll be staying in town for a few days and wondered if you’ll be willing to come down to catch up with him.”
He needed a moment to think this through and why his dad was looking for him. The thought of it sent chills down his spine and a part of him said it was bad idea to agree to it but he didn’t want to disappoint his mom. So he replied with a simple “yes” and had his mom talk about the things that have been planned before he cut her off, telling her that he’ll take the first flight the next morning. With that, she told him to get a goodnight’s sleep and that she’ll see him soon.
The flight home was a blur. He couldn’t remember how he got home. All he knew was that along the way he lost his phone and had to use a pay phone to call his mom but rest of it was a blank. But he remembered knocking on the door in the morning and a man with thick rimmed glasses coming out from the other side of the door and introduced himself as Robert Davin.
“And uh, you must be Eug—Fynn,” he said with hesitation. He fidgeted before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. “Did you… eat?” he asked looking up at him.
Instead of telling the man that he was just there for his mom and that after this meet, he wanted nothing to do with him, he said no and followed him to his car. After that was another blur. He couldn’t recall if they ate or not and if they went somewhere afterwards. He just remembers that he’s spent two days a man who called himself Robert.
The only thing he could fully recollect from that week was the fourth day. Exhausted from spending the day with Robert, Fynn took this time to stare at the ceiling and let his muscles relax but it was short-lived.
The doorbell rang and his mom called him down from the living room. “What?” he asked as he stepped out of his room and walked down the stairs to find Robert standing at the doorway.
Robert turned to Fynn and began to ramble. “I’m sorry to intrude at such an hour but I… I just needed to ask you something, in private. We could walk down that block and back.”
His face said he was desperate and Fynn mom turned to him with a pleading look. Unable to say no with his mom in the room, he nodded and put on his shoes before following Robert out. He had never that the older man had bags under his eyes until that very night, walking in the darkness with him.
“Uh, what I wanted to ask you was if you wanted to meet your siblings,” the older man awkwardly said to break the silence. “I mean your half-siblings, two of them.”
Quickly turning to him, Fynn stared at him. The man who had disappeared years ago, someone he has no memory of had reappeared and asked him if he wanted to be part of his life, to meet his other family, the one he didn’t abandon. When he didn’t reply, the man said, “No need to tell me now, Eugene,” as he entered the pub and took a seat. Hesitating, Fynn followed him in and took a seat next to him. The late night meet was silent and interrupted by the bartender who told them they must leave because they had to close the pub. The grayed haired male nodded as he stumbled out and the younger male followed him from a close distance.
“I’ll be on my way now,” Robert slurred as he stumbled in the direction of his motel. Fynn watched him for a moment and was about to turn around to walk away until he saw the man fall to the floor. Annoyed, he ran over to him and helped him up.
Soon, he found himself having to walk him back to the motel and he helping him onto his bed. Just as he was about to leave, the man asked him the question that was really on his mind that week. Grumbling and moaning, his question escaped his mouth and reached Fynn’s ears. “Did you really? Did you really forget all the things I’ve done to you?” Shaking his head, the young man stepped out the door, about to close the door until the older man shouted after him. “Did you? Do you not remember anything about me because of what I did to you?”
Stepping into the room, he turned to the man and shook his head. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Your mom was right, you lost all of your memories of me,” the elder one replied with a nod.
“Wh—what? Lost my memories?” he spat, starting to get annoyed by him.
“Don’t you raise your voice, boy,” he said pointing a finger at him.
He pushed his finger away and in reply, Robert hit him across the face. His face felt hot where the hand had landed and he turned to Robert, who seemed unclear with what had just happened but it didn’t stop him from repeatedly hitting him. Fynn could have easily pushed him away but he couldn’t. All of this he was experiencing was all too familiar to him, as if this had happened before. Closing his eyes, he could hear his mom crying as she shouted for Robert to stop.
When he stopped, Fynn was lying on the floor with his eyes closed, trying to figure out what memories he had lost. It wasn’t long before he had to open his eyes to find the man sitting on the bed with shaking hands, Robert turned to him and began to weep.
“I said I was better than this,” he said. “I swore I was!” he shouted at his hands, shaking them furiously.
Not wanting to do with him anymore, the young male stood up and took Robert’s car keys with him. He needed to drive far away from everyone, especially his mom who wasn’t telling him something. Without looking back, he started the engine and within seconds he was driving miles out of the town. He let his foot and hands do all the work, taking him to wherever they wanted, only stopping when he felt tired.
During his stop, he searched the car and found a photo of a woman with two teenagers. He figured that it was Robert’s new family, the family that he’s decided to never meet. About to place the photo back where he had found it, he came across a box of cigarette and a match, the things that he needed the most. Fynn started the engine again and put a cigarette between his lips as he lit the match.
He began to start driving again and after a few minutes of continuing his travel, he spotted the photo out of the corner of his eye, sitting on the passenger seat. He stared at the damned photo. All of them were so fucking happy. He could have sworn that he heard them laughing at them as he reached to pick it up but just when he did, he heard a loud honking noise. Fynn quickly looked up and saw a truck coming straight at him. He quickly swerved off the roads and hit into a tree. “That’s it,” he thought to himself as blood ran down his face, “That’s the end of it.” Suddenly his whole world was pitch black.
Yes, of course. I just, wasn’t expecting it is all. [laughs a little] No, thank you, I quit the job because I didn’t have time for it, and I’m lucky enough to not need one. [pauses a little at the last question, then sighing before answering him] No, probably not. Sleep is hard. During the day I want to do nothing but sleep, but at night… I mostly lie awake, getting a couple hours a night if I’m lucky. Probably why this bug got me so hard and fast.
What can I say? [nods and smiles softly] That’s good to hear. [he cocks his eyebrows before realizing that she couldn’t see his face] Maybe you should get that checked out. It could be insomnia, ya know?
[a goofy grin spreads on her face, it wasn’t something she heard much, most people just thought she was weird and weren’t adept, or maybe didn’t bother with, hiding it. After a second she realizes she probably looks stupid and schools her features into a more normal reaction.] Well, I’m glad I’m here to affirm your likely questionable decisions.
It’s not our usual dynamic. I was just… Never mind. That was rude, I’m sorry. No, I quit working at the diner ages ago and haven’t picked up a new job since. And studying is hard and all consuming, but it’s going pretty well too.
I’m just being nice. Can’t I be nice for once? [he sighs and tries to ignore her but then curses at himself] Do you need a new job? Cause I know some places that are hiring right now. Have you been getting enough sleep?
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
gamechangershow
snowghoul
vaporwave
gracieabrams
