Deidara dreamt of a meadow. It was from a painting he once saw, it was a wide open expanse of grass and flowers, things he’d take inspiration from in their beauty. It was a most beautiful place, almost feeling real as the tall grass and nature tickled at his ankles.
Colorful insects flew by him, beautiful wings displaying nature’s wonder. The sun shone brightly down on him, making him feel rather warm but in this strange surreal dream he didn’t mind. When the wind blew, it whipped the sweet scent of the flora growing around him, filling his lungs. Almost intoxicating in a way, he stumbled forward, unsure of where it was he was going.
A very slight smile crept upon the blonde’s face as a soft kiss of a warm breeze brushed his cheek. A tiny part of him knew, this wasn’t reality.. Deidara knew this couldn’t be real and that eventually he’d wake up to the dawn, the forest that provided him shade, more missions and possibly more murder.
Something in his heart was quietly wishing that he’d never wake up from this dream, it was wonderfully comfortable. He had no pain here, no worries, no fears. And while he was deaf, in this place it felt as if he could hear every little noise around him. As he was walking forward at what seemed the slowest pace he could, voices in the distance echoed toward him. Voices, he heard them. The blonde stopped and squinted, he couldn’t make out who it was so far away. The figures where blurs. His soul knew these blurs. Familiar blurs, comforting blurs resting at the back of his memory. Had it been that long, had he forgotten who these two were, what they sounded like?
No matter how far he continued to walk, it seemed he wasn’t getting closer to them at all. When he went to call out to them, his voice failed and nothing escaped his lips. This perfect place, it wasn’t perfect. Deidara felt himself getting dizzy and collapsed onto a soft patch of grassy earth. With a hazy eye he glanced upward. The figures where standing right there, right next to him. Still just blurs. Warped smiling faces, he couldn’t make them out.
One appeared however to be a woman. She said something, he still couldn’t understand her words, they were also contorted. The woman’s tone however seemed that of concern. He tried to move as she kneeled down but, he felt paralyzed. As she reached out and touched his shoulders, his eyesight faded to black, and he awoke on the ground in a cold sweat. His cloak clinging tot he exposed parts of his skin, chest rising and falling rapidly. The ground spinning then stopping as he shook his head.
The silence returned as well, nothing could be heard. The fire he had made had slowly burnt out, cinders and white smoke puffing up. This dream, he’d had it before, but dreams weren’t reality. He’d have to put out the fire and keep going no matter what. -----------
every year this holiday hurt. it didn’t matter how much time had passed since the last time stephanie had seen her father but it never mattered. she didn’t need to see him. she could still feel that pit in her stomach from each time and time again he would disappoint her. it was her fault at the end of the day. she shouldn’t have been so foolish to keep putting that sense of trust in him. trust that he would do the right thing, that he wouldn’t let her down again, or even trust that somewhere deep down he still loved her. maybe that was her biggest mistake of all.
father’s day was like an old wound that would reopen every year to fill her head with images of her childhood. memories of her father being released from prison and how at first it always seemed like he changed. the days they would spend as a loving family, but of course it was all a ruse. every time without fail arthur brown would always return to his life of crime. at the end of the day, the only thing he loved was his obsession with defeating batman (despite how awful of a criminal he really was). she couldn’t remember how old she was exactly when the realization of all this hit her, but she could remember the days to follow that she spent crying. people think broken hearts are painful, but it far worse when your own parent was the one to shatter it.
it made stephanie grow up way too fast, among other things, but more than anything it pushed her into the vigilante lifestyle she had now. it wasn’t an act for attention, or cry for affection from her father. no she was long past that point. instead she pushed aside any last semblance of family she felt for him and did what was best for everyone. working as a hero, or at least trying her best to be, she was lucky enough to find a new family. people who cared about her and she cared for in return and most days felt like she was complete. still every year, every damn father’s day, she could feel that tear open once again.
The events of the previous night still playing in Heather's mind as she sat in the kitchen. She'd just made Jed his breakfast and took it to him and now the brunette sat with a cup of coffee for herself. She wasn't up for eating. She'd watched a lot of carnage within the past twenty-four hours and now she wasn't sure what to do with herself. She polished off her coffee and she set the mug by the sink unsure if she was going to have another mug or not. She heard the clinking of dishes and she wondered if he was done with his meal. Slowly she peeked down the stairs before walking down slowly. "Cuz?" she called kind of quietly. She moved to the bottom of the stairs before peering around in time to see the tray with the dishes outside of his quarters. She moved to pick it up and nearly jumped when he opened the door. "Just clearing these away." she promised. She took the tray and headed up the stairs.
Once the dishes were done she heard a knock at the door. She also heard Jed moving like he was coming up the stairs. She moved to the stairs and stopped him. "If I need you I will let you know." she promised him. She told him to stay put while she headed for the door. She'd found a wired bat that she'd placed behind it. If she needed it the bat was there. The pounding on the door happened again. "I'm comin'!" she called as she neared the door. She looked back and told him to backup a little. "I got this." she reassured him. She waited for Jed to get out of sight before she opened the door. "Hello there. Can I help you?" she asked with a smile. "Have you seen either one of these men?" Heather took the flyer and she stared at it. On the flyer was none other than Burt Hartman and his son Carl. Her stomach still churned knowing that Carl had been Burt's son.
Shaking her head slowly she sighed. "No. I think I saw him at the carnival." she said pointing to carl. "I think I asked him where a restroom was actually." she replied. "But the other guy I haven't seen." she lied. "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help." she stated. She moved to shut the door and the man halted her. "I told you. I haven't seen him." she stated again before trying harder to shut the door. "Look miss. I know you've seen them. Are they in here?" Pulling back slightly she slammed the door at him. "No. They're not here. Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do." she continued to try to shut the door. "What's it hurt to let us in to see?" She leaned over to grab the bat. She hit his leg out of the way and he tried to open the door again. "Keep it up. You're going to regret your life." she warned him. "What's a little girl going to do?" he asked. "Do your thing cuz." she stated and opened the door fully to reveal Jed and his chainsaw there for the killing.
"Hey Babe I---" Haven stopped dead in her tracks. Why the hell was she given a key to his apartment again? Sitting there on the couch naked as ever was Tristan and some two bit trash she was sure she'd seen trying to work the strip. Without another word she threw down the food she'd brought in and walked away. "Baby baby come back!" She could hear him say and she could hear his feet coming her way and somewhere in all of that she heard an ow. She was assuming he dropped her on her ass when it should have been her damn head. "No." She turned around just as he made it to her. "You want a two bit bitch then you can have her. I'm done." She turned to leave when he grabbed her. He pulled her against him and he moved his arms around her waist. "Just stay.. We can work this out." His words were like salt in a wound that wouldn't heal. She moved to pull away and he tightened his grip on her.
"Let me go." she seethed. She wasn't in the mood to play around. She wanted him as far away from her as possible. She didn't dare pull out her phone to call Wyatt. She knew better. He'd break the phone and she'd have to replace it. She wanted an upgrade but she didn't want to deal with him breaking her iPhone. She just let it be. "Don't be like that baby. You know she doesn't mean anything to me." She could smell the alcohol on his breath and it made her want to vomit. She hated when he did this but it was out of her control. She could feel him try to leave kisses down her neck but she wasn't having it. She lifted her right leg and counted to three silently before kicking back. When she heard him groan and let go of her she turned around and pushed him to the ground. "Get off me means get the fuck off me!" she told him before heading for the door.
She heard shuffling and then she heard his voice. "I wouldn't leave if I were you." Now she wasn't about to turn around to find out why. She had a feeling whatever it was wouldn't end up well for him. She was at the door with her hand on it. She moved to open it and then she heard it. The cock of a gun. She knew he had one, or at least that he'd talked about it but she'd never seen it. Slowly she turned around. “How much pain do you have to go through before giving up is okay?” She paused. "Better question. How much pain do you have to put me through before you stop?" she asked curiously. She was now staring down the barrel of a gun and she was terrified but she was still more hurt than anything. "Look. Tris. Stop. Isn't this enough?" she asked. "I get it. You love me. At least you say you do. If you truly loved me and wanted to be with me then you wouldn't be here with that street trash." she pointed out.
She had her hands up so that he wouldn't shoot her hopefully. "Put the gun down." she pleaded. It was now more than ever she wished she could just call Wyatt but she knew she couldn't pull her phone out or she'd lose it. She could see the gun was wavering so she took a couple of steps away from the door. "Look. I'm not leaving." she told him. She wasn't lying yet. She wasn't leaving in that moment. She just wanted him to put the gun down so she could focus on other things. She felt like calling her brother would be the way to go but she had to make sure she could safely call him first. She saw the street trash watching from a corner so he wouldn't turn the gun on him and it took everything in her to not grab the gun and turn it on both of them. She knew as bad as she wanted to that she didn't want to lose her career or her life over one stupid moment.
When she felt she was far enough away from the door she stopped. She was watching the street rat out of the corner of her eye but she was mostly watching him. "No! You can't go at all. We have to work this out!" She could see the tears as they fell but it didn't mean anything to her at this point. She didn't know if he was on drugs or what but she knew he was off. Closing her eyes she allowed herself to feel the break. She could feel the tears as they fell down her cheeks. She could feel everything and it hurt like hell but she wanted all of this over even though she didn't know in that moment that it wouldn't be. She was just hoping it would be. For a few minutes Haven Rae lost herself as she sank down to the floor hoping he wouldn't shoot her.
FIVE MONTHS AGO.
Haven lay in his bed just watching him. It had been a whirlwind of a night and now here they were and she was very slowly coming down off of the high of it all. Performing was something else. Then there was the party. Thinking back to the pill bowl she didn't even know what she grabbed but he was there holding onto her. "Remember baby. The high will be worth it. I'm right fuckin' here." He was right. It was worth it but she was bouncing off the walls one second and damn near screaming the next. By the time it was over she'd cried and laughed and even damn near fell to her death. What a rush! He'd fallen out of it and part of her wanted to wake him up to go again but she couldn't bring herself to do it. No matter what she knew there was going to be another time and she couldn't wait. He'd opened her eyes to a whole new world and though they'd been together for nearly eight months at this point he'd eased her in. She had to admit that he was right. Why ease when full throttling worked best.
When she couldn't stand it anymore she got up and headed out of the room. She knew the pill bowl was out there somewhere but instead of finding that she ended up finding a full bottle of vodka. She thought about downing that when she was grabbed. The guy who grabbed her tried to pull her to another room. After giving him a dose of her own version of medicine she gave up and made her way back to the bedroom. She shut and locked the door. That asshole could definitely fuck off. She climbed back into the bed with him and she moved him slightly so she could make herself comfortable. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep even though she was scared that asshat would try to enter the room with them. He didn't seem to be the type to give up to easily. It wasn't like she gave him much of a choice though was it? Waking up hours later she was on her own. She slowly got up and put more clothes on. She heard two voices. She peeked out to find Tristan and one of the drug sluts on the floor. She called Wyatt to get out of there and she grabbed her shit while she waited.
TWO MONTHS AGO AGAIN.
Haven opened her eyes to see him still holding the gun but now it wasn't pointed at her. He was a crying mess so very quietly she moved towards the door. When she got close enough she stood up and slowly put a hand on it. Haven moved it slowly. He was so lost in whatever mess he was he didn't notice. She was thankful. She got out of the room and down the elevator quickly. While in the Elevator she called Wyatt. She got his voicemail. "Damn it. Wy. I need you. I'm heading over to your place now. I'll be waiting. Don't call me back just show the fuck up!" she hung up and walked out and got a cab out of there as quick as possible. The ride wasn't far but that didn't matter to her. She just wanted to get to safety as quick as possible and before Tristan got to her. That was what mattered to her.
Paying the cab driver she got out and ran inside. She was known so getting to Wyatt and Huntleigh's place wasn't hard ands he didn't have to go through hell and a hand basket to do so which she was thankful for. She walked in and saw how quiet it was which meant everyone was out. She made damn sure she was locked in and she got herself a bottle of water. When she looked down at her hands they were shaking but there wasn't much she could do about that. She knew that much so she'd have to deal for now. It didn't take long before she heard voices. She put on a smile and tried to hide the bit of shaking she was still doing. Once she spotted Huntleigh and Wyatt she walked over to them. "Hey Hunt come here." she smiled a little. She pulled Huntleigh aside. "I need to talk to Wyatt but I'm preparing you first. I need to tell him what happened today and it's not good." she sighed. "We're probably going to need bail money." she warned her sister-in-law.
After that warning she walked up to Wyatt. "We need to talk in your room now." She pulled him back to the room he shared with Huntleigh and she shut the door. "This is necessary." she locked them in. "I love you but I need to talk to you." she sat down. She was bruised from how hard she was grabbed but she wasn't sure it was showing yet so she just had to tell him. "Went to Tristan's to surprise him with food. Walk in to see him on the damn couch with a piece of street trash." she sighed. "He got his food. I tossed it on the floor. If he wants to eat it he can. I don't give a fuck." she started mostly for context. "He put his hands on me and I'm sure I'm going to bruise from it." she started. "And I don't mean he hit me although I'm sure he thought about it." she added quickly. "Before you go all big brother and protective let me finish so you know everything."
"After I saw him and threw the food he chased me to the door begging me to stay. He was promising me she didn't mean a damn thing. Telling me we could work it out." she shook her head. "Look. I caught him red fucking handed. I'm done. He said it was because he couldn't find me but the truth is he has my number. Well he did because tomorrow I'm changing it." she sighed. "After I kicked him and tried to leave he pulled a gun out so I had to talk his ass down just so I could get out of there. If I would have tried to call you he would have broken my phone and I wouldn't have gotten out. Before you ask." she sighed. "For now I'm here and I'm safe. I do have a favor to ask. Can I crash here for a few days or something. I know he's going to be hanging around mine and I'm not in the mood." she shook her head. She hated telling him all of this but if he didn't hear it from her he'd hear it somewhere else and he'd get mad at her and she didn't want that.
She sighed. "I hate asking. You know I do but damn it. I just need at least a few days of peace. Long enough to file a restraining order and shit like that so I can at least try to protect myself." she looked down. She didn't want to admit that she was actually scared that he may actually use that gun or any gun at all on her. She didn't like the fact that she lived alone right then either. Typically she didn't care but she never felt like her life was in this amount of danger and that kind of scared her not that she'd fully outright admit that but it did. "If not it's cool. I just wanted to ask." she sighed. "Look. I know you want to go be with your family so go. I've got a rehearsal to get to but I didn't want you finding out some other way." she smiled a little and walked to the door and opened it after unlocking it. "Love you bro." she walked out of the bedroom and waved bye to Huntleigh before heading out.
Noah paced anxiously as he tried to phone his Grandparents and little brother. He had been in touch with them just days prior before the storm was supposed to hit and knew that his family were planning on evacuating inland and getting as far away from Southport as they could. However, the texts from his brother had stopped coming about midday yesterday leaving Noah without any communication.
Giving up for the time being, he scanned the internet tirelessly for information, but after failed success, stopped. Feeling like the only thing left to do was to take a few days off and head back to his home state in hopes of finding his family, Noah packed his needed belongings. But before he could go there was one thing he had to do...
“Hey, Mia. Guess you’re out with your friends. Um, I’ve gotta head back home for a few days. I can’t get a hold of my grandparents or brother, and I’m starting to get worried. I’ll call you again when I get into North Carolina. Make smart decisions while I’m gone, and uh, this may be too soon to say, but I’m gonna say it anyways...I love you.” Hanging up the phone, the twenty-two year old grabbed his duffel bag and keys to his truck giving his apartment one last scan, before shutting off the lights and locking up.
His next stop would be North Carolina, and what he was about to face...he would soon find out.
Since the attack, Cissa had rarely been out of Reggie’s sight. Aside from the necessary times, like when they went to bed or had classes apart from each other, he’d been there at her side. When he wasn’t there, her sisters were, or her little group of girls. It was a relief, although she wouldn’t have admitted it; seeing the boys at school left Cissa trembling, but it was easier to mask that when other people were around. But as she approached the corridor, she realized that she was alone for the first time in two weeks. Reggie and Andie had a prefect meeting, and Bella was off doing something, and all of Cissa’s little companions had run off to take care of their own things. And Cissa was alone.
She paused, staring down the corridor and trying to slow her breathing down again. It was a lost cause; her heart was hammering in her chest, and she trembled from the top of her head all the way to her toes, and she couldn’t stop gasping. She couldn’t take a step further into the corridor either. What if they were there again? What if they had been watching her and were just waiting for the chance to finish what they’d started? This corridor was a bit out of the way, and too far from anywhere that her family or friends might be. If they did decide to come after her again, Cissa didn’t think she’d get out of it so easily. At least she had taken to carrying her wand in her hand. It had earned some funny looks, but she felt so much safer with it in her grasp. Cissa had always loved her wand - it was pretty and she felt stronger with it. Her fingers tightened around the handle as she continued staring down the corridor. Maybe if she ran . . . Narcissa Black didn’t run but as long as no one was around to see . . .
When she realized she heard footsteps behind her, Cissa acted instinctively, not pausing to think about her actions or the possible consequences. Whirling, she raised her wand. “Flipendo!” Her voice was shrill, evidence of just how frightened she was. But the jinx hit, to her relief and she was gathering herself to run when she realized she knew the voice that was swearing so colorfully. “Sirius?”
Her cousin was already pushing himself to his feet, brows up and that annoying smirk on his face. “Bit extreme, even for you. Expecting someone else? Malfoy, maybe. He’s one who deserves that.”
Cissa spun away with a huff, tossing her hair over her shoulder and pursing her lips. He’d leave. He always left. Sirius never bothered to stick around and listen to what bothered her - and she didn’t want to talk to him anyway, about this or anything else. Regulus wouldn’t like it. She was almost sure he wouldn’t, and Regulus meant more to her than anyone else - maybe even more than her sisters. She’d always known she’d lose them to some boy someday, and she’d known she’d lose Reggie to some girl but now - she had hopes -
“Just a corridor. Nothing scary about it.” Sirius said, suddenly right beside her. Cissa didn’t like being this close to him. It reminded her of times when they were little, and he’d been her protector. It brought up the urge to tell him everything, and she simply couldn’t do that.
“You don’t know everything. Go on. I need to get to the common room.” Her voice wasn’t as sharp and cold as she hoped, but Sirius never stayed so it didn’t matter. She just needed to wait for whatever sarcastic comment he had, and then he’d leave, and she could run it.
“As it happens, I’m headed this way too. Ladies first.” The smirk was evident in his voice, and Cissa rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything, he had touched her arm. It was an old, familiar gesture, from when they were younger and he’d been forever nudging her in front of him. But this time, his fingers remained in place. “You’re shaking. Cissa, what’s wrong?”
She wanted to say nothing, in the cool voice she was famous for. But that wasn’t what came out. After a sharp breath, she said in a voice barely above a whisper, “I was - I was assaulted. Here. I can’t - I can’t go down this corridor.” Sirius was very still beside her, his hand still on her arm. “It was Bulstrode and Fawley and two others - I don’t remember who. And they -” She stopped, swallowing hard. But it felt good to tell someone. She shifted, hesitating before she reached for Sirius’s hand. The corridor wasn’t nearly as frightening with him there.
“I was here,” she said, after she’d led him down to where it had started. “And they knocked me down and - it’s blurry, I don’t really remember.” She’d tried very hard not to remember since the day after, when she had reluctantly told Bella and Andie the details. “They had me trapped, and Bulstrode got me with a Stinging Jinx - a lot. My legs were covered with welts. And we heard Reggie but they dragged me -” She led him round the corner, pointing at the wall. “He shoved me there, and gagged me. Fawley had my arms. Bulstrode sent the others to stop Reggie and pushed me down.” Her hand was trembling as she pointed at the spot on the floor. “I remember looking at that crack.” She had already looked up to see if she remembered it. A silly thought - she didn’t think she’d ever forget what that crack looked like, and how horrified and frightened she’d been while staring at it.
“Reggie came. He got Bulstrode off me and I - I fought with Fawley but I got away and threw Reggie his wand.” She remembered that clearly; the one thing she’d done right, the one way she’d been able to help. “Fawley pinned me down again though. I couldn’t breathe - he liked it. He wanted - he wanted to hurt me. He kept telling me the things he could -”
Sirius made a noise and pulled her a little closer to him, wrapping an arm gently around her shoulders. “Cissa -”
“It’s okay. Reggie - I don’t remember what he did, but he took care of them. Both of them. He was amazing.” She stopped at last, the pressure that had been building up inside her gone. It left her shaky still, and a little hollow inside. Remembering it, reliving it - that had been so hard. But good. Something inside her had felt raw and that was gone now. A little, maybe. But she still found herself leaning against Sirius, head against his chest. She’d started crying at some point, and reached up to wipe the tears away.
“I’ll walk you to your common room,” Sirius said. His arm was still around her shoulders, keeping her close. It was nice. Cissa had forgotten how safe she’d always felt around Sirius. It was different than with Reggie - Sirius was older, bigger, stronger. Reggie was bigger and stronger than she was too now, but when they were younger, they’d been the same size. Sirius had always been bigger, and he’d always been the one she ran to if Bella wasn’t around to calm her fears.
“Thank you.”
The walk was made in silence, and Sirius kept his arm about her until they were on the corridor where the entrance to the common room was. Then he dropped his arm but stayed close beside her. She probably should have sent him away but even the short distance to the common room seemed too much when she was alone. No one was in the corridor anyway, and she checked as they walked. It wouldn’t do for word of this to get back to Aunt Walburga, or Cissa’s parents. They wouldn’t care what the circumstances were. Associating with someone who’d been burned off the tree was strictly forbidden.
The corridor was still empty when they stopped outside the entrance. Cissa glanced around, the stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss Sirius’s cheek. “Thank you,” she said again, risking a quick hug. She wouldn’t have made it through that corridor if he weren’t there, or at least she would be a mess now.
“You’re still my cousin,” he said softly, “no matter what the family says or what’s been burned off that damned tapestry. You can get me if you need me.” They heard footsteps in the corridor and Sirius stepped back, reaching for her hand to give it a quick squeeze before continuing down away from her.
Cissa looked up to see Reggie coming toward her, not quite at a run but moving quickly. His arms wound around her quickly, and she knew that she must look bad for him to be that worried. “I’m fine,” she said quickly, hoping to alleviate the concern she could feel radiating from him. “I promise. I’m fine. Sirius -” She paused, glancing up at Reggie to try and judge his mood. But better not to risk it. “I’m fine,” she said instead, kissing his cheek.
“What the fuck, Reggie?” Narcissa was fuming, convinced she’d been lied to, again, and she was done with it. She had told him she could handle anything he had to tell her, but Regulus wasn’t telling her. They were supposed to be working things out together and was he was still keeping secrets. He hated this, and it was exactly why he was afraid to get too close to her. How could he lure her into his world, only to shatter it? And this time, for good.
“It’s not what you think, Cissa.” He kept his distance, though his eyes stayed on the little silver pill case clutched in her hand, his life quite literally in there. “Please. I just need you to trust me.”
“Trust you? How? You haven’t told me anything! If you have a problem, we can get you help. You don’t need these.” Narcissa waved the case in her rage, beginning to pace.
“No, Cissa. I do need those. I really do.” It would be so much easier if he just told her. But he’d lied so much, how could he make it right now?
“No Regulus, you don’t! Is this because of Sirius? His band? Did they get you into drugs? I’ll never forgive him. He took you from me and now he got you addicted to...to this!” She had stopped to really stare at him, hurt and frustration etched on her face. He couldn’t tell if she was going to start crying, and it squeezed at his heart. He didn’t want her more upset, and he didn’t want her to hate him or Sirius.
“No. This has nothing to do with Sirius. Just. Please give me that back?” He took a cautious step toward her, hand reaching toward her.
“I can’t do that, Reggie. You need help. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? All those mystery trips to Germany? How weird you get when you get back? How tired you are? And the weight loss! Your look so sick, Reggie. Do you think I don’t know the signs of drug addiction?” She really did look on the verge of tears now, but Regulus still couldn’t be sure if it was frustration or betrayal. Both would be appropriate. She backed away from him, pacing again. “Are you selling too? Is that why you go to Germany so often?”
“No. That’s not...That’s not even close, Cissa.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, sighing deeply. He thought he had been more careful, but apparently Narcissa was more observant than he’d realized. This was going nowhere but worse, and Regulus didn’t know how to stop it. Well, he did, but that option only things even worse than they were.
“Then what is it, Reggie? Tell me.” She had stopped again, her demand hanging heavy. She placed her free hand on her hip, the other holding out the case. “What is this?”
“It’s...” He inhaled sharply, pressing his fists to his temples. “I...I can’t.”
“That’s it. I’m tossing these. You’re getting help. I’m taking you to rehab.” Narcissa glared, her tone no sense as she started to march toward the bathroom to flush the pills.
“Cissa! Please, no!” Regulus darted after her, barely catching her elbow. She jerked free easy enough, making it to the door. “Please.”
She glared at him again but said nothing, slamming the door in his face. “This is for your own good.”
He tried the handle, but it was locked. “Cissa! Please! Open this door!” He banged on the door, trying desperately to get it. There was silence, and he could have sworn he heard a sniff come from Inside. He had tried, but it was no use. He had to tell her.
“They’re my chemo pills.” He paused, swallowing hard. “I...I have cancer, Cissy.” More silence followed, and Regulus wasn’t sure she had heard him. He raised his hand to knock, but the door swung open, Narcissa glaring once more, but with eyes now red and glossy. “I’m sorry,” he offered quietly, chancing a glance and noticing his pill case on the counter.
She pushed past him, saying nothing and headed straight for the door, not even bothering to talk her purse. “Cissa. Please! I’m sorry! Please stay!” But she was out the door and it was slamming on him again before he could get his legs to move. He deserved this. What did he think was going to happen? She’d forgive him and go running into his arms? No. This was his choice and he had chosen wrong.
(i'm just gonna reblog this every time i add a new part. also i'm not tagging anyone on this, i'm just writing a random thing idk what to call it)
you've wondered time and time again about the new tenant two doors from you. it had been five months since he moved into your apartment complex and the mystery surrounding him piqued your interest. it was unheard of that a tall, gorgeous man would move into the complex you lived in; majority of the people who lived there were elderly.
you moved in because the rent was cheap and you lived a quiet life. majority of your friends had started their own families so you rarely had guests over. it was simple but you enjoyed it nonetheless, everyone in the building loved you and always gave you food, rarely did you use your own kitchen.
so when Dorothy, one of your neighbors mentioned to you one day that a younger person was moving in, you were curious.
"you'll still be our favorite (y/n)," she chuckled, patting your shoulder as the two of you baked scones, a tradition the two of you had been doing every second Sunday of the month.
you were there when he first arrived, his hair in a bun, wearing a tight, grey long sleeve that hugged his muscles and dark denim jeans that accentuated his thick thighs, you wanted to pinch yourself to see if he was actually real.
you caught his gaze, he stopped momentarily in his tracks as he saw your surprised look, his steel-blue eyes boring into yours, in a second, he continued to bring his belongings inside his new home.
the second time you crossed paths with the new tenant you were carrying more grocery bags than you could, struggling to keep everything in your arms as you walked to your door.
before you accidentally dropped the bag with your carton of eggs, a strong arm grabbed you by your arm, a hand grabbing onto the falling bag before it crashed onto the floor.
you looked up to see a pair of familiar eyes, "t-thank you," you manage to say.
a small smile grows on his lips, he grabs another bag from your hold and helps you carry the rest of your items back into your house. this was the day you found out his name, bucky.
