location: petrelli household time: 1:03 am featuring: @ofnihilism
there was nothing aurora adele valentina petrelli could remotely hide from her family - at least, of course, not her brother. cyrus knew her inside and out, had held her when she was not even ten minutes old and so he knew every in and out of her and that, most often, was nice - but not tonight. given the fact that rory had worked so hard to get into college, had stayed good and been going to her narcotics meetings, meeting with a therapist - it was all going so well for her. she was making good money, saving it, but it only took one little thought in her head to get rory to go right back to the heavenly h that she had been introduced to as a teenager. all it took was some old sleaze bag friend of rocko’s to come and drop by the lucky icarus, wondering why she she had been and slipping a sample of some great shit into her hand.
she had tried to flush it down the toilet, but it had come back up - and she had wrestled and wrestled with herself, but she was an addict, she knew. rory didn’t choose to be an addict, certainly not - but still, there she was, in the bathroom of the lucky icarus at the end of her shift, shooting up before going home.
she knew her parents were asleep, but they had just gone to bed, she knew. friday nights were late nights and cyrus came over to watch big ton’s favorite shows with him. she thought he would be gone by now, but upon stumbling into the front door, breaking one of her mother’s lamp - she saw him there in the kitchen. shit.
“cy! shit - i - hey! i thought - i thought you would’ve gone home. i’m, uh - i’m totally exhausted. i think i’m going to - “ another stumble. right into the couch. she stabilized herself as she was halfway in the kitchen and the living room. “- go to bed. you wanna, uh, do breakfast tomorrow?”