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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 19:14:21 GMT -5
"Okay then, I'll see you around?" Jake asked.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 19:18:24 GMT -5
Tyler nodded, “Yeah, of course! Bye, Jake!” The teen waved, then ran off. He went to the hospital, running to his mothers room. A weak woman with thin hair and pale skin laid in the bed, IVs and other medications spread around her. Tyler moved to her side, smiling sadly. He wrapped his hand around her small, frail hand. “Hey, mom.” He said softly, “How are you?” He questioned, not expecting an answer from the comatose woman. “I’ve been pretty good, I met someone really nice, you’d like him. His name’s Jake. He’s kind of shy. Dad is... okay... still getting drunk every night, but, heh, can’t stop him.” As Tyler spoke, he absently ran his hand over the bruises carefully hidden under his jacket.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 19:22:02 GMT -5
Jake ended up getting mugged on the way home because he was weak as heck. "I-I already told you, I don't have money on me!" he growled against the knife held to his throat. \
Bad move.
The knife was removed from his throat, but cut against his side. He gritted his teeth. Blimey!
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 19:23:21 GMT -5
Luckily, Tyler was on his way home, and heard the yelling. He made his way towards the alley. He scowled as Jake came into view, “Oi, jerk, pick on someone your own size.” He growled, too tired to worry about getting injured himself.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 19:27:38 GMT -5
Jake started struggling at that moment, and to stop his wiggling around, the mugger had to put the knife back at his throat. "T-Tyler... Run..." the green-jacketed teen wheezed, closing his eyes.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 19:28:55 GMT -5
Tyler stood his ground, his eyes dark. “I’m not leaving you, Jake. And you, let him go.”
[ powers or nah? Tempted to give Tyler like Telekinesis]
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 19:34:53 GMT -5
{{Sure! I was thinking of giving Jake his hope powers...}}
Jake clenched his fists. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, but he wasn't going to show how afraid he was for Tyler.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 19:36:07 GMT -5
Suddenly, the man flew back and hit the wall. Tyler walked to Jake’s side, stumbling slightly, completely exhausted. “You alright?” He asked.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 19:39:50 GMT -5
Jake nodded, choking up a little. "Y-Yeah..." He wrapped his arms tightly around Tyler, half bursting into tears.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 19:41:45 GMT -5
Tyler gently wrapped his arms around Jake, “Hey, you’re alright. But you are coming home with me to get that cut patched up.” He spoke softly.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 19:42:51 GMT -5
Jake nodded, trying to say something, but it came out as a strangled sob.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 19:44:45 GMT -5
Tyler led Jake to his house. He walked inside, “Sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.”
Beer bottles were littered across the house, and a few holes were in the walls.
A few minutes later, Tyler came back with a first aid kit, and knelt in front of Jake, pulling out gauze and some alcohol. “We have to clean it first. Lift you shirt, please.”
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 19:51:02 GMT -5
Jake shakily lifted his bloodstained shirt, unable to focus on anything but the red mar on his extremely pale skin. He decided to close his eyes, bracing himself for the burning sensation from the rubbing alcohol.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 19:54:12 GMT -5
Tyler was incredibly gentle, mumbling an apology as he pressed the alcohol against the wound. He then grabbed the bandages and gently wrapped them over the wound. “There you g-“ He was cut off by the sound of a door slamming outside. He stiffened, “Jake, go to my room.” He pointed it out, “Hurry.” His voice was tight and tense.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 19:56:14 GMT -5
Jake nodded and limped as fast as he could towards Tyler's room. Still, it probably wasn't fast enough.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 20:01:03 GMT -5
Luckily it was, and Tyler shoved the first aid kit under the couch just in time. His father stumbled in, very drunk. “Tyler, where the hell are ya?!” He slurred. Tyler meekly stepped forward, his head down, “Right here, uh, Dad.” The man drunkenly sauntered up to his son, “What did ya do today?” He growled, his voice dark. Tyler winced, “...I-I went and saw mom...” he mumbled. *THUD* Tyler stumbled back as his father’s fist hit his jaw. However, he kept his gaze down. “I said for ya to not visit her.” The drunken man snarled, then stomped to his room slamming the door., Tyler made his way back to his room, a massive bruise already forming over his likely-fractured jaw.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 20:03:00 GMT -5
Jake had heard the whole conversation and was currently stumbling towards the door. LET ME AT HIM!!!
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 20:04:29 GMT -5
Tyler walked into the bedroom, “Sorry....” he mumbled.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 20:06:00 GMT -5
Jake looked worried. "Did he hurt you? Why do you stick round here if that's what your dad's like?"
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 20:08:24 GMT -5
Tyler smiled tiredly, “He’s my dad.” He said simply, “I can’t leave him. Plus, my mom.” He said quietly.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 20:10:26 GMT -5
"Oh..." Jake said softly, not prodding any further. He blushed as he got a random urge to lean forward and kiss Tyler. BUT WHY. he asked himself.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 20:13:03 GMT -5
Tyler ran his fingers through his hair, looking like he was about to collapse.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 20:14:59 GMT -5
Jake put an arm around Tyler. "You need to rest."
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 20:16:13 GMT -5
Tyler shook his head, “You need to get home.”
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 20:17:46 GMT -5
"I'm not leaving until I'm sure your resting." Jake said firmly.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 20:18:52 GMT -5
“But, how are you gonna get home?”
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 20:20:57 GMT -5
"I'll walk. It'll be easy enough." Jake said confidently.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 20:22:07 GMT -5
Tyler bit his lip, “O-Okay...” He mumbled, plopping on his bed. The bruise on his jaw was growing worse. He almost fell asleep standing.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Feb 9, 2018 20:24:20 GMT -5
Jake made sure Tyler was sleeping before sneaking out of the house, careful not to make a single sound. However, as the front door closed, it made a soft noise. Jake took off running.
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Post by flamerune on Feb 9, 2018 20:28:59 GMT -5
The next day, Tyler walked into school, his jaw completely purple. He then looked around for Jake.
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