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Flashbacks in italics
RYDER
After Lord knows how long, my tired eyes slowly began to peel open. Groggily, I sat up, stretching out and wiping the sleepiness off my face. I then pulled my hand away from my face, taking a minute to glance around the room.
"Aleister?" I called out, my voice still husky from the sleep.
Seconds of silence passed and my door suddenly creaked open.
"Aleister?" I called out, hoping it was him but I was dissappointed to find that it was only my dad.
"He left, son" my dad informed lowly, entering uninvited and closing the door behind him. I sighed, he probably went to go see Jason.
"Um can we talk for a bit, Ryder?" He asked quietly, approaching me slowly.
"No just go" exhaustedly, I laid back down.
"Please" he urged quietly, now towering over me.
"Ugh" I groaned out of frustration, sitting back up.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly, he ignored my attitude and took a seat on the edge.
"Ryder, when did mom leave?" My face contorted, failing to conceal my confusion.
"On the twenty forth of May, four years ago" I said as a matter of factly.
"Since then, have we ever even sat down to do something as little as watch a movie or game together?" I could sense the docility in the mild tone and it bothered me.
"What is up with you?" I asked as I leaned back against the headboard, a brow quirking at his question.
"Ryder, our relationship is shit and you and I know it" he said, his voice heavy with emotions.
"So? You never really cared so why now?" I asked, my arms crossing over each other against my chest, curious.
"I guess I just needed someone to slap the truth right in my face" he joked, chuckling humorlessly.
"So what is it you want now?" I sighed out, obviously bored at our conversation.
"Ryder, I want us to start over and get back to how we used to be" he said, his tone hopefull.
"Sorry but 'how we used to be' was flushed down the toilet from the moment you downed your first liquor after mom left, now get out of my room" I said, adjusting myself back under the sheets.
"Ryder I-" I cut him off.
"Now dad" I groaned.
Defeated, he sighed and slowly walked towards the door. With his back turned against me, I wondered. What could have pushed him into having this conversation with me.
My head throbbed at my ire. The hazel in my eyes flared fiercely with every step I heard him take, getting closer to the door. How dare he even think that I'd evev-
"Just remember Ryder-" he began again, cutting my thoughts short.
"-no matter how bad things are between us, you're still my son and I really do love you" he said, his lips pursing slightly at me before he eventually left.
He thinks he can come into my room and tell me shit like that. He thinks he can suddenly pop out of no where and receive the fucking father of the year award. Where was he when I was breaking down slowly, when the only thing I could turn to for comfort was a cigarette. Where was my dad? I let a single tear slip but I immediately wiped it away, irritated.
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Several minutes passed and gradually, these minutes slowly manifested into an hour; then two. I groaned, getting out of bed, frustrated. I then allowed my legs to take control, not realizing where they were taking me until I was heading down the stairs.
Seconds later, I now stood at our backyard. I took a deep breath, inhaling the freshness of the atmosphere before allowing my eyes to trail over the grassland.
My eyes wandered, landing on every stick, rock, treebranch, until they spotted something else. I looked closer, my packs of cigarettes. My stomach knotted in disapproval as my mind drifted.
I turned away, attempting to go back to my room but then, I felt this stinging sensation in my eyes again. I needed this, I craved this. It might be obsession but I don't think I really care.
I turned back and my eyes darted over at the boxes. My legs suddenly followed. A tight knot formed in ny stomach with every step I took.
Now, I stood over the boxes, temptation beginning to form a lump in my throat. I gulped, bending over and picking up a pack. I hesitantly took a deep breath, flipping open the box before pulling out a single stick.
As soon as a cig was free, I stopped. I froze in place, realizing what I was doing, realizing I was killing my self, realizing I needed this.
Determined, I made by way back to the door. With the kitchen being the first room, I knew I could easily get a lighter.
I spent a few minutes looking through a bunch of cabinets before finally finding one. I went back into the backyard, sat down on the patio chair and allowed my finger to graze the small object lightly.
I shut my bedroom door loudly, not caring about the noise since I was home alone, as usual. I flopped down on my bed weakly, lazily propping the paper bag on my night stand.
My eyes trailed over the bag carefully, my fingers then following suit. My dainty fingers reached in, retrieving first, the small box and afterwards, a small portable lighter.
I set aside the latter, taking up the box, carefully reading the warning clearly printed on the card board. I scoffed, why would they sell it if they knew it'd shorten a life, I shook my head, flipping open the box.
Arranged like soldiers on a mission were several cancer sticks, I licked my lips anxiously, reaching for a single one. I studied the cylindrical paper roll cautiously as I placed the rest carefully next to me.
"Here goes" I urged on, grabbing the lighter from my bedside table.
I pressed down on the device, allowing the small flame to form. I gulped down nervously, placing the cig between my trembling lips. I then reached up a with the lighter in my hand, setting the flame at the opposite end.
A few seconds later, the device was flung aside while my cheeks hollowed as I sucked on the suicide stick desperately. I then stopped to clench my teeth, trapping the agonizing fumes. Finally, I exhaled. A trail of smoke followed my dry lips as I let out the breath.
My mind traced back to the now as I scanned the gentle mix of orange and red as it mildly consumed the tip of the paper. Without a care in the world, I put the opposite end in my mouth, sucking, knowing I would definitely feel better after a few drags.
ALEISTER
"Hey, thanks for coming" he said, a careful grin appearing on his face as he motioned for me to sit by him on the wooden park bench.
"So what did you want to talk about?" I sighed out, hesitantly taking a seat.
"Us, Aleister" he said, his grin slowly fading.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"Aleister I really like you" he started.
"I mean I really really like you, like more than a friend" he confessed and I tilted my head in confusion.
"I'm really sorry for what happened today at school and I was gonna wait till the end of the week but" he smiled widely.
"What I really want to say is that I would love it so much if you would do me the honor of being my boyfriend" he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a silver necklace with a crooked heart as a pendant.
"Jason" I sighed out his name, overwhelmed with emotions.
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I had walked to the park and left the same way, declining the offer for a ride. It'd only make me feel even more guilty for leaving him.
I entered the house quietly. As I passed the living room, I saw a sad looking Harry and my mom. She seemed to be trying to make him feel better. I hope it wasn't because of me, I was just really angry.
"I'm going out oh and Harry you seem like a really nice guy n'all but have you once stopped to think about your son and what he might have gone through after his mom left? No right? That's what I thought!" I spat for like the first time in my entire life before leaving the house earlier.
I quietly ignored them, heading towards the kitchen. If I take up food and just say I was making his dinner maybe he'll believe me. Oh dear but I'm a horrible liar, well, it's worth a shot I guess.
I ambled into the kitchen, moving over to the cabinets in hopes of finding the lighter. I searched and searched but found nothing, that's when I noticed the half closed patio door.
I went over to close it but found Ryder. He was back turned, his body seemed stiff as he sat on a patio chair. Curious, I slowly exited the kitchen, entering the patio.
"Leave me alone" he growled out even before I could say a word.
"Ryder?" I called and his tense body immediately relaxed.
"Oh it's you" he said, still not facing my direction.
"What are you-" I was cut off once he turned.
The radiant hazel of his eyes were gone, his skin was pale and his face dull. Settled keenly between his death ridden lips was a lit cigarette. I looked down at his feet sad to find that some more had already been unproperly disposed of.
"Ryder I thought you promised me you would-" I tried to say but his eyes narrowed at me as he interrupted.
"What's that on your neck?"
...................loudly sips tea...................