So, I don't know if I will make this multi-chapter or keep this as a ficlet. I was bored from the snow storm and did this in 15 minutes. I might I continue, I might not. We'll see.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
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Time goes by so slow now that they're gone.
It's like they never existed, like they never had a place in her home. She ripped every single thing out of the house that reminded her of them. She couldn't will herself to throw their things away, but she stored them in the attic for when she was ready to relive the memories.
Seth's room was no longer decorated with bright colors and boats and band posters. The map of Tahiti no longer adorned his walls, pictures of him and Summer shoved into brown boxes, valuable comic books sloppily stacked into plastic containers. Another box holds his signature black converses, striped polos, funny tees and jeans.
The pool house is still the same from when Ryan left the first time. Clothes still neatly packed into wicker drawers, pillows and blankets at the end of the bed. The stereo on the bar still has his Journey CD inside it. The desk lamp still sits in the same spot, next to another stack of comic books from when Seth secretly dropped them off for Ryan to read. On the other side of his bed is a small frame with a picture of him and Marissa, smiling. Happy.
Kirsten doesn't know what to do when no one is around. So she lies in bed and sleeps or just stares at the ceiling. She keeps her blinds closed because she doesn't want to look across the patio and see the pool house. Her bed is always empty.
Sandy can't help her. She won't touch him, let alone talk to him. She blames him for everything, for letting Ryan in their home in the first place to letting him leave to letting him be killed. She can't forgive him or won't forgive him, if there's a difference. Until she gets off the bottle, she'll always think that Sandy caused her two sons to die.
Because if Sandy didn't bring Ryan into their home, she wouldn't have taken in another son. And if Sandy didn't let Ryan go to Chino to raise a child that wasn't his, then Seth wouldn't have left. Maybe, just maybe, it Sandy would bring Seth back himself instead of hiring Ryan as his helper, than the cab that was bringing Ryan and Seth to the airport from Portland wouldn't have been hit by a drunk driver going seventy miles per hour in a fifty.
Two summers ago, she had one son and gained another.
And this summer, she lost both.
She could never forgive any of them for doing this to her.