Connor's secret- chapter 1- death
This is a random, possibly one off story. I may tell you what happens. If you find out what Connor does next.
Connor just stared as he heard the news. He just didn't know what to say what to answer. Abby had cried a lot like he knew she would then shut herself away. He knew she was in denial, she just didn't believe it. It just couldn't be possible... she wouldn't understand why they just said that.
They barely comforted her; just came out with it. She'd fainted and barely missed the coffee table. Then everything had been a blur, nobody knew what to say. Who to ask, what to say... People had called to comfort her but it didn't help, she'd just cried so Connor took all the calls and took their messages. He left them all on her bedside table. She would read them later, she'd be comforted by their notes later on.
Connor walked into her room and just sat there on the corner of the bed. "There was nothing you could do," he told her. He lightly placed a hand on her shoulder which she immediately pushed away.
Abby snapped and twisted around to face him. He couldn't' say that he just couldn't say that! "Shut up. Just SHUT up!" Abby shrieked. She rolled of her bed and stormed down the stairs.
Connor stared behind her in absolute shock- she knew she'd be grieving but pushing him away and blaming him..."Abby, Abby wait," Connor mumbled as he ran down the steps.
Abby stared at him angrily. He didn't- he didn't just say that did he? "No Connor!" Abby yelled, and that was when she pushed him backwards and seeing he wasn't going to leave her alone she just punched him in his face. Connor stumbled and fell heavily onto his back. A huge black eye forming on his face...
"Abby, Abby stop this," Connor mumbled, getting up slowly from his rather uncomfortable location.
Abby just pushed him back to the floor leaving Connor just staring up at her. "He's dead. He's dead!" Abby cried. She stared at Connor for a second and then elbowed him; Connor just sat there and stared at her. Then it sunk in again and Abby ran off once more. Abby slammed the door and Connor tried to get in. She'd thrown a hair dryer at him and he backed away. She wasn't herself. He knew that.
Connor just sat by her door for the whole night. He could hear Abby crying in her room, she'd lost him. Jack was dead. Her brother is dead. There was nothing they could do, nothing they could do to help. They hadn't explained how he'd died. Car crash or something, he couldn't get anything out of her. He had the feeling that Jack had been driving; but he didn't want to imply that it was Jack's fault. He didn't want to say that... He wanted Abby to grieve like she could. But not like this... She was fighting back, terribly venerable like he had never seen. She was never like this. Maybe she has a braking point like so many other people. Connor sat there holding the ring around his neck, he turned it slowly. Ever so slowly breathing in and feeling deathly sick.
He didn't want her to feel pain like he had. He knew she'd lost her parents when she was young and had grown up with her grandparents. But this, this was different. He was all she had... when they had lost their parents they had each other and were more or less okay.
When he'd lost everyone he'd closed up with only Duncan and Tom. He'd stayed with them for a while until they could re-house him.
But he'd almost done the unthinkable. His family were all dead, with only his mother who was simply unable to cope. He had lost it, always carrying the ring to remind himself... We're the weak ones; we're the broken and the disregarded. We're the forgotten part of humanity. The people nobody remembered, the sick and the weak the fragile... He was one of them. But he still had hope. He had friends. And he wouldn't let Abby forget that.
Connor stayed there until he passed out with lack of sleep...
Abby stormed out in the morning pushing the silent form of Connor over to one side; he'd deserved it. It was his fault. She'd more or less kicked him away and all he did was to wake up immediately and staggered upright. He just looked at her and followed her downstairs.
He made her breakfast, if she would at least eat it. He managed to burn himself while making it. He just gave it to her and sat across from her. Barely awake and trying to keep awake. He felt dizzy with exhaustion and sick with lack of food. He stared across at her; he wouldn't sleep until he knew she was okay. He could see her large blotchy eyes from crying.
He just stared at her.
Every time she left him Connor was scared. He was happier if she hurt him than lashed out at herself. So he stayed there, waiting for her to answer him and tell her something; anything.
Abby stared at Connor, he wasn't telling her everything. He was acting really sad. When she had punched him he didn't really care. He didn't really defend himself; he was more concerned for her safety. "Why won't you leave me alone!" she hissed.
Connor looked up in his dazed confused self, he had to sleep he would say something wrong. He would, he wasn't very good at saying the right things in the best of times..."Because I want you to be okay," he murmured.
Abby just stared at him, feeling confused, angry, sad and a little concerned. "It's more than that!" she cried. Connor just stared up at her sadly. He couldn't think of an answer which would make her feel okay...
Connor stared at Abby his eyes becoming moist and disorientated. This wasn't happening. Connor stood up and was about to walk away when he turned. "Abby, please..." he muttered and looked at her sadly.
Abby stood up and looked at him. She walked over to him and shook him angrily. "What d'you think I'll do on my own?" Abby asked. She prodded at his chest hard and waited for Connor to tell her anything. Something... Then she realised something... "Connor... why would you think I'd hurt myself," Abby cried. She looked at him and put her hand do his deeply bruised face.
Connor tried to break free and run but Abby was holding him too tightly, "Abby," he murmured. His eyes were heavy and he couldn't bring himself to say anything at all now. He was too scared of the repercussions...
Abby stared at Connor and hugged him lightly. "What; please tell me," she cooed lightly brushing his cheek. Abby carefully held his hand and stared into her eyes.
"Abby..." he murmured his voice thickening with dread and fear. He stared up at her. He didn't want to tell her, he just didn't want her to know. He couldn't bear her knowing-he couldn't bring up the past. "Because I did," was all Connor added and burst into fits of sadness. His eyes were welling up with tears. "Tom pulled me off the cliff and my cousins brought me to the hospital when I had an over dose," he said in one breath the tears now streaming in thick lines coursing down his face.
Abby stared over at Connor and nodded sadly. "How old were you Con?" she asked placing a hand on his face.
"I was thirteen"
Connor turned and pushed Abby away. He couldn't face it. He pushed Abby back down onto the sofa, lifted up his keys and ran to the door. He wouldn't do it. He wouldn't face any of this right now.
"Just don't, Abby," he told her and ran out the door before he could think fully about it. He just got in the car and drove away...
Abby just looked up at Connor as he drove away. The pain of her brother's death was gone, and simple realisation dawned. Oh no, she murmured and felt a pang of guilt. "Connor!" she yelled after him and ran back to her house. She had to find him before he did anything reckless, before he did anything. She'd forced him to this. It was all her fault, and she hadn't known that. Abby called Jess first and Becker answered her mobile. She had told him Connor had ran off and that he was going to do something... she didn't tell them everything. She didn't want to...
Yeah, I wasn't planning this once. Just the idea sprang to mind.