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Author's note: I got this idea a few weeks ago but I wasn't sure if I should post it or not…It's about David going home, and the troubles/problems that ensue. I made some assumptions about his past since the show left some unanswered questions about what exactly happened to him…Please don't hate me for this! (~*~*~*~ means flashback) I don't know if i should continue or not, so please let me know!!! Please R&R!!!!
Note to Lauren: Thanks so much for your help : ) It was (and will always be) VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!!!
Chapter One
A bitter, cold wind swept across the Mt. Horizon campus, leaving behind an icy silence in its wake. The dark night sky was clear, strewn with a handful of stars. Dwight David Ruxton, called David, sat alone in the school's gazebo, his bare hands outstretched towards the bright fire that filled the vicinity with a soft light. His eyes had a distant, far- off look to them; his mind was lost in the world his father had locked him in for so long. A world without escape. The solemn teenager stared at the fire, his eyes filling with tears as his mind replayed raw, astringent memories.
Looking around, he took in his surroundings. Suddenly, every detail became important: the harsh wind, the bittersweet smell of the pine trees, the bright stars in the sky. Everything. The sullen teenager hugged himself to keep warm as his mind continued to wander. As he mulled over more recent incidents, his mind stopped short at a conversation he had had that very day. It had been late afternoon, right after group…
~*~*~*~
"David, can you come to my office for a few seconds please?" Peter asked quietly. David nodded, putting down his copy of John Grisham's 'The Client' to follow his counsellor out of the room.
"What am in for this time?" David asked in his usual uninterested tone.
"Nothing. I got a phone call from your Dad today." Peter answered, watching the teenager closely. At the mention of his father, David rolled his eyes and looked at the floor.
"What did he want? A weekly progress report or something?"
"Not exactly...David, he wants to take you home." Peter stated slowly to make sure David heard him.
"This is a joke, right? He hates me, he couldn't possibly want me to come home." David replied in an effort to convince himself.
"I'm not joking. He is coming to pick you up tommorrow."
"What!?" David exploded suddenly. Peter jumped, startled by the boy's unusual behaviour. "You didn't argue, tell him I'm too messed or something?" David's eyes were wide with disbelief...Or was it maybe fear?
"He was quite determined...He left me no choice but to agree."
"Well that's the general for ya. Always getting his way." David closed his eyes for a few seconds as the information sunk in. "I guess I should get packing." He muttured, getting up to leave.
"You're always welcome here David, if you ever need anything." Peter stopped him in the doorway. "You've come a long way, I'm proud of you."
"At least somebody is." David answered, leaving before Peter could say anything more.
~*~*~*~
Wiping fresh tears from his eyes, David stood and walked slowly towards the Cliffhanger boy's cabin. Tommorrow would be a long day...
TBC...
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Should I continue??? Please review!
Author's note: I got this idea a few weeks ago but I wasn't sure if I should post it or not…It's about David going home, and the troubles/problems that ensue. I made some assumptions about his past since the show left some unanswered questions about what exactly happened to him…Please don't hate me for this! (~*~*~*~ means flashback) I don't know if i should continue or not, so please let me know!!! Please R&R!!!!
Note to Lauren: Thanks so much for your help : ) It was (and will always be) VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!!!
Chapter One
A bitter, cold wind swept across the Mt. Horizon campus, leaving behind an icy silence in its wake. The dark night sky was clear, strewn with a handful of stars. Dwight David Ruxton, called David, sat alone in the school's gazebo, his bare hands outstretched towards the bright fire that filled the vicinity with a soft light. His eyes had a distant, far- off look to them; his mind was lost in the world his father had locked him in for so long. A world without escape. The solemn teenager stared at the fire, his eyes filling with tears as his mind replayed raw, astringent memories.
Looking around, he took in his surroundings. Suddenly, every detail became important: the harsh wind, the bittersweet smell of the pine trees, the bright stars in the sky. Everything. The sullen teenager hugged himself to keep warm as his mind continued to wander. As he mulled over more recent incidents, his mind stopped short at a conversation he had had that very day. It had been late afternoon, right after group…
~*~*~*~
"David, can you come to my office for a few seconds please?" Peter asked quietly. David nodded, putting down his copy of John Grisham's 'The Client' to follow his counsellor out of the room.
"What am in for this time?" David asked in his usual uninterested tone.
"Nothing. I got a phone call from your Dad today." Peter answered, watching the teenager closely. At the mention of his father, David rolled his eyes and looked at the floor.
"What did he want? A weekly progress report or something?"
"Not exactly...David, he wants to take you home." Peter stated slowly to make sure David heard him.
"This is a joke, right? He hates me, he couldn't possibly want me to come home." David replied in an effort to convince himself.
"I'm not joking. He is coming to pick you up tommorrow."
"What!?" David exploded suddenly. Peter jumped, startled by the boy's unusual behaviour. "You didn't argue, tell him I'm too messed or something?" David's eyes were wide with disbelief...Or was it maybe fear?
"He was quite determined...He left me no choice but to agree."
"Well that's the general for ya. Always getting his way." David closed his eyes for a few seconds as the information sunk in. "I guess I should get packing." He muttured, getting up to leave.
"You're always welcome here David, if you ever need anything." Peter stopped him in the doorway. "You've come a long way, I'm proud of you."
"At least somebody is." David answered, leaving before Peter could say anything more.
~*~*~*~
Wiping fresh tears from his eyes, David stood and walked slowly towards the Cliffhanger boy's cabin. Tommorrow would be a long day...
TBC...
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Should I continue??? Please review!