Reid waited in the parking lot behind the wheel of his black Chevrolet. His father had finally given in and given his son the car. Now Reid could go anywhere and didn't need to steal Tyler's Hummer, though he probably still would.
The parking lot at the hospital was nearly empty and the sky was slowly darkening. It was around five o'clock the same day and the blonde had come to pick Tyler up. He'd been allowed to leave the same day and Tyler had been all too ready to oblige.
Reid sighed. He didn't understand why all this bad stuff was happening to his baby brother. Tyler had never done anything really, so it wasn't fair. Chase hadn't shown himself since the graveyard and Glen Simms's killing, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't be back. In fact they were all waiting for their enemy to make an appearance.
The blonde looked up when he heard approaching footsteps. Tyler walked up to the passenger side and got in, minding his cast. The two smiled, then drove back to Spencer Academy before heading to Nicky's.
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" Tyler hurry up! Caleb and Pogue are already there!" Reid yelled up the stairs. He was waiting on the landing of the second floor, getting impatient. Tyler had wanted to shower before they went to the bar, and now he was taking forever to get dressed.
" Just wait Reid!" he shot back. God, it seemed that the blonde still didn't understand how hard it was doing stuff with a cast on. It had taken him almost three times as long to shower, due to the fact that he had had to put a plastic bag over his cast and that he'd only had one hand to wash his hair. It was even worse when getting dressed. He had gotten his socks and jeans on; now he was having a hell of a time getting his shirt on. His head was through and his right arm was nearly through.
Almost half and hour later Tyler descended the stairs, wearing blue jeans, a yellow shirt and his usual green jacket. His shoes were a different story. He'd managed to get them on, but tying the laces with one hand…forget it.
He trudged down the stairs, nearly tripping multiple times and found Reid sitting against the wall, sleeping. Typical. Tyler kicked him and Reid jumped, looking around. " Huh? What?" He looked up at Tyler, seeing a pleading face, then looked down at his shoes. He chuckled. " Am I going to have to tie your shows like a three year old? Man, we should just get you some Velcro shoes!" he laughed.
Tyler kicked him again.
" Alright alright!" He gave in and tied the brunette's shoes. When done he stood up and they both trudged down to the man floor and nearly bumped into Ian and Erin in the process.
Erin smiled. " Hey guys." She glanced at Tyler's arm. " That has to suck he Tyler?"
He nodded.
" How's it feel?"
" Feels like a broken arm," he retorted. When she looked slightly offended, he added, " I'm sorry Erin. It's my painkillers," he took out a bottle of pills out of his pocket. " They help the pain but make me a complete ass." He smiled apologetically.
She nodded. " I understand. Well, I don't really understand 'cuz I've never had a broken limb, but I mean I agree that it must hurt…not that I'd know but…so where're you going?" she stopped her rambling.
Reid grinned. " Nicky's. You coming?"
Ian shook his head. " Nope. We're heading to Erin's dorm to-"
Reid held up a hand. " No need to explain dude. We understand."
Ian glared. " To get a sweater jackass."
His smile faded. " Oh. Why?"
" We're going to the graveyard."
Tyler gawked at the pair. " You're going back? After what happened?"
The punk shrugged. " Gonna have to go back sometime. Why not now?" He half smiled and left with Erin.
Tyler smacked the blonde's head.
" Hey! What was that for?" he snarled.
" Does everything you hear need to be turned dirty?" Without waiting for him to answer he continued to the front door.
Reid held his hands out. " What?" He rolled his eyes and followed.
He got out just as Tyler was climbing into the driver's side of his Hummer. He rushed over. " Oh no. I don't think so Baby Boy," he scolded, grabbing the back of his jacket.
Tyler stared. " What?"
" You're not driving with one hand. I have my safety to look after. Give me the keys." He held out his hand expectantly.
" But Reid-"
" Keys, Tyler."
Sulking, he handed them over, defeated. Reid laughed and climbed in, turning on the ignition as Tyler got into the passenger's side.
The ride over was remotely quiet, Tyler lost in his thoughts. It bothered him that he couldn't remember who had beaten him. He'd been trying so hard to remember something; a smell, shape of face, voice. Anything. But nothing came to him. It was as if that part of his memory had been deleted and couldn't be accessed. It frustrated him. And what was worse was the fact that Tyler could remember everything apart from the person who'd committed it, right down to the tiniest detail. He remembered getting angry because something was said about his father, punching someone, getting shoved into a locker, getting punched himself. Falling to the floor, feeling the foot come crashing down on his healing shoulder, rupturing the bone. He shuddered at the memory, recalling the bone piercing his tender skin, the blood flowing…then he'd woken up in the hospital…the damned hospital…
The sudden stop brought him back and he realized they'd arrived at their favorite bar. Reid took the keys out and shoved them in his pocket; apparently he intended on driving back to the school too.
They got out and headed to the door, Tyler taking his time. Reid noticed. " Taking time to smell the daisies Ty?"
He shrugged. " I don't see why I have to come. I don't feel good. And it's roses Reid. Smell the roses."
" Whatever. And what do you mean you don't know why you have to be here? You need fun Tyler! Now come on; the beer is calling to us!" He laughed and guided the youngest inside.
Inside the bar the music was blaring and the teens were partying. The two friends found Caleb and Pogue and walked over.
Pogue grinned. " Well, look who decided to join us." He pounded fists with Reid and ruffled Tyler's hair. " How do you feel Baby Boy?"
" Like shit. I thought we'd established that already." He grinned and cleared his throat. " Well I need a beer." Heading over to the counter he was stopped by two delicate hands on his chest.
" I don't think so," Taylor said in a mocking tone. " No boyfriend of mine is going to drink the pain away." She smiled and Tyler smiled too. She grabbed Tyler's hair, thrusting him forward and grasped his lips with hers.
Tyler put his good hand around her waist, pulling her to him.
Someone cleared their throat and they broke apart. A young man stood behind Taylor, eyebrow raised.
Taylor blushed. " Oh Randy grow up."
He laughed and put out a hand to Tyler. " I'm Randy."
Tyler took it. " Tyler. So you're the ex-boyfriend or over protective friend I'm guessing?"
Randy pulled a face. " Oh God no! Taylor's my twin sister."
Tyler frowned. " Brother?"
" Yepp."
Confused he took a step back, brow furrowing.
Taylor frowned. " Tyler? What's wrong?"
" You never told me you had a brother."
A silence fell between them as the twins looked at each other.
Randy gave his sister a questioning look. " You didn't tell him about me?"
At a loss for words, Taylor just looked back and forward between Randy and Tyler; Randy looking slightly confused while Tyler looked absolutely furious. " Tyler, I…" she trailed off, not knowing what to say. She began to scratch her arm, a habit she had when she was frustrated, mostly with herself.
Randy took her hand, making her stop. His eyes told her that although he didn't know why she'd neglected to mention him, he wasn't upset. She half smiled and slowly gazed back at her boyfriend, apprehension in her eyes.
Tyler was staring at the floor, apparently trying to control himself. Finally he spoke. " I thought we told each other everything. I thought we trusted each other with our lives."
" Tyler I do!" she cried with a desperate edge to her voice. She grabbed his hand but he pulled it back, glaring.
" But you couldn't tell me you had a twin? Where's the harm in that Taylor?" he spat.
Biting her lip she fought for an answer. Nothing came.
Not that Tyler gave her a chance. Still glaring he shoved past the twins and headed for the door.
" Tyler!" Taylor cried, but received the finger from the departing brunette.
She swore and ran her hands through her hair. Randy did nothing, not knowing what he could do.
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Over at the tables, the Sons noticed that Tyler had been gone a while and looked over towards the counter in time to see a fight between the couple. Completely surprised that they'd be fighting, they could only stare as the argument continued and ended with Tyler leaving and flashing the finger.
" What the…" Caleb started and headed over, Pogue and Reid in tow.
" What happened?" Pogue asked.
Taylor shrugged unhappily. " We had a fight."
" No shit," Reid retorted.
Randy stepped forward. " Hey don't go talking like that to my sister!"
Reid took a step as well, nearly nose to nose with the brown-haired boy. " Wha'cha gonna do about it Reese?" he snarled.
" How about I beat your skinny ass into the ground?" There was venom in his voice, anger in his eyes.
Pogue shoved them apart before another, more violent, fight could emerge. " Enough you hotheads."
Still glaring, Randy stood back beside Taylor and Reid stayed where he was, not wanting to stand beside Caleb like an obedient soldier. " So what happened?"
Caleb sighed. " If you'd been paying attention rather then picking fights, you'd know." Running his hands through his hair, he continued. " Taylor didn't tell Tyler about Randy."
" It was a mistake! I just…forgot," Taylor defended herself.
" You call yourself a girlfriend?" Reid spat. Shaking his head he shoved past the group for the door.
" Reid!" Caleb yelled.
He ignored him.
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Tyler breathed slowly, calming himself as he drove down the dark, deserted street. Since Reid still had his keys, he'd Used to start the Hummer up.
He was fed up. Fed up with always being the damsel in distress, fed up with always being last, fed up with people lying to him. He hit a bump in the road and his broken arm against the window. Swearing he glared at the arm, then back at the road. He was fed up with his stupid arm.
Pulling over to the side of the road he turned the Hummer off, eyes ebony. Returning them to their normal blue, he sighed and looked at his arm again. He was so tired of being in pain, taking some pills, then being grumpy. That may have been why he'd taken Taylor's news so harshly. Rubbing his face he cursed himself for being so hard on her. If it weren't for these pills, he'd probably have been more reasonable and forgiven her. But no, he had to take them because of his arm.
The arm. It'd been broken twice, not even having time to heal in between. He knew an alternative way to fix it…though Caleb had told them not to ever do it. It may or may not have side effects. His father had told him that too. Shutting his eyes, his mind was made up. Screw Caleb. Screw his father.
" Fuck them." Making his eyes go black, he concentrated on his arm.
At once a fiery pain shot up his arm as the shattered bones began to fix themselves. Clenching his teeth, he kept going, feeling the bone rearranging itself beneath his skin. They fitted themselves back together, ignoring the wires that bonded them artificially. His skin healed, leaving no traces or bruising. Tears welling up he finished healing the arm, painfully aware of how much power was radiating off of him. Finally the limb healed and he Used a final time to break open the cast.
Tyler flexed his fingers, relishing the feeling of being able to move them without feeling pain. He smiled and opened the window and chucked the broken plaster out. Before closing it he took out his pills, looked at them, and threw them out as well. Shutting the window he Used and turned the Hummer back on. He drove away, not knowing where he was headed.
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