A/N: Thank you to all that reviewed! And to Hannah-Cassidy, hi! I'm having
"serious" problems with ff.net and its not letting me review stories.
However I read your story RockeTitanic, and I think its great! Never stop
writing girl! And congrats on the new chapt!
Oh and Michelle, wow you really hit the nail on the head! You almost predicted what happens exactly! Great mind thinks alike, lol. Hope I didn't take the surprise away for ya. It's not exactly the same, so please keep reading. Thanks everyone!
And especially thanks to Sailor Vegeta who reads all of my stories and is one heck of an awesome writer, you rock!
Lars had recently fainted and now was now being consoled by the police officers. They truly could sympathize for the teen and knew that his life would be changed forever. But even as they comforted the teen (Officer Shelly had instructed them to do so, and not put him in jail), their minds were on other topics. No one could stop thinking about the child. The teen would go through a grieving process and bounce back eventually, but the child? The child who had seemed so upset to begin with but not showing any emotion towards the topic of his parents. How could someone so young who was hiding so many mixed emotions in last?
Twister had immediately been sent to a temporary foster home. There were a few other children all of which that had been either runaways or beat. He didn't feel like talking to them, and he sure as hell didn't want to relate to them. This was all going to be over soon. He refused to accept any food, drink, or solace from the people. He wouldn't communicate in any way his emotions or wants to anyone. Trouble was something he was often in; not deep trouble but just being able to bend the rules. He was quite comfortable putting himself in a vulnerable position to being yelled at.
Things only worsened when Mrs. Potter (the home keeper) received news of parent's death. She talked on the phone for a while, about an hour and then with tears in her eyes started to gather Twister's few belongings, his head- set, a lollipop, and a jacket. And although she felt pain for the child there was an open window from his house of hell he was living in that would set him free.
He wouldn't have to change schools, change areas, change anything, except homes, and only one home over too. But tell the child of a new found pain she would not. That would be someone else's. He would only resent the truth for life if she were to tell him, for he resented her, and so she was glad she didn't have to say anything. Telling children that both their parents are dead is no light conversation.
When Mr. Rocket entered the police station he was immediately asked to sign papers of different natures. Then he was allowed to see Lars. Lars was slumped in a chair with red eyes gazing out into space. Lars got up and walked over to Ray.
"I'm sorry", was all Lars said.
Lars needed someone to cry on, to lean on, or someone that he could just be able to know had his back. So making peace with Ray was the first thing on his mind.
Ray put a hand on his shoulder, "Let's get you home huh? We got some talking to do."
"We get Twist first right", asked Lars.
"Of course. And um speaking of which he doesn't know, so do you want me to tell him?"
"No. He's my brother, I'll do it."
"You're a pretty good kid, you know that?"
"Nah."
"Yeah you are. Now let's go, we really have a lot to talk about."
The two left the station and then into the car. Ray was so nervous; he had no idea how to tell Lars the news.
"Um Lars, I have to tell you something."
But then Ray noticed something; Lars was asleep. He decided not to bother him, for he remembered what it was like when his wife died. All he wanted to do was sleep, sleep forever because when he slept he didn't live, and that was good, because when he lived he cried. But that eventually turned back into his regular life, and he knew that there was a grieving process that Lars would go through, but what had him worried as well was Twister. Twister had showed no sign of depression towards his parent's situation. Only to being too overwhelmed with Otto's comments; that was it.
He kept his thoughts to himself, and decided to let fate drive for once.
"Maurice", said Mrs. Potter for the trillionth time, "Can we talk?"
Finally Twister decided talking would be appropriate.
"Okay bitch, let's talk, my name ain't Maurice, so since your wrong why don't you go screw your husband and feel better?" Mrs. Potter was so taken back by the hostility and language used that she almost slapped the child right into next Wednesday. She marched off furiously knowing better to raise her voice to a child in a position such as "Maurice."
Twister smirked finally using words that Lars did when he was mad finally came in handy. That woman wouldn't bother him all night now. Now usually Twister would have felt bad for making a woman upset, and usually Twister would have never even thought to use that language as a solution to annoyance. But this wasn't a usual situation. Things seemed to no longer matter. Nothing mattered. All he wanted right now was his brother to come and get him, storm out of the place, and then maybe hit someone for treating his brother so poorly, (despite the warm efforts of hospitality that had been shown to him).
After what seemed like forever help came. Although it wasn't exactly his brother, (his brother was still sleeping in the car) Mr. Rocket would suffice. Twister ran over to Mr. Rocket happily.
"Hey there Twister", said Mr. Rocket, "You go wait in the car okay? I'll be out there in a few minutes, I hope anyway. Got to clear some paperwork, understand?"
"Sure", said Twister happily.
"Oh your brother is in the car too", said Mr. Rocket, "He's sleeping th-"
"Really", cried Twister excitedly, "Good! Bye!"
"Bye Twister", called Mr. Rocket after the sprinting child.
"Now about that paperwork", muttered Mr. Rocket.
~Car~
"Lars, wake up", cried Twister, "Come on, wake up!"
"Huh wha", mumbled Lars, "Oh Twister hey!"
The two brothers hugged. Only Lars didn't let go, instead he pulled his brother out of his grip slowly and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Twister", said Lars, "We need to talk now."
"What's wrong", asked Twister sensing unwanted emotions by the tone of his brother's voice.
"Um", said Lars, not able to find the words, and easily choking on them, "Mom and dad, they um passed away a few hours ago."
"What", exclaimed Twister, "They're dead?!"
Lars nodded his head solemnly.
"They can't die", shouted Twister, "They're not supposed to die! I hate them! They shouldn't of left us! They can't be dead! It's a mistake! Maybe the hospital made a mistake, that's it! Mom and dad wouldn't leave us! They wouldn't die!"
Lars embraced his brother to stop the rampage.
"Sshh", he soothed, "It's okay. Ssshh."
And then it was over. As quick as it had started it was over. Lars rocked his brother back and forth like a mother rocks a newborn baby. He kept rocking him gently back and forth holding him, and protecting him, and in protecting his brother he protected himself.
When Ray came out he found Lars holding his brother, both asleep. However as soon as the car door opened Lars awoke.
"Hey", said Lars weakly.
"How's Twister", asked Mr. Rocket.
"I told him", said Lars.
Ray started up the engine. Twister shook and lifted his head.
"Ssh go back to sleep", said Lars.
Twister half awake nodded and placed his head once more on his brother.
Ray just wanted to break down and cry right then and there.
"You okay", asked Ray.
"Who me", asked Lars.
"Yeah."
"I guess so. It's just that I really don't have time to "grieve" and all because I got to figure out a lot of stuff."
"Like? What could be more important than this?"
"A few things; living arrangements, Twister, and money. I don't know where my parents are having live with in their will, but I swear if I don't like the family members I'm going with I'm going to do something about it, and there is no way they're splitting me and Twist up. You don't think that they would? Do you?"
"Well um, that's what I kind need to talk to you about."
"I mean that's not going to happen. It can't happen. I'll make sure of it. Plus I'm almost eighteen! I'll get custody of Twist legally anyway. Besides I can pull off an eighteen year old, so there really ain't much of a problem. My birthday is only a few months away."
Then Lars became quiet.
"Something wrong?"
"Just thinking. Turning eighteen is scary enough, but without parents? Damn."
Ray rubbed the teenager's back with his free hand.
"Things will work out."
"How can you be so sure", said Lars who was about to cry.
"Well you see when the hospital called, you're parents weren't dead. They were almost dead."
Ray could have slapped himself right then and there. That wasn't exactly how he had pictured phrasing it.
"I mean your parents wanted to talk to me. They told me to tell you and Twister that they love you both very much. But they also had to talk to me. There was a last minute change in the will."
"Oh", inquired Lars.
"Yeah, um it appears that you're going to be living with me now. You and Twister are now legally under my custody."
Oh and Michelle, wow you really hit the nail on the head! You almost predicted what happens exactly! Great mind thinks alike, lol. Hope I didn't take the surprise away for ya. It's not exactly the same, so please keep reading. Thanks everyone!
And especially thanks to Sailor Vegeta who reads all of my stories and is one heck of an awesome writer, you rock!
Lars had recently fainted and now was now being consoled by the police officers. They truly could sympathize for the teen and knew that his life would be changed forever. But even as they comforted the teen (Officer Shelly had instructed them to do so, and not put him in jail), their minds were on other topics. No one could stop thinking about the child. The teen would go through a grieving process and bounce back eventually, but the child? The child who had seemed so upset to begin with but not showing any emotion towards the topic of his parents. How could someone so young who was hiding so many mixed emotions in last?
Twister had immediately been sent to a temporary foster home. There were a few other children all of which that had been either runaways or beat. He didn't feel like talking to them, and he sure as hell didn't want to relate to them. This was all going to be over soon. He refused to accept any food, drink, or solace from the people. He wouldn't communicate in any way his emotions or wants to anyone. Trouble was something he was often in; not deep trouble but just being able to bend the rules. He was quite comfortable putting himself in a vulnerable position to being yelled at.
Things only worsened when Mrs. Potter (the home keeper) received news of parent's death. She talked on the phone for a while, about an hour and then with tears in her eyes started to gather Twister's few belongings, his head- set, a lollipop, and a jacket. And although she felt pain for the child there was an open window from his house of hell he was living in that would set him free.
He wouldn't have to change schools, change areas, change anything, except homes, and only one home over too. But tell the child of a new found pain she would not. That would be someone else's. He would only resent the truth for life if she were to tell him, for he resented her, and so she was glad she didn't have to say anything. Telling children that both their parents are dead is no light conversation.
When Mr. Rocket entered the police station he was immediately asked to sign papers of different natures. Then he was allowed to see Lars. Lars was slumped in a chair with red eyes gazing out into space. Lars got up and walked over to Ray.
"I'm sorry", was all Lars said.
Lars needed someone to cry on, to lean on, or someone that he could just be able to know had his back. So making peace with Ray was the first thing on his mind.
Ray put a hand on his shoulder, "Let's get you home huh? We got some talking to do."
"We get Twist first right", asked Lars.
"Of course. And um speaking of which he doesn't know, so do you want me to tell him?"
"No. He's my brother, I'll do it."
"You're a pretty good kid, you know that?"
"Nah."
"Yeah you are. Now let's go, we really have a lot to talk about."
The two left the station and then into the car. Ray was so nervous; he had no idea how to tell Lars the news.
"Um Lars, I have to tell you something."
But then Ray noticed something; Lars was asleep. He decided not to bother him, for he remembered what it was like when his wife died. All he wanted to do was sleep, sleep forever because when he slept he didn't live, and that was good, because when he lived he cried. But that eventually turned back into his regular life, and he knew that there was a grieving process that Lars would go through, but what had him worried as well was Twister. Twister had showed no sign of depression towards his parent's situation. Only to being too overwhelmed with Otto's comments; that was it.
He kept his thoughts to himself, and decided to let fate drive for once.
"Maurice", said Mrs. Potter for the trillionth time, "Can we talk?"
Finally Twister decided talking would be appropriate.
"Okay bitch, let's talk, my name ain't Maurice, so since your wrong why don't you go screw your husband and feel better?" Mrs. Potter was so taken back by the hostility and language used that she almost slapped the child right into next Wednesday. She marched off furiously knowing better to raise her voice to a child in a position such as "Maurice."
Twister smirked finally using words that Lars did when he was mad finally came in handy. That woman wouldn't bother him all night now. Now usually Twister would have felt bad for making a woman upset, and usually Twister would have never even thought to use that language as a solution to annoyance. But this wasn't a usual situation. Things seemed to no longer matter. Nothing mattered. All he wanted right now was his brother to come and get him, storm out of the place, and then maybe hit someone for treating his brother so poorly, (despite the warm efforts of hospitality that had been shown to him).
After what seemed like forever help came. Although it wasn't exactly his brother, (his brother was still sleeping in the car) Mr. Rocket would suffice. Twister ran over to Mr. Rocket happily.
"Hey there Twister", said Mr. Rocket, "You go wait in the car okay? I'll be out there in a few minutes, I hope anyway. Got to clear some paperwork, understand?"
"Sure", said Twister happily.
"Oh your brother is in the car too", said Mr. Rocket, "He's sleeping th-"
"Really", cried Twister excitedly, "Good! Bye!"
"Bye Twister", called Mr. Rocket after the sprinting child.
"Now about that paperwork", muttered Mr. Rocket.
~Car~
"Lars, wake up", cried Twister, "Come on, wake up!"
"Huh wha", mumbled Lars, "Oh Twister hey!"
The two brothers hugged. Only Lars didn't let go, instead he pulled his brother out of his grip slowly and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Twister", said Lars, "We need to talk now."
"What's wrong", asked Twister sensing unwanted emotions by the tone of his brother's voice.
"Um", said Lars, not able to find the words, and easily choking on them, "Mom and dad, they um passed away a few hours ago."
"What", exclaimed Twister, "They're dead?!"
Lars nodded his head solemnly.
"They can't die", shouted Twister, "They're not supposed to die! I hate them! They shouldn't of left us! They can't be dead! It's a mistake! Maybe the hospital made a mistake, that's it! Mom and dad wouldn't leave us! They wouldn't die!"
Lars embraced his brother to stop the rampage.
"Sshh", he soothed, "It's okay. Ssshh."
And then it was over. As quick as it had started it was over. Lars rocked his brother back and forth like a mother rocks a newborn baby. He kept rocking him gently back and forth holding him, and protecting him, and in protecting his brother he protected himself.
When Ray came out he found Lars holding his brother, both asleep. However as soon as the car door opened Lars awoke.
"Hey", said Lars weakly.
"How's Twister", asked Mr. Rocket.
"I told him", said Lars.
Ray started up the engine. Twister shook and lifted his head.
"Ssh go back to sleep", said Lars.
Twister half awake nodded and placed his head once more on his brother.
Ray just wanted to break down and cry right then and there.
"You okay", asked Ray.
"Who me", asked Lars.
"Yeah."
"I guess so. It's just that I really don't have time to "grieve" and all because I got to figure out a lot of stuff."
"Like? What could be more important than this?"
"A few things; living arrangements, Twister, and money. I don't know where my parents are having live with in their will, but I swear if I don't like the family members I'm going with I'm going to do something about it, and there is no way they're splitting me and Twist up. You don't think that they would? Do you?"
"Well um, that's what I kind need to talk to you about."
"I mean that's not going to happen. It can't happen. I'll make sure of it. Plus I'm almost eighteen! I'll get custody of Twist legally anyway. Besides I can pull off an eighteen year old, so there really ain't much of a problem. My birthday is only a few months away."
Then Lars became quiet.
"Something wrong?"
"Just thinking. Turning eighteen is scary enough, but without parents? Damn."
Ray rubbed the teenager's back with his free hand.
"Things will work out."
"How can you be so sure", said Lars who was about to cry.
"Well you see when the hospital called, you're parents weren't dead. They were almost dead."
Ray could have slapped himself right then and there. That wasn't exactly how he had pictured phrasing it.
"I mean your parents wanted to talk to me. They told me to tell you and Twister that they love you both very much. But they also had to talk to me. There was a last minute change in the will."
"Oh", inquired Lars.
"Yeah, um it appears that you're going to be living with me now. You and Twister are now legally under my custody."