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delay!
Twister hadn't really said anything to his defense. Yes defense. It was soon found out that despite the immense beating Twister had taken, the school had soon informed them that he was actually victorious and had beat the crap out of three other guys and they were in the hospital and were not going to be coming out of the hospital for a few days due to damages. No one had ever known that Twister could fight that well to actually win a fight against three solo handedly. After going to the emergency room, (Lars had insisted he only take his brother, just given the social security stuff) they had returned Lars still without a story.
Twister had said nothing about the fight and changed the subject numerous times until finally Lars grabbed his brother's face to get his attention, asked him what happened resulting in Twister hitting his own brother to get free and not speaking for the rest of the trip. Twister had soon found himself on a violent streak and it scared him, yet intrigued him. Secretly though the whole fighting was not what he was truly concentrated on. He was just using it so that maybe he wouldn't have to think about things such as his parents who he still had not yet truly grieved over. When they returned home Twister went up to Otto's room not even wanting dinner. He passed by Reggie and Otto without explanation or care for the conversation that they truly wanted to have.
Lars went into the kitchen to be greeted by Ray.
"Well", asked Ray.
"Nothing", cried Lars, "He won't say anything! He even hit me! I'm gonna kill that kid!"
Now Ray knew that Lars wasn't truly mad at his brother who had become so dear to him, but he was just overly frustrated with the situation that he had found himself in and over whelmed just by life.
"I can't stand that kid", repeated Lars, "He won't say nothing! He keeps acting like nothing is going down when the whole world is going straight to hell! Why won't he say anything? Why can't I figure this crap out? Why in the world would he have a reason to beat up three kids?"
"Well the school called and they told me that he got into the fight with the three kids and Reggie, Sammy, and Otto pretty much confirmed it what the school had said. They were in the back of the room and one kid was just throwing little pieces of paper at him. Twister told him to cut it out, the kid didn't and then in the lunchroom Twister just pretty much lost it and attacked the kid pounding him into the ground. Two friends of the kid jumped in to try and help their friend but Twister had them on the ground too and pretty much did more damage to them then they were able to do to him."
"Where the hell did he get the adrenaline to do that?"
"What do you mean", inquired Ray.
"I mean there is no way that Twister could have the strength to beat up three other kids that were attacking him."
"What are you getting at?"
"Well something must have been stored, built up and then snapped enough so that he had the energy to literally beat three other kids. What is though? What is holding in? It has to be something. There is no way he could have had that enough adrenaline in his body to give him the nerve and strength to do what he did. I mean no one gets that emotional over someone throwing paper at them!"
Ray was taken back by the intelligence that the "dirt bag" teenager possessed. Lars never ceased to amaze him. But after the initial shock of Lars' logic wore off and his opinion registered Ray found only one logical and quite obvious answer that had actually been bothering for him for some time now.
"Son", said Ray gently, "I don't know how to say this without bringing out unwanted emotions, but I am almost positive that this is dealing with your parent's death. Hell, Lars the kid didn't even cry at the funeral. He didn't go crazy when it happened, or completely lose his cool where most kids in his situation would have lost it. He had to move and undergo enormous alterations in his life and not even a cry from frustration and just being overwhelmed with the changes. It's all been building up, and now it's coming out."
"Yeah", said Lars weakly, "That makes sense."
"So what do you want to do about it?"
"Please Ray", said Lars, "I know that you've let me had it my way, the way I want things with Twister, and let me handle him as the parent, just like I pleaded to have it. And trust me, I've been real appreciative that you've given me that respect and given me that responsibility, but right now I don't know. I'm lost Ray, I got nothing to say to think or just to even feel. Please could you deal with him and I'll take a back seat? I call shotgun on this one if you take the driver's wheel. Please, I need help and this isn't exactly a conversation I want to be having. I mean they were my parents too you know what I'm saying? Please do this, I can't take anymore drama, I've had enough and I'm afraid I'll do something wrong. I can't take anymore pressure from this. Please help me."
Ray once again amazed and taken back by the teenager, but this time by accepting that he needed help, something that he was sure to bring up with Otto for Otto never asked for help, too stubborn.
Ray walked over to the teenager that was now sulking in his seat. He bent down to the teenager and put his hands on his shoulders.
"You are a very responsible young adult", said Ray, "And you are going to be very successful in life. Of course I'll help you out. You go take a shower and go to bed, you've had a long day. And please don't worry, I'm sure everything will turn out fine."
Lars smiled, "Thanks Ray, that means a lot to me."
Ray returned the smile as the teen walked out.
~Otto's Room~
"So what do you want to play now you guys", asked Reggie, "I'm getting bored of CandyLand."
"Why don't we call the squid", asked Otto, "Doesn't feel like a party or anything without him."
"Um Otto", said Reggie, "It's not a party."
"Well it could be", snapped Otto.
"Please stop fighting", begged Twister, "My head feels like its going to explode."
"Sorry Twist", said the two in unison.
"Um Twist", said Reggie, "Speaking of your headache want to tell us how you acquired it?"
"You were there", spat Twister.
"Yeah but um we didn't really understand the whole thing", replied Reggie searching for the right words, "Why Twist? Why? What's going on with you?
"Yeah pal", said Otto, "You're not the same anymore. I mean ever since-"
"Ever since what", snapped Otto, "Ever since my parents were murdered? Huh? Ever since my entire family has tried to been my best friend ever since that. Ever since no one says anything to me in the hall? Ever since I had to leave my entire house to live in a freakin room that's not even mine, a room that I have to share with my older brother, share the same closet, hell we share the same bed, Otto! Ever since I had to restart my entire life to fit around someone's life plan for me, a plan that I might not be able to go with it. A plan that I find quite easily! Nothing stays, nothing's golden, and the only constant stability I can count is change! So Otto tell me, have I changed? Ever since what?"
Otto and Reggie with faces paler than the palest white, tried their best to find someway to console their friend and find someway to respond that would suit everyone's needs. Not truly able to appreciate and register the actual problems that had been going on in their friend's life. The confusion and anger and angst held within the child was so immense that instead of him dealing with it, he through it in a box and locked it up inside.
"Twist", started Otto, and that was all Twister needed to go over the end. That was all the "talk back" that he needed to just go crazy.
Twister pounced on Otto striking him and choking him somehow at the same time. Reggie ran out of the room calling for her father to come up and save his son from Twister's grasp.
"DAD", she shrieked, "TWISTER IS KILLING OTTO!"
Ray ran up the stairs as fast as could, his heart pounding and fear with each step he took. How in the world was he to handle this? Soon after his feeling up the stairs and into Otto's room he was followed by Lars who also had heard the desperate plea from Reggie.
Ray picked up Twister by the shirt and held him back as the child furiously fought to free himself and once more attack Otto. Screaming at the top of his lungs and punching everything in sight to free himself, Ray restrained the child by wrapping Twister's arm around him and holding him tightly. In response to this Twister screamed bloody murder.
Reggie helped her brother up whose face was now bloody but not nearly enough to leave a bruise. Twister hadn't truly wanted to hurt Otto yet he wanted to kill someone, something inside that Twister couldn't control. A feeling that was eating him alive and burning him within and yet he refused to face it and so to avoid it he let it out in the most destructive ways. Twister still fighting to free himself from his Ray's grasp was watched in awe by everyone.
Ray shook the child strongly in hopes of stopping the excessive rampage but only caused more frustration and anger. Now in addition to the struggling Twister began to kick aimlessly around him.
"Reggie, Otto", yelled Ray, "Go over to Sam's now!"
The two Rocket children fled from the scene but left Twister still trying to furiously free himself from their father. They knew that their father would not physically hurt him but he would be able to calm Twister and figure out what was wrong.
Lars ran over to his brother and knelt down being sure to avoid his brother's kicks.
"TWISTER", he shouted, "STOP NOW! WHAT IS GOING ON?"
"I CAN'T", shrieked Twister who collapsed onto the floor. Ray going down with the child and still restraining him found himself kneeling as the child wept openly.
"Are you going to stop trying to destroy everything", asked Lars in a firm yet gentle tone.
Twister didn't respond but started to sob. Ray let the child go to see him fall even further down to the floor and sink his hands into his head.
"I WANT MY MOM", wailed Twister to really no one.
Lars grabbed the child and held him as tight as he could. The affection was returned for Twister gripped his brother's back as tight as he could. Then he passed out. Reality had finally caught up with him.
Twister hadn't really said anything to his defense. Yes defense. It was soon found out that despite the immense beating Twister had taken, the school had soon informed them that he was actually victorious and had beat the crap out of three other guys and they were in the hospital and were not going to be coming out of the hospital for a few days due to damages. No one had ever known that Twister could fight that well to actually win a fight against three solo handedly. After going to the emergency room, (Lars had insisted he only take his brother, just given the social security stuff) they had returned Lars still without a story.
Twister had said nothing about the fight and changed the subject numerous times until finally Lars grabbed his brother's face to get his attention, asked him what happened resulting in Twister hitting his own brother to get free and not speaking for the rest of the trip. Twister had soon found himself on a violent streak and it scared him, yet intrigued him. Secretly though the whole fighting was not what he was truly concentrated on. He was just using it so that maybe he wouldn't have to think about things such as his parents who he still had not yet truly grieved over. When they returned home Twister went up to Otto's room not even wanting dinner. He passed by Reggie and Otto without explanation or care for the conversation that they truly wanted to have.
Lars went into the kitchen to be greeted by Ray.
"Well", asked Ray.
"Nothing", cried Lars, "He won't say anything! He even hit me! I'm gonna kill that kid!"
Now Ray knew that Lars wasn't truly mad at his brother who had become so dear to him, but he was just overly frustrated with the situation that he had found himself in and over whelmed just by life.
"I can't stand that kid", repeated Lars, "He won't say nothing! He keeps acting like nothing is going down when the whole world is going straight to hell! Why won't he say anything? Why can't I figure this crap out? Why in the world would he have a reason to beat up three kids?"
"Well the school called and they told me that he got into the fight with the three kids and Reggie, Sammy, and Otto pretty much confirmed it what the school had said. They were in the back of the room and one kid was just throwing little pieces of paper at him. Twister told him to cut it out, the kid didn't and then in the lunchroom Twister just pretty much lost it and attacked the kid pounding him into the ground. Two friends of the kid jumped in to try and help their friend but Twister had them on the ground too and pretty much did more damage to them then they were able to do to him."
"Where the hell did he get the adrenaline to do that?"
"What do you mean", inquired Ray.
"I mean there is no way that Twister could have the strength to beat up three other kids that were attacking him."
"What are you getting at?"
"Well something must have been stored, built up and then snapped enough so that he had the energy to literally beat three other kids. What is though? What is holding in? It has to be something. There is no way he could have had that enough adrenaline in his body to give him the nerve and strength to do what he did. I mean no one gets that emotional over someone throwing paper at them!"
Ray was taken back by the intelligence that the "dirt bag" teenager possessed. Lars never ceased to amaze him. But after the initial shock of Lars' logic wore off and his opinion registered Ray found only one logical and quite obvious answer that had actually been bothering for him for some time now.
"Son", said Ray gently, "I don't know how to say this without bringing out unwanted emotions, but I am almost positive that this is dealing with your parent's death. Hell, Lars the kid didn't even cry at the funeral. He didn't go crazy when it happened, or completely lose his cool where most kids in his situation would have lost it. He had to move and undergo enormous alterations in his life and not even a cry from frustration and just being overwhelmed with the changes. It's all been building up, and now it's coming out."
"Yeah", said Lars weakly, "That makes sense."
"So what do you want to do about it?"
"Please Ray", said Lars, "I know that you've let me had it my way, the way I want things with Twister, and let me handle him as the parent, just like I pleaded to have it. And trust me, I've been real appreciative that you've given me that respect and given me that responsibility, but right now I don't know. I'm lost Ray, I got nothing to say to think or just to even feel. Please could you deal with him and I'll take a back seat? I call shotgun on this one if you take the driver's wheel. Please, I need help and this isn't exactly a conversation I want to be having. I mean they were my parents too you know what I'm saying? Please do this, I can't take anymore drama, I've had enough and I'm afraid I'll do something wrong. I can't take anymore pressure from this. Please help me."
Ray once again amazed and taken back by the teenager, but this time by accepting that he needed help, something that he was sure to bring up with Otto for Otto never asked for help, too stubborn.
Ray walked over to the teenager that was now sulking in his seat. He bent down to the teenager and put his hands on his shoulders.
"You are a very responsible young adult", said Ray, "And you are going to be very successful in life. Of course I'll help you out. You go take a shower and go to bed, you've had a long day. And please don't worry, I'm sure everything will turn out fine."
Lars smiled, "Thanks Ray, that means a lot to me."
Ray returned the smile as the teen walked out.
~Otto's Room~
"So what do you want to play now you guys", asked Reggie, "I'm getting bored of CandyLand."
"Why don't we call the squid", asked Otto, "Doesn't feel like a party or anything without him."
"Um Otto", said Reggie, "It's not a party."
"Well it could be", snapped Otto.
"Please stop fighting", begged Twister, "My head feels like its going to explode."
"Sorry Twist", said the two in unison.
"Um Twist", said Reggie, "Speaking of your headache want to tell us how you acquired it?"
"You were there", spat Twister.
"Yeah but um we didn't really understand the whole thing", replied Reggie searching for the right words, "Why Twist? Why? What's going on with you?
"Yeah pal", said Otto, "You're not the same anymore. I mean ever since-"
"Ever since what", snapped Otto, "Ever since my parents were murdered? Huh? Ever since my entire family has tried to been my best friend ever since that. Ever since no one says anything to me in the hall? Ever since I had to leave my entire house to live in a freakin room that's not even mine, a room that I have to share with my older brother, share the same closet, hell we share the same bed, Otto! Ever since I had to restart my entire life to fit around someone's life plan for me, a plan that I might not be able to go with it. A plan that I find quite easily! Nothing stays, nothing's golden, and the only constant stability I can count is change! So Otto tell me, have I changed? Ever since what?"
Otto and Reggie with faces paler than the palest white, tried their best to find someway to console their friend and find someway to respond that would suit everyone's needs. Not truly able to appreciate and register the actual problems that had been going on in their friend's life. The confusion and anger and angst held within the child was so immense that instead of him dealing with it, he through it in a box and locked it up inside.
"Twist", started Otto, and that was all Twister needed to go over the end. That was all the "talk back" that he needed to just go crazy.
Twister pounced on Otto striking him and choking him somehow at the same time. Reggie ran out of the room calling for her father to come up and save his son from Twister's grasp.
"DAD", she shrieked, "TWISTER IS KILLING OTTO!"
Ray ran up the stairs as fast as could, his heart pounding and fear with each step he took. How in the world was he to handle this? Soon after his feeling up the stairs and into Otto's room he was followed by Lars who also had heard the desperate plea from Reggie.
Ray picked up Twister by the shirt and held him back as the child furiously fought to free himself and once more attack Otto. Screaming at the top of his lungs and punching everything in sight to free himself, Ray restrained the child by wrapping Twister's arm around him and holding him tightly. In response to this Twister screamed bloody murder.
Reggie helped her brother up whose face was now bloody but not nearly enough to leave a bruise. Twister hadn't truly wanted to hurt Otto yet he wanted to kill someone, something inside that Twister couldn't control. A feeling that was eating him alive and burning him within and yet he refused to face it and so to avoid it he let it out in the most destructive ways. Twister still fighting to free himself from his Ray's grasp was watched in awe by everyone.
Ray shook the child strongly in hopes of stopping the excessive rampage but only caused more frustration and anger. Now in addition to the struggling Twister began to kick aimlessly around him.
"Reggie, Otto", yelled Ray, "Go over to Sam's now!"
The two Rocket children fled from the scene but left Twister still trying to furiously free himself from their father. They knew that their father would not physically hurt him but he would be able to calm Twister and figure out what was wrong.
Lars ran over to his brother and knelt down being sure to avoid his brother's kicks.
"TWISTER", he shouted, "STOP NOW! WHAT IS GOING ON?"
"I CAN'T", shrieked Twister who collapsed onto the floor. Ray going down with the child and still restraining him found himself kneeling as the child wept openly.
"Are you going to stop trying to destroy everything", asked Lars in a firm yet gentle tone.
Twister didn't respond but started to sob. Ray let the child go to see him fall even further down to the floor and sink his hands into his head.
"I WANT MY MOM", wailed Twister to really no one.
Lars grabbed the child and held him as tight as he could. The affection was returned for Twister gripped his brother's back as tight as he could. Then he passed out. Reality had finally caught up with him.