"Guess what kids! We're going out!" Ray shouted as he entered the door.
"Cool. Where to Dad?" Reggie asked, coming down the stairs.
"England!"
"Huh? What's so great in England?" Otto asked standing by his sister.
"Jobs."
"You're kidding! We can't leave Ocean Shores!" Reggie cried hysterically.
"I'm afraid we have to. You know, with Tito gone, the Shack has just gone under. I'm sorry, but I've got a sister out in England who has a friend who has job openings."
"But what about Sam and Twister? We can't just...go! It can't be like that!" Otto shouted, almost in tears. He wouldn't let his tears out, never do that, never.
"We can go, and we have to. That's all there is. We're leaving in three weeks."
"NO! I WON'T GO!" Reggie hollered, tears coming down her cheeks.
"Regg, I-"
"NO!" She shouted, running up the stairs.
"I gotta go out Dad, I'll be back...sometime." Otto said miserably, walking out the door.
"NO! Otto, you're my Best Bro! I can't do anything without you! Now you're just going to leave? It's not fair of him! He can't take you and Regg away from us!" Twister shouted, pacing up and down in his room. Otto had just explained the situation.
"I don't have a choice. I just, I mean, you're a real friend Twist. Thanks. When we go, don't forget me. K?"
"I'll never forget you Man."
"Thanks...Maurice." Otto said, putting out a forced laugh and running from his provoked friend.
Reggie sat in her room crying. No one would ever understand her.
Sure, Otto has Twister. Otto has Sam even. But I could never be like this in front of Trish or Sherri. They're different. Besides, Twist will be sad enough losing Otto, I'd only hurt him by sitting there and crying. Besides, what would I expect from him? She thought. What's sitting in her room for the day going to hurt?
Two days later, Ray had brought home large packing boxes. Reggie hadn't emerged from her room except to use the bathroom. What harm could staying there for a few days do? Ray had gotten Otto to begin packing.
If we get out a week early, wee get extra money from the buyers, that's what we need right now, money. That's all. It'll all be over soon and I'll be settled down someplace good for the kids. It'll be safe and nothing will ever go wrong again. There aren't any murderers in England. Even as Ray thought it, he knew it was wrong. But he just needed that something to hold onto; something that said his decision was the right one.
One week later, Reggie still hadn't eaten or spoken. Otto couldn't take it anymore. He went up to her room. She hadn't gotten the boxes placed there the other day. Otto knocked and got no response. He opened the door...
"DAD!" he shouted, "DAD! HELP!" ray bolted up the stairs, his children were all he'd had left. If anything happened to them now...it would be over for him. He knew he couldn't be that way, he'd have to go on, but he knew he wouldn't last long. Reggie lay on the floor, a pool of blood around her. Her blood. Her blood on the vase. Bits of the vase in her head, bits of the vase straight through her body. The blood, that's what brought in the reality. Reggie had killed herself. She'd never made a sound.
"Otto, go, go call the hospital."
"Dad, it's too late."
"THEN CALL THE POLICE!"
"Dad, it's too late."
"GOD DAMNIT KID, CALL SOMEONE WHO CAN HELP THEN!"
"Dad, I'll call the funeral home."
"No, my baby's not dead. She's not. It's never too late."
"Dad, it's too late." Otto whispered. But still, he wouldn't cry.
HI HI HI HI HI HI HI! I'm really really really tired, so this chapie is only two pages long! Well, if you like Reggie, you were warned about her death before you read the fic, so don't flame for that reason please! If you like it, tell me and I'll continue!
"Cool. Where to Dad?" Reggie asked, coming down the stairs.
"England!"
"Huh? What's so great in England?" Otto asked standing by his sister.
"Jobs."
"You're kidding! We can't leave Ocean Shores!" Reggie cried hysterically.
"I'm afraid we have to. You know, with Tito gone, the Shack has just gone under. I'm sorry, but I've got a sister out in England who has a friend who has job openings."
"But what about Sam and Twister? We can't just...go! It can't be like that!" Otto shouted, almost in tears. He wouldn't let his tears out, never do that, never.
"We can go, and we have to. That's all there is. We're leaving in three weeks."
"NO! I WON'T GO!" Reggie hollered, tears coming down her cheeks.
"Regg, I-"
"NO!" She shouted, running up the stairs.
"I gotta go out Dad, I'll be back...sometime." Otto said miserably, walking out the door.
"NO! Otto, you're my Best Bro! I can't do anything without you! Now you're just going to leave? It's not fair of him! He can't take you and Regg away from us!" Twister shouted, pacing up and down in his room. Otto had just explained the situation.
"I don't have a choice. I just, I mean, you're a real friend Twist. Thanks. When we go, don't forget me. K?"
"I'll never forget you Man."
"Thanks...Maurice." Otto said, putting out a forced laugh and running from his provoked friend.
Reggie sat in her room crying. No one would ever understand her.
Sure, Otto has Twister. Otto has Sam even. But I could never be like this in front of Trish or Sherri. They're different. Besides, Twist will be sad enough losing Otto, I'd only hurt him by sitting there and crying. Besides, what would I expect from him? She thought. What's sitting in her room for the day going to hurt?
Two days later, Ray had brought home large packing boxes. Reggie hadn't emerged from her room except to use the bathroom. What harm could staying there for a few days do? Ray had gotten Otto to begin packing.
If we get out a week early, wee get extra money from the buyers, that's what we need right now, money. That's all. It'll all be over soon and I'll be settled down someplace good for the kids. It'll be safe and nothing will ever go wrong again. There aren't any murderers in England. Even as Ray thought it, he knew it was wrong. But he just needed that something to hold onto; something that said his decision was the right one.
One week later, Reggie still hadn't eaten or spoken. Otto couldn't take it anymore. He went up to her room. She hadn't gotten the boxes placed there the other day. Otto knocked and got no response. He opened the door...
"DAD!" he shouted, "DAD! HELP!" ray bolted up the stairs, his children were all he'd had left. If anything happened to them now...it would be over for him. He knew he couldn't be that way, he'd have to go on, but he knew he wouldn't last long. Reggie lay on the floor, a pool of blood around her. Her blood. Her blood on the vase. Bits of the vase in her head, bits of the vase straight through her body. The blood, that's what brought in the reality. Reggie had killed herself. She'd never made a sound.
"Otto, go, go call the hospital."
"Dad, it's too late."
"THEN CALL THE POLICE!"
"Dad, it's too late."
"GOD DAMNIT KID, CALL SOMEONE WHO CAN HELP THEN!"
"Dad, I'll call the funeral home."
"No, my baby's not dead. She's not. It's never too late."
"Dad, it's too late." Otto whispered. But still, he wouldn't cry.
HI HI HI HI HI HI HI! I'm really really really tired, so this chapie is only two pages long! Well, if you like Reggie, you were warned about her death before you read the fic, so don't flame for that reason please! If you like it, tell me and I'll continue!