A/N- this story isn't written in real time, just to clarify. For sake of
argument let's just set it in January. And on to the story. (if anyone's
reading)
(3 days later) "Ty, Tyler, I have to talk to you."
"Yeah ok." Jesse shifted his weight as Tyler walked over, looked at the ground, looked at Tyler's paint splattered, beaten up, pen and marker on the inside soles, shoes. How long since Tyler had had a new pair of shoes?
"Um, um, look Ty," Jesse hesitated. He could feel everyone staring at him. Only Brian knew what was going on though. What do you say? Why are you with your dad? Why didn't you say you were in JuV? "Your mom is dead," rushed out. Oh god. I shouldn't have said that.
"What?" Tyler stared at him, his mouth slightly open. Shocked, unbelieving.
"Brian found your file man. Your mom died two years ago."
"You're lying." Tyler stared at the ground, began moving his fingernails up and down his arms, scratching where the T Shirt didn't cover flesh. Jesse tried to grab Tyler's hands, stop him from hurting himself but Tyler stepped backwards, shoulders curled in. "Don't touch me! You're lying!" Quieter, "You're lying. I did what he said."
"Tyler you got to go the police. OK. Brian's a cop. He'll help you out. K- just, I'm sorry. But-"
"He's a cop? What the hell else did you lie to me about? I, I.Oh god." Tyler kept back up, back hitting a wall.
"Look, Ty-"
"Don't call me that! K! You're lying! SHE'S NOT DEAD!" Tyler pushed Letty off, pushed back Jesse, out of the room. Thundered upstairs, Jesse following, DomBrianLettyMiaandVince following him. Tyler ran into his room, slammed the door but it din't catch in the lock, swung open and Jesse stumbled inside, everyone pushing at his back. He lurched forward, reaching for Tyler's shoe as he climbed out the window, book bag in hand, jumped off the garage roof and onto the ground running. Dom turned and ran out of the house, tried to follow while Jesse leaned against the window frame and watched Tyler run off down the street.
"Shit."
(3 days later) "Ty, Tyler, I have to talk to you."
"Yeah ok." Jesse shifted his weight as Tyler walked over, looked at the ground, looked at Tyler's paint splattered, beaten up, pen and marker on the inside soles, shoes. How long since Tyler had had a new pair of shoes?
"Um, um, look Ty," Jesse hesitated. He could feel everyone staring at him. Only Brian knew what was going on though. What do you say? Why are you with your dad? Why didn't you say you were in JuV? "Your mom is dead," rushed out. Oh god. I shouldn't have said that.
"What?" Tyler stared at him, his mouth slightly open. Shocked, unbelieving.
"Brian found your file man. Your mom died two years ago."
"You're lying." Tyler stared at the ground, began moving his fingernails up and down his arms, scratching where the T Shirt didn't cover flesh. Jesse tried to grab Tyler's hands, stop him from hurting himself but Tyler stepped backwards, shoulders curled in. "Don't touch me! You're lying!" Quieter, "You're lying. I did what he said."
"Tyler you got to go the police. OK. Brian's a cop. He'll help you out. K- just, I'm sorry. But-"
"He's a cop? What the hell else did you lie to me about? I, I.Oh god." Tyler kept back up, back hitting a wall.
"Look, Ty-"
"Don't call me that! K! You're lying! SHE'S NOT DEAD!" Tyler pushed Letty off, pushed back Jesse, out of the room. Thundered upstairs, Jesse following, DomBrianLettyMiaandVince following him. Tyler ran into his room, slammed the door but it din't catch in the lock, swung open and Jesse stumbled inside, everyone pushing at his back. He lurched forward, reaching for Tyler's shoe as he climbed out the window, book bag in hand, jumped off the garage roof and onto the ground running. Dom turned and ran out of the house, tried to follow while Jesse leaned against the window frame and watched Tyler run off down the street.
"Shit."