Chapter 3
A/N Answer to Silent Reapers question: If you remember in part 1, the reverend died. =) Also, yes my other story is sort of like We Are The Carters. My goodness you ask to many questions Reaper! I can't keep up!
Landon drove downtown. He was going to get something he wishes he didn't need. He drove up to the twenty-four hour alcohol shop. He took the kids in with him. He picked up a bottle of whisky and a case of Busch. Soon, it was paid for. Even though he was only nineteen, the twins had gotten him what he needed. He was on the way to the house to drop them off then walk to the cemetary where Jamie had looked up into the sky with her telescope and was now buried. He thought of how he couldn't drink for a while after this, now that he had to go to chemo.
He went to Jamie's grave and talked to her for a while then left, going over away from her to drink. She hadn't approved of drinking much and probably wasn't liking it that he was drinking again. He was almost down to the end of the whisky bottle and had already finished three beers along with that. And yet, to him at least, he had not felt the affect. Sure, he couldn't walk straight, but his mind was still spinning. It screamed long brown hair, caring eyes, simple smile, planets and stars, worn sweater, telescopes, Jamie. His eyes lingered over to her grave, a little blob from where he was. He took another swig of whisky, the last in the bottle, and threw it against the tree making it shatter. Instantly feeling guilty that there was broken glass on someone's grave, he got up, fell over, then got up again and picked it up. "Ow," he said as he cut himself on one of the pieces. He picked them up and then deposited them in a nearby trash can, wiping his hands together to get rid of the little fragments.
He soon was driving home, but he didn't even see the school bus up ahead.
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Blink. Blink. Landon opened his eyes slowly and squinted from the light. "Landon, finally," said a woman near him. He opened his eyes and looked at the talking figure. "Hi mom. Hi Hopey, hi Faith." He was trying to see clearly and was blinking rapidly.
"What were you thinking driving drunk?" started his mother, "You're a father of two now. You I can't /I do things like that now! What if you had died? Faith and Hope wouldn't have any parents!" Landon started to cry, though he tried to hold it back. He felt guilty, but half of him wished he had died. Then he could go be with Jamie. But when he got up there she would probably killed him again for leaving our children alone.
"What happened?" he asked groggily, his voice cracking. "You ran head on into a bus. Lucky for you it was stopped and empty of children. You broke your arm. That's it. You're lucky Jamie is looking out for you." Cynthia leaned over the bed and plopped both children on his stomach. "You should be taking care of them. But, because of your stupid actions, you can't. When I agreed to help you, I didn't agree to do it all." Landon moaned, not wanting to hear it right now.
"Mom, just please. I'll pay you back later, somehow. Just please. For me," his eyes pleaded with his mother and she reluctantly agreed. "But as soon as your well, you're helping. Even if you're doing chemo." Landon nodded. He wished he never had resorted to drinking, but it was too late to change it now. As Jamie always said, "The past is the past, and there's no turning back."
"Gaa ddaeee bjjj!" screamed Faith. Hope crawled up his chest, pulling at his hair. "GADBBBB!" Landon laughed. He would pick them up, but his arm was killing him. Soon, Cynthia picked them up. "Well," she said, "You should be able to go soon, so I guess I'll wait around. I have to give you a drive anyway. Your van was totaled." Landon's mouth fell open. Well, he was going to have to get another vehicle. He was going to have to drive them around.
"Landon, the police wanted me to talk to you," Cynthia said, putting the twins in the stroller. "They revoked your license for 6 months."
"How am I supposed to get around?" asked Landon.
"Maybe you should have thought about that before you started driving while intoxicated," she replied sharply, handing a now crying Hope a rattle. Soon, the doctor walked in.
"Well, I see your awake now Mr. Carter," he said, pulling out the chart from the side pocket beside the bed. He looked it over. "Well, I see no reason why you can't go Mr. Carter. But I would advise that you don't drink and drive again." Landon sneered at him and rolled his eyes. Like he didn't know that?
"Well, Mr. Carter I will sign you out," he said, writing in his chart. "You can gather your things and leave." Landon grabbed his clothes and wallet. "Do you mind if I change?" he asked.
"Go ahead," she replied, giving each child a animal cracker. "Hurry up though. It's time for these kiddo's naps." Landon nodded and went into the bathroom. He emerged in a white tank top and jeans. "I can't wear the top that went over this," he explained, holding up the bag, "It has tons of blood on it." Cynthia grimaced. "I didn't want to hear that Landon," she said, sounding so much like he remembered her. "I don't need to be sickened." She pushed the stroller over to him. "Here," she said, walking away, "You push." Landon grinned and started pushing them.
A/N Shame, shame Landon! LOL Well, please review I live on them. Thanks,
everlasting-oranges aka ~~Alyssa~~
A/N Answer to Silent Reapers question: If you remember in part 1, the reverend died. =) Also, yes my other story is sort of like We Are The Carters. My goodness you ask to many questions Reaper! I can't keep up!
Landon drove downtown. He was going to get something he wishes he didn't need. He drove up to the twenty-four hour alcohol shop. He took the kids in with him. He picked up a bottle of whisky and a case of Busch. Soon, it was paid for. Even though he was only nineteen, the twins had gotten him what he needed. He was on the way to the house to drop them off then walk to the cemetary where Jamie had looked up into the sky with her telescope and was now buried. He thought of how he couldn't drink for a while after this, now that he had to go to chemo.
He went to Jamie's grave and talked to her for a while then left, going over away from her to drink. She hadn't approved of drinking much and probably wasn't liking it that he was drinking again. He was almost down to the end of the whisky bottle and had already finished three beers along with that. And yet, to him at least, he had not felt the affect. Sure, he couldn't walk straight, but his mind was still spinning. It screamed long brown hair, caring eyes, simple smile, planets and stars, worn sweater, telescopes, Jamie. His eyes lingered over to her grave, a little blob from where he was. He took another swig of whisky, the last in the bottle, and threw it against the tree making it shatter. Instantly feeling guilty that there was broken glass on someone's grave, he got up, fell over, then got up again and picked it up. "Ow," he said as he cut himself on one of the pieces. He picked them up and then deposited them in a nearby trash can, wiping his hands together to get rid of the little fragments.
He soon was driving home, but he didn't even see the school bus up ahead.
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Blink. Blink. Landon opened his eyes slowly and squinted from the light. "Landon, finally," said a woman near him. He opened his eyes and looked at the talking figure. "Hi mom. Hi Hopey, hi Faith." He was trying to see clearly and was blinking rapidly.
"What were you thinking driving drunk?" started his mother, "You're a father of two now. You I can't /I do things like that now! What if you had died? Faith and Hope wouldn't have any parents!" Landon started to cry, though he tried to hold it back. He felt guilty, but half of him wished he had died. Then he could go be with Jamie. But when he got up there she would probably killed him again for leaving our children alone.
"What happened?" he asked groggily, his voice cracking. "You ran head on into a bus. Lucky for you it was stopped and empty of children. You broke your arm. That's it. You're lucky Jamie is looking out for you." Cynthia leaned over the bed and plopped both children on his stomach. "You should be taking care of them. But, because of your stupid actions, you can't. When I agreed to help you, I didn't agree to do it all." Landon moaned, not wanting to hear it right now.
"Mom, just please. I'll pay you back later, somehow. Just please. For me," his eyes pleaded with his mother and she reluctantly agreed. "But as soon as your well, you're helping. Even if you're doing chemo." Landon nodded. He wished he never had resorted to drinking, but it was too late to change it now. As Jamie always said, "The past is the past, and there's no turning back."
"Gaa ddaeee bjjj!" screamed Faith. Hope crawled up his chest, pulling at his hair. "GADBBBB!" Landon laughed. He would pick them up, but his arm was killing him. Soon, Cynthia picked them up. "Well," she said, "You should be able to go soon, so I guess I'll wait around. I have to give you a drive anyway. Your van was totaled." Landon's mouth fell open. Well, he was going to have to get another vehicle. He was going to have to drive them around.
"Landon, the police wanted me to talk to you," Cynthia said, putting the twins in the stroller. "They revoked your license for 6 months."
"How am I supposed to get around?" asked Landon.
"Maybe you should have thought about that before you started driving while intoxicated," she replied sharply, handing a now crying Hope a rattle. Soon, the doctor walked in.
"Well, I see your awake now Mr. Carter," he said, pulling out the chart from the side pocket beside the bed. He looked it over. "Well, I see no reason why you can't go Mr. Carter. But I would advise that you don't drink and drive again." Landon sneered at him and rolled his eyes. Like he didn't know that?
"Well, Mr. Carter I will sign you out," he said, writing in his chart. "You can gather your things and leave." Landon grabbed his clothes and wallet. "Do you mind if I change?" he asked.
"Go ahead," she replied, giving each child a animal cracker. "Hurry up though. It's time for these kiddo's naps." Landon nodded and went into the bathroom. He emerged in a white tank top and jeans. "I can't wear the top that went over this," he explained, holding up the bag, "It has tons of blood on it." Cynthia grimaced. "I didn't want to hear that Landon," she said, sounding so much like he remembered her. "I don't need to be sickened." She pushed the stroller over to him. "Here," she said, walking away, "You push." Landon grinned and started pushing them.
A/N Shame, shame Landon! LOL Well, please review I live on them. Thanks,
everlasting-oranges aka ~~Alyssa~~
