Ok, tis fairly late at night and I'm tired, so any inconsistencies and mistakes can be blamed solely upon that.
Other than that: this is were the trouble really starts people. Once again, focussing on Reid but dealing with another of the brother's problems at the same time. Of course, if I use those problems simply to torture and torment Reid I cannot be held at all responsible for my actions. Next story will be based solely upon Reid's issues, I swear! But until then you shall have to bear with me and enjoy a little Tyler torment along the way. Read and Review people.
Disclaimer: Don't own them no matter how much I beg and plead. I even settle for one of them but no.
Light was only just breaking over the horizon but Reid Garwin was already up and about.
He had been up for almost an hour and awake for another two before that. For a long time he had tried to read, but none of the books his friends had brought in appealed to him. They were all too dull or too complicated or they just didn't interest him. After about half he gave up and simply stared at the creamy ceiling of his room. After another hour and a half he was so well acquainted with the ceiling he could have drawn a map. He finally gave up on that too and got out of bed.
Showering and dressing took only moments. He still disliked the sight of his own body, bones poking through and forming odd angles beneath the bruised and scarred skin. So now he was left sitting on the tiny windowsill with a wonderful view of the car park, watching sunrise with only four hours to go until Tyler arrived. The morning air was crisp and cool, blowing in his face and he felt oddly refreshed by the day. It was a new start. While all his memories and fears hung over him, out there somewhere waiting to be faced, for the moment he was safe.
Four hours later a nervous and exhausted Tyler showed up to collect an equally jittery Reid. The hummer filled with a heavy silence as the two boys pretended to be interested in the unchanging scenery. They arrived back at the house and Tyler immediately jumped down from the car, unsure of what to do. Reid climbed down and followed him at a more sedate pace back towards the house.
On the doorstep Tyler stopped and turned to face him.
"How long is this going to keep going?"
Reid stopped and looked at his friend, a feeling of deep unease building in his chest.
"How long is what going to keep going on?"
Tyler's eyes softened and he came forward slightly.
"Reid, I can't help you if you won't talk to me. Can you just accept that I want to help you and at least let me try?"
Reid tried to look away, uncomfortable with where the conversation was going and yet unable to walk away from his friend.
"You're always the one there backing me up when something goes wrong in my life. Hell you're the only one…" Tyler took a step closer and lowered his voice "you're the only one who knows about my dreams. Why can't you let me help you?"
Reid looked at his friend, disconcerted by how close he was. Tyler sighed and reached out, drawing his friend into a hug. Reid trembled sightly at the physical contact. It was one thing to cry in Tyler's arms when he was out of it as he had been at the hospital. But this was another matter. His body rebelled at the idea of having someone so close to him. Abruptly Tyler let go. A crunching sound behind Reid gave away a car as the centre of Tyler's attention.
The blonde boy turned, expecting Caleb and perhaps Pogue to be grinning and waving. Instead a sleek black town car with tinted windows had drawn up at the front of the house. The door opened and a woman in very expensive clothes climbed out. She pulled off designer sunglasses and shook out flowing red locks in the signature style of superstars everywhere. Reid took his eyes off her, puzzled, and glanced at Tyler, who was staring open mouthed.
A single incredulous word made it past the boys lips, but that was all Reid needed to understand.
"Mum?"
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