Hey Guys. Sorry it's been so long. Assessment and then camp have gotten in my way, but now I'm on holidays, so hopefully I'll be a little more reliable. Anyway, this chapter kinda wrote itself, lol, tell me what you think. And looky here, another Evanescence song.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own Reid as much as I beg and plead. Neither do I own Listen to the Rain by the wonderful Amy Lee, I don't even own the voice to sing along with it sigh. I do own the three insignificant people at the end of the chapter but you'll find out about them later ;)
Listen (listen) Listen (listen)
Listen (listen) Listen (listen)
Listen (listen) Listen (listen)
Listen (listen) Listen (listen)
Reid had been waiting at the door for what felt like hours. He wanted to go in and help Tyler. He had crept back down from his room and sat on the stairs while his friend battled this ghost of his past. It had brought on a lot of unpleasant thoughts. Reid knew that he would have to face his stepfather one day, but for a long time that one day had been far away in his mind and he had thought his friends would all be there around him. But seeing Tyler like this, all closed off and alone while he fought the desire and repulsion this had brought, Reid wondered if this was how the Sons of Ipswich were supposed to fight. Alone.
Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
Whispering secrets in vain, (listen listen)
Frantically searching for someone to hear
Their story before they hit ground.
Reid ran out of the house and into the pouring rain. Within seconds he was soaked. T-shirt stuck to his arms and torso and hair hanging limply into his eyes. He looked back at the house, lit from within by a malevolent flickering light, tears mingling with rain as they ran down his face.
Tyler didn't want him. He had heard the cold voices and he had cowered into the shadows, once again locked in the violent throes of a memory. He hadn't heard the end of the argument, hadn't seen the stranger leave. But he sat in the shadows on the stairs as the memory played out in his minds eye. He remained trapped in a nightmare of his own mind until it had played out to the last crushing instant. Alone
Please don't let go!
Can't we stay for awhile?
It's just too hard to say goodbye.
Listen to the Rain!
Finally, without fresh physical injury but with a fresh wound gleaming in his eyes, the clear blood of it running down his cheeks, he stood up. Though no blows had landed on his body he still stood with a stiffness, which had been absent from his steps. Leaning heavily on the rail for a moment he panted, then lifted his head and, setting his sights on the door suddenly drawing away from him, pushed out into unsupported space.
A minute stretched into eternity as he painfully made his way across the open floor to the solid support of the door frame. Alone
Listen listen listen ... to the Rain
Weeping.
The blanket of silence that covered the house was briefly thrown back to show the turmoil at the heart of a young boy as Reid ran out. The door slammed shut and once again the blanket descended, hiding the truth beneath its ensnaring folds.
Reid ran out into the chilling rain, away from everything that hurt, running from pain into the arms of more pain. Alone.
Listen (listen) Listen (listen)
Listen (listen) Listen (listen)
He ran as fast as he could. He had no idea where he was going or even what he was truly running from, he simply wanted to get away.
Completely exhausted he fell onto the roadside. His whole body shook as sobs wracked him. Finally they slowed to a light tremor and he slept. Cold and wet, out in the rain. Alone
I stand alone in the storm.
Suddenly sweet words take hold:
"Hurry!" they say, "for you haven't much time!
Open your eyes to the love around you;
You may feel you're alone,
But I'm here still with you.
You can do what you dream,
Just remember to
Listen to the Rain."
A sleek car pulled up at the side of the road just as the sun poked its head over the horizon. No other cars passed along the road at this early hour but if they had perhaps they might have noticed three youngish men with sober expressions climb out of the dark car and drag a blonde boy into the car. Had any passer by showed too much interest they would soon have learned that one thing the three efficient young men carried under their dark jackets were very well kept guns.
And so Reid was dragged off to god knows where, without anybody knowing where he was or even that he was gone. He was truly alone.
Listen...
Well, well, well, looks like trouble. Who do you think these boys are? Where do they come from? Who do they work for? If anyone can tell me that I will be extremely surprised.
Review for me my wonderful friends and I will do my best to update as soon as I can.
Sammy