He Said, She Said; Attyston

[Attyston Thomas]

I blink open my green eyes sleepily, thinking of what had happened in the wee hours of the morning. Connor wasn't beside me, and the water started running. I decide to give him some time to himself, sitting up in bed to rub at my eyes. I glance at the clock- 8:30. And Saturday. I yawn and clamber out of bed, hoping I didn't look like too much of a mess. But, it couldn't possibly be any worse than how I had seen Connor last night. I shuffle down the hall and into the living room. "Morning." I say, heading into the kitchen. I pull open the door to the fridge, looking in but not really seeing anything. "What do you want to eat?" I call, straightening up and stretching. I run my hand over my face then through my hair, I was never really much of a morning person.

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Connor lifted his head as he heard Attyston wander down the hall. He watched him head into the kitchen and open the fridge, then lowered his gaze again at the question. "I don't c-care.." He whispered, coughing, knowing better than to say that he wouldn't eat, but not promising that he would either.
He drew his knees to his chest slowly, chin finding the tops of them as he wrapped his arms around his shins and continued to stare at the carpet, teeth grinding together here and there.

[Attyston Thomas]

I let out a quiet sigh at his stuttered reply. I finally pull out bread, plug the toaster in and push it down. As that starts, I pull out lettuce, turkey, cheese, all that good stuff. Once the bread pops up I make the sandwiches and then stick them in my little toaster oven so that they'd be warm. After I close the door I grab two Rockstars from the fridge adn start back into the living room. I hand Connor one and open the other, taking a sip of it. I look at my feet for a while, not knowing quite what to say. "You have a bit of a story to tell." I finally say, running my hand through my hair. "But you don't have to tell me, I know you probably don't want to." I add, shrugging my shoulders slightly as if it didn't matter. I wanted to be someone he could trust, and I wasn't about to force it out of him.

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Connor bit down on his lip, opening his Rockstar and taking a heavy swallow before leanin back and resting his head on Attyston's shoulder. "I-I need to tell you...before someone e-else does.. Your sister knows m-me 'cos everyone at school hates m-m-me..only rake me serious i-if I'm dealing them drugs." He swallowed, sitting up and looking away.
"Which yeah..m-means I'm on them..uh..m-meth a-and pot..'n drinking.. Party drugs.." A faint cough, reaching to brush tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Uh...y-yeah.." He ran a hand through his hair in distress, sniffling.
"I'm suicidal...I-I-I cut...my f-father physically a-and sexually abuses me." The tears were falling now and he didn't stop them. "Two y-years ago..my brother took a-a friends place in Russian Roulette against me and he ah...m-marked the gun barrel, knew which one h-had the bullet..and took-..took i-i-it to the head.." His voice cracked and he wiped his face. "My mom died that n-night too.. They took my sister a-away from me into foster care..my dad h-hates me now. I'm s-sick, all the t-time..I don't ear m-much food anymore...h-haven't in days..." He couldn't look st him.

[Attyston Thomas]

He takes a swig of his energy drink before leaning over to rest his head on my shoulder before he launches into his story. Soon he sits back up straight and I turn to face him, nodding slightly here and there. Drugs. He did drugs. And sold them. I reach out to take his hand him mine as he wipes a few tears away. I lick my lips as he goes on to tell me that his father abused him -that much I had guessed- and that his brother had died in Russian Roulette. I swallow the lump that had formed in my throat and think of what to do. Saying sorry was definitely not an option. Finally I just wrap my arms around him for a hug. I honestly didn't know what else to do. I wanted to fix things, I wanted to make things better. But I couldn't. "You're not going back there. You're staying here." I say, resting my chin on his shoulder.

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Connor shook with his quiet cries. He hugged Attyston back gently, burying his face in his chest. "Y-you don' have to keep me a-a-around.. 'M used to sleeping on the str-reets.." Another crack in his voice, shaking hands curling tight in the back of Attyston's back, not wanting to be pushed away.
He began to cough, calming himself down some to catch his breath and sniffling. "It's m-my fault he beats a-a-annd rapes me...my fault A-Adam and my mom a-are dead..that I barely get to s-see my sister... I miss them s-so much.."

[Attyston Thomas]

"I don't care." I say, cutting off his argument. "You're staying here, you're not going back. You're not going out onto the streets. You won't let him hurt you, I swear." I continue as Connor rests his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around me. I shake my head slightly as he goes on that it was all his fault. "Its not your fault. You didn't know that would happen." I say, holding him to me protectively. Soon the timer on the toaster oven beeps and I huff, squeezing him before letting him go. "You need to eat." I say sternly, standing and walking into the kitchen. I grab a spatula and put the sandwiches onto plates before walking back in. I sit back down beside him, handing Connor his before taking a bite of my own.

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Connor..liked thebprotective hug. He sniffed a bit an carefully wiped his face, watching Attyston get up. Maybe it was better that he stayed...
Still, he wasn'r so sure about eating, especially now. Attyston had come back with two plates, a sandwhich on each.
Connor prodded at his half heartedly, face sullen as he picked it up and took a small bite. His stomach said he was hungry, head saying otherwise. Finally he resorted to picking little pieces off with his fingers after another bite, trying to come upbwith excuses not to eat.

[Attyston Thomas]

I watch him prod at his sandwich, finally taking a small bite of it. I let out a soft sigh after swallowing my own bite of food. "You don't have to eat all of it, but at least eat a bit of it." I say, biting at my lower lip. He'd told me no more than a minute ago that he hasn't eaten in days. But, with the drugs, he probably couldn't. Still, I wouldn't let Connor starve himself, he already looked like a walking skeleton. I take a couple more bites of my sandwich, mind wandering thoughtfully. I take a sip of my Rockstar before looking over at him. "We need to go shopping. You need clothes, though you look better in my stuff than I do." I state, a wry smirk tugging at my pierced lips, though I push it away.

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Connor scowled, continuing to pick halfheartedly at his sandwhich as he ate. He finally set half of it down and pushed the plate away, smirking a bit at Attyston's comment about the clothes. He was trying to push away the things that happened last night, pretend it didn't bother him as much as it actually did.
Hesitantly he reached for Att's hand, playing with his fingers before lacing them with his own and curling against his side. "I-I don't want you to h-have to spend money on m-me.." He mumbled. He'd blown his last hundred on a fresh amount of meth.
Eyeing Jascaar, he bit his lip, wondering what they would do about the kitten if he really did stay here...
All of this was just a headache. Really, he wanted to drink and smoke and shoot it all away.
He shifted his weight, touching tenderly at his bruised jaw.

[Attyston Thomas]

I eventually eat most of my sandwich before setting it down. I smile gently as Connor takes my hand in his, playing with my fingers before finally lacing his in mine and leaning against me. I roll my green eyes as he says that he didn't want me to spend money on him. "I don't care. I'm not taking you back there for anything." I state stubbornly, shaking my head adamantly. I look over, running my hand through his hair affectionantely, a small smile gracing my lips. "We're going later, not right away. Too early." I say, letting him go to take the plates in my hands. "Turn something on the TV, I'll clean these up." I add, walking to the kitchen. I drop what was left of the sandwiches into the trash before scrubbing the plates off in the sink and setting them into the dishwasher.

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Connor sighed. "I h-have to get my guitar at s-s-some point.." He mumbled dejectedly, clearing his throat.
He modded at Attyston's words towards not leaving quite yet, and curled up on the sofa with his head on the armrest when he got up to take the plates back to the kitchen.
Scratching an arm, Connor reached out and grabbed the tv remote, turning it on and flipping through channels, smiling a bit when he saw Despicible Me was on. It was definitely a favorite. He couldn't help it when it came to cute movies.

[Attyston Thomas]

He was right. A guitar was definitely worth going back for.. No! What was I saying? I wouldn't let him go back, I'd do it myself. Yeah, I'd go and get it myself. Soon I wander back into the living room and sit down beside Connor, rolling my eyes slightly at the movie that was on. Despicable Me. I wasn't that big into movies or TV in general, I was more into band interviews on YouTube and just YouTube in general. I set my feet on the coffee table, leaning back and crossing my arms over my chest. I glance over at Connor, amused by the way he was just curled up on the arm of the couch and laid there. I run my hand over my hair, wondering how much of a mess I was at the moment.

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Connor draped an arm ovwr his thin stomach, eyes on the tv. When Attyston sat down Connor switched sides, laying his head in his lap, a hand on his knee as he gazed at the television, giggling faintly and relaxing. He stretched his aching legs out a bit, yawning. His thin body was shaking, he was hitting withdrawal again.
Another shift of weight, and he gagged a bit.

[Attyston Thomas]

When I sat down he sat up and switched sides so that he was laying with his head on my lap. I run a hand through his hair, smiling softly as he giggled at the movie. I look up a couple times, though I mainly keep my eyes on Connor. I hope he didn't think I was some sort of creep or something. But, who could blame me, even with bruises and such he was fucking adorable. Especially his giggles. I run my thumb over his cheek, then down his chin. I look back up at the screen, rolling my shoulders and moving my head so that my neck would pop. I look back at him, then at the movie that was playing. When it was over we'd go shopping, maybe get his guitar if he was up to it, but I wanted him to able to have enjoyment from something, even if it was for an hour or so.