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Post by Colette on Nov 13, 2009 19:13:47 GMT -5
Oliver sat up, and slowly Colette followed suit. Starring in silence as he pulled out a plastic apple from his pocket. She knew all too well, who's it was. She starred at it a moment as he handed it over to her. Gingerly taking it, she nodded softly.
"Dat Uckle D-Dee's," he gasped, still getting over his tears. "I no mean to take eet. E-eet was...ack...ack-ee-dent."
Her heart was breaking again, and she scooped him back into her arms, placing him on her lap as she held the apple out to him. "I think he'd want you to have it, sweetie." She smiled, though tears came down her face as well. "I know it was an accident, and I know he's not mad at you for taking it." She brushed a hand over his head. "Infact, you have a record of taking it." She smiled gently as she laid a kiss to his head.
'Why is everything so hard?' That was Laura's thoughts, Colette looked up and into the hallway, seeing Laura's door open. "Laura.." It was too soft, too weak. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Laura?"
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Post by Oliver on Nov 13, 2009 19:18:19 GMT -5
Have...have it? No, he didn't want to have it. It wasn't his. It was Uckle Dee's. He couldn't just take it. What if Uckle Dee came back and wanted it? Oliver wanted to have it ready and waiting for him, then he'd apologize for taking it and never take it again. But something about the word "death"--it had such a dark air circling around it--told him Uckle Dee would never come back. Oliver's chin trembled and he tried to be a big boy and not cry anymore, but nothing seemed to be effective.
"No want," he insisted, pushing it back into her hand.
Her voice calling her daughter's name made him sigh, and he looked around, as if Laura was in the room with them. Seeing nobody else, he got off of her lap, though he wanted to stay, knowing they might need some time alone because they had a fight. That's how Mommy and Daddy wanted it when they had just argued--time alone.
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Post by Laura on Nov 13, 2009 19:25:52 GMT -5
"Laura?" Her mother called. Oh she didn't want to go. Taking a deep breath she pushed herself off the bed. Her legs were to weak, and she fell again.
"Ow." She said. She picked herself up again and this time stood straight as she walked into a room across the hall. "Yes?" Her eyes felt so droopy, all she wanted to do was sleep. Yes... sleep good... her mind told her.
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Post by Colette on Nov 13, 2009 19:29:50 GMT -5
"No want,"
She starred down at the apple in her hand a moment, before looking back to Oliver. She wanted to ask why, why he didn't want it. Was it too much of a reminder of that Dean was gone? Did he feel like he wasn't suppose to have it?
She watched him climb off her lap and walk away without a word. Colette simply starred at the empty doorway, until Laura came in. "Yes?" Colette blinked, placing the apple on her bedside stand a moment. Without saying anything, she patted a spot on her bed.
"We need to talk."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 13, 2009 19:39:14 GMT -5
Where in the world as that kid? She turned her head for one minute to answer Andrua's question, and when she looked back, Oliver was nowhere to be seen. Not that they immediately panicked, but things soon turned into a search-frenzy in Benson's room. They couldn't find him anywhere in his room, so Emma had set off in search for him around the rest of the manor. So far, she had no luck.
She'd checked everywhere except upstairs, not wanting to disturb Colette or her babies, knowing the professor was probably stressed out enough with twins. But after coming up empty-handed in the look-around for her son, she had no choice.
Emma appeared in the doorway of Colette's room. "Have you seen--"
Her eyes went to the small blonde figure a few feet away from her, tears apparent on his cheeks. "Oliver!" she cried breathlessly, no longer concerned about his whereabouts but the reason he was crying. She went toward him with her arms outstretched.
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Post by Oliver on Nov 13, 2009 19:40:57 GMT -5
The moment his mother showed up in the threshold, he jumped, taking a step back, pivoting his body in case he had to make a break for it. She came closer, and he only let out a long, high-pitched shriek of displeasure, face scrunched up as he darted back to Aunt Co-Lee, clinging to her body.
"Go 'way!" he screamed, throwing his arm at his mother as if that would ward her off.
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Post by Laura on Nov 13, 2009 20:17:52 GMT -5
So much yelling.. Laura squeezed her eyes shut but couldn't stop the sight of all the angry soundwaves. It hurt. She decreased the volume of everyone. Still flinching from the upset in all the waves. This power was difficult to deal with, even worse then the fire. How does anyone deal with these? You learn to deal with it Her brain battled. Life was so confusing.
Her mother patted the bed beside her "we need to talk" Laura semi-heard. She walked over and sat down just as Oliver jumped back into Colette's arms.
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Post by Colette on Nov 13, 2009 20:23:28 GMT -5
Suddenly, Emma was standing in her doorway "Have you seen-- Oliver!" Colette's eyes drifted to the little boy as he scampered back towards her, clinging to her body. "Go 'way!" Colette's eyes darted from Laura, to Oliver, and then to Emma and back. "Oliver.." She said softly, sad eyes trailing to Emma.
"I'm so..." She shook her head. "I.. he knows." She sighed softly, rubbing at his back as her eyes drifted to Laura. "Are you okay?" She asked softly. Something didn't look right about her daughter. She looked as if she was in pain..
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 13, 2009 20:57:06 GMT -5
Knows? The mixture of emotions in the room threw her off, but something told her Colette meant that Oliver knew about Dean. Still, she wasn't sure that was all he was upset about. "For goodness' sake, Ollie, come here," she tried again, crouching down to his level, arms still wide open.
This only offered more option for retaliation from Oliver, which he gave with full force. He swatted a hand at her again, screeching. "I said--go 'way!"
Her tone firmed, but wasn't harsh. "Oliver Lawrence, don't you talk to me that way." Reaching to touch his hair, he yelled, as though in fear, and scrambled up onto the bed, hiding behind Colette.
Emma's gaze moved to Laura, and her frown deepened. What was going on around here? She made a mental note that once she was done dealing with her defiant son to give Laura a hug and try to help Colette sort what was troubling her out. They both looked stressed.
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She was busy was Maura all of a sudden; all the time--why should she suddenly care about him now? Oliver pouted, folding his arms sternly, adament about staying put. He wasn't going to let Mommy touch him right now. She didn't know what happened. She didn't know how he was feeling. And she sure didn't care about where he was--she was too busy with Maura.
Yuck.
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Post by Laura on Nov 13, 2009 21:07:07 GMT -5
To many emotions and sounds. Laura gave up trying to deal with it and walked out of the room, and into her bedroom. She shut the door pulled away her covers, got in bed. She took one big breath then fell into a fitfull sleep.
~^DREAM^~
Something was burning. She couldn't see what it was, or hear anything. All she knew was something was burning and it was bright.
"Don't you like the smell, Laura?" Laura shuddered. Why did the voice sound like her. She found she couldn't speak so she just shook her head. "Well I do.. I think it's lovely. See how the flames dance? They dance for you Laura.. Your time is up.."
~^END OF DREAM^~
Laura woke with a start and shuddered. She felt very cold. Laura lit a fire in her hands, intending to warm herself up then put it out quickly remembering her dream. What is going on?!
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Post by Colette on Nov 15, 2009 1:37:49 GMT -5
Colette's eyes wandered about the room. From Emma, who was persistent in having Oliver in her arms. To Oliver, who was relentless on making sure Emma didn't touch him. And finally, to Laura, who was oddly quiet. Colette's brows furrowed, and she felt suddenly stuck in the middle of the chaos in her room.
"Oliver.." She turned, looking at him as he hid behind her. "Why don't you want your mommy to hold you?" She asked softly, tilting her head. Laura's sudden movement, made her head fly to watch her walk out without a word.
This just couldn't get any worse.. I figure.. She sighed, watching as Laura shut her bedroom door behind her. I can always talk to her later.. But she knew sooner was always better than later. What if this never got resolved? What if Laura continued to grow further apart from Colette?
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 15, 2009 11:49:10 GMT -5
It was no use. He didn't want to be touched. At least, not by her. Hope snuffed out, she sat down on her heels and kept an eye on the both of them on the bed, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to see if Laura was going to come out of her room. With lowered, concerned brows to looked back to Colette and pointed a thumb over her shoulder, speaking softly about the professor's daughter. "What's up with her?" She'd never known Laura to be closed-off or unfriendly, even to her own mother.
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Grumbling, Oliver folded his arms and sat in an unmoving pout. "Dun yike her," he blurted out, paying no mind to his own candor. "She a meanie." So was Daddy--but he wasn't going to call Daddy a meanie. He might get mad, and he didn't like when Daddy was mad. He was scary. Scary not good.
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Post by Colette on Nov 15, 2009 16:16:37 GMT -5
Silence filled the bedroom for a good minute before Emma spoke up. "What's up with her?" She heaved a large sigh, her shoulders slumping. "Wish I knew." She replied softly with a slight shrug. "If I explained it all, no doubt you would be just as upset as I am.." She continued on.
"Dun yike her," he blurted out, paying no mind to his own candor. "She a meanie."
Colette lifted a brow as she looked to Oliver. "She's not mean. She's your mommy, and she loves you tons." If only Laura would understand that. "She does what she does, to protect you, Ollie." If only, if only... I suppose I'm asking too much, huh?
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 15, 2009 20:57:39 GMT -5
Wish? Only wish? Emma thought telepathics knew everything about each other--they could read each other's minds, for god's sake. "Oh," she hummed, looking at her curiosly, not wanting to press the subject if it truly upset Colette that much. "Sorry. If there's any way I can help..." Giving a shrug, she tried to smile for her. "You know I'm here."
The scream coming from Ollie that proceeded Colette's words toward him made her jump, and she tilted her head to see him better. He squirmed away from her eyes, moving to the side of his aunt now. "I love you, Ollie," she assured him gently. "Come down to me?"
He shook his head, burying his face in her sleeve. "No wub me. Go 'way. Only wub Mo."
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Post by Colette on Nov 15, 2009 21:05:38 GMT -5
"Sorry. If there's any way I can help..." Giving a shrug, she tried to smile for her. "You know I'm here."
Colette smiled softly, her eyes trailing to Laura's door. No sign of her yet, maybe she went to bed. Was it possible it could wait till morning, their talk? But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to get it done and over with. "Thanks." She replied softly with a slight sigh. "It's.. she's twelve, and.. complicated."
"I love you, Ollie," she assured him gently. "Come down to me?"
Colette turned slightly to look at him as he hid behind her sleeve. "No wub me. Go 'way. Only wub Mo." Her brows furrowed as she looked back at Emma. "Oh.. Ollie.." She began, but silenced herself. Emma was sure to know how to handle this situation. Maybe that's how Laura feels? She thought, but then realized, that Laura was twelve, and it was ridiculous for her to think like that.
But then Laura's words echoed in her mind; "While you've been spending all your time with Parker and Eliza, i've been working up here. Like it or not, i've been living in a world that's more dangerous then sitting on a roof all day, Mom."
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Post by Laura on Nov 15, 2009 21:52:20 GMT -5
Laura sat up in her bed. She was drenched in a cold sweat. Laura hugged her knees to her chest and rocked. What's going on? She felt like her skin was on fire, yet knew it wasn't a fever. What's wrong with me? The words of the Voice in her dream echoed.
"They dance for you Laura.. Your time is up.." What does it mean? Laura stood up and grabbed her towel, she needed a shower.
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