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Post by Derek McCallister on Nov 4, 2007 21:36:24 GMT -5
Jordan had been out at the Skatepark all day, trying out new tricks and showing off for the people he called his friends. Around 3:30 in the afternoon, he decided it was time to come home for some lunch, because he hadn't eaten since 10:30 that morning. He hopped on his skateboard and started skating home. It was a long way, considering the Skatepark was about thirty minutes away from his Aunt and Uncle's house. But when he did go home, he was relieved, and hungry as ever. He checked the clock on the wall to the left of him. It was now 4:03. Definately time to eat. He placed his skateboard on the wall beside the front door, and he headed towards the kitchen.
And when he entered the kitchen, what he saw made his heart stop and drop to the very end of his toes. His father was laying on the floor, a knife in his chest where his heart was supposed to be. He couldn't talk, breathe, anything. He just wondered what the hell had happened, and who had done this.
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Post by Evie Parker on Nov 4, 2007 23:05:51 GMT -5
Evie waved goodbye as Logan drove off. She was in one of his band tees and a pair of sweat pants, the smallest thing he owned. The shirt was huge on her frail body but it was better than what she had. As she walked back in the house she went to clean up the mess in the kitchen, she was clutching her wrist then entire time from where her father seemed to have sprained it. At least it was her right wrist and not the one she drew with. Holding herself up against the doorway she saw her brother and watched him stare at the scene before them. Blood everywhere, a small trail led to the door from where it dripped off her hands. "Jordan." She whispered unable to go in because of her fear.
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Post by Derek McCallister on Nov 4, 2007 23:39:00 GMT -5
Jordan heard a noise behind him, and that's when he was finally able to snap back to reality. He turned suddenly to see his sister standing behind him. He couldn't move. His body felt tense and weak, and his face was paler than ever. He just stared at his sister, unable to say anything. But once he finally got his voice back, his words were soft and very unJordan like. "Wha.. what happened here? Did you do this?" His face held no expression. He was, for a time that happened too many times for Jordan, blank.
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Post by Evie Parker on Nov 5, 2007 8:28:46 GMT -5
Evie didn't speak, she just stood there and nodded, although she did figure that the fact her wrist was sprained and she wasn't wearing her own clothes explained at least a little bit. Looking at the body of her dead father did not make Evie sad, angry yes, but she did not cry, she stared at the body with disgust. How this thing was ever related to her she'd never know.
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Post by Derek McCallister on Nov 7, 2007 10:10:33 GMT -5
Jordan breathed in deeply, and let out slowly. He looked back at the corpse of their father, then back at Evie. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Then he reopened his eyes and looked at Evie, his head tilted to the side. He wasn't really sad, just angry, and surprised that someone like his sister could actually do something like killing their father. He looked Evie straight in the eyes. "Why?" He just simply asked.
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Post by Evie Parker on Nov 7, 2007 10:12:31 GMT -5
Evie was so afraid of her brother's responce. His quietness scared her and she hoped her responce would be good enough. "He tried to rape me." Her wrist was still swollen, and felt like it would fall off it hurt so badly.
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Post by Derek McCallister on Nov 7, 2007 10:37:43 GMT -5
Jordan cleared his throat, and he scratched his head. That was the answer he had been expecting, or something like that, but then again he hadn't been expecting it at the same time. He sighed. He no longer cared about the sight of his father, but that his sister was ok. He noticed she wasn't wearing her own clothes but he decided to ignore it. He walked up to his sister and he pulled her into a hug, holding her close to him. Stefani was right, Jordan DID care. He just pretended not to.
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Post by Evie Parker on Nov 7, 2007 17:38:12 GMT -5
"I didn't mean to kill him, just hurt so I could get away." She said as she was pulled into her brothers arms. So he did care about her, sure he hated Logan but at least he cared. "You weren't home so after our father ripped my shirt open and his blood spilt on my jeans I went to Logans. He took care of me."
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