forum Family Dinners (10/10)

Started August 22, 2019 by Deleted user

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"It's okay, I get that. And we're meeting now, aren't we? Nice to meet you." She smiled, trying not to force it. She couldn't keep the little bit of sarcasm out of her voice though. "You look confused."

"You're sitting on the floor." He tiredly shook his head. The night was pressing on and they had school in the morning. "Would you mind if I switched back with Silas, he has something he wants to say to you."

Sam looked down at herself. "Yeah I– uh yeah sure man. I don't care," she said, matter of factly. Was it bedtime yet? Sam should have been asleep a while ago. This evening was too long. Luckily, Silas probably wanted to go to bed too.

As Silas switched back in, he immediately began rambling apologies to Sam for the way that Shade behaved and everything that followed. "Listen, you're probably tired.. I should let you get some sleep." he reached for the door before remembering that they were in his room. Crap, I'm an idiot.
With a nervous chuckle, Silas sat on his bed and ran his fingers through his hair. It had been a long day, and the night was starting to get to him a little. Now that Crystal was home, things were going to become a lot more stressful for him. She reminded him too much of his own mother.
"Sorry.." he mumbled, sliding a sad glance to Sam.

(Sad) She sighed and headed downstairs, past the children, and began to cook, singing quietly as she worked, her red hair in it's usual tight bun as she twirled around the kitchen in her skirt.

“It’s okay . . . “ Cool. Emotions. Super. Sam stood up and walked towards Silas. “Are you good? Or do you want me to go? I can go.”

Sam would never see Silas cry, never again would he allow someone he cared about to see that. He bit back the tears, forcing everything to stay hidden. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" Crap, she was going to know from the catch on his voice that he wasn't telling the truth.

During the entire ordeal, Cleo had stayed in her spot at the top of the stairs. She would never admit it but she had been cowering. The loud voices and the violence had triggered her inner panic and sadistic side enough that all she could do to keep from launching herself into the mayhem was to scratch and scratch at the skin on her arms until lines of red had appeared. The stress had oozed out of her along with her blood.

Now she lay in her bed, completely ignored by the rest of the house. Just as she liked it when she was feeling this way. Cleo smiled gently at herself in the mirror, the picture of a sunny day, but her hand were busy playing with the small knife that she kept hidden in her room. Calm, deadly calm, thoughts sailed through her mind. She noted the time–twelve hours–since her last dose of medication. Des and Crystal would be mad, but her certainly felt more like herself than she had in months.

“No you’re not. Why would you be? Look around. None of us are fine. That isn’t a word in this house. And look at what just happened. I’m not fine and I really don’t think you are either.” Sam wasn’t going to let Silas lie to her about this. He didn’t deserve that. “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but you don’t have to be fine.”

No, he wasn't fine, but Sam didn't need to know. "I know, thank you.. You should probably get some sleep. I can tell you're tired." he only guessed that she was tired since he was too, although Silas had no intention of sleeping for a while.

"Okay. I'll leave you alone then." That was fine, Sam would probably want to be alone too. Sam stepped back, hesitating for a fraction of a moment, then walked to the door. "Goodnight Silas," she said, halfway through the doorway.

"I'll be there in a second darling!" Des called out to Crystal before kneeling down by Nathan. They knew how important the notebook was to him, it was the only thing he had come with when he arrived at the home. He had been there the longest, and one time, he had told Des that it was his mothers notebook before it was his.

"Okay kiddo, breathe in one." They murmured to Nathaniel, fingers tapping against the floor. "It's still alright. The cover just got a little burnt. We can tape it up and fix it." Nathan took in one breath, moving his fingers to trace the name on the cover.

Crystal set the soup to simmer and came out, and knelt to Nathaniel. "Are you okay dear? The notebook got a little burnt hm?" She sighed. "It'll be alright. You'll be okay. Just breath. I'm making some soup for dinner alright? If you want to come sit in the kitchen and talk, you can." She smiled softly, and tapped his nose.

(If anyone wants to associate with the emo kids on the food that's alright)

Min-Hyuk got out a think of cigarettes that he's strategically hidden. He flipped the lighter open and lit it, slipping it between his lips and taking a deep breath. Letting all of the stress flow out of his lungs. He looked at the cigarette blowing out a huge puff of smoke from his lungs, making a little ring front on his face, which only lasted a few seconds them disappeared into the dark sky.

"I'm missing a few…" She heads up to the attic, and opens the window. "Your going to get lung cancer doing that! I won't lecture you dears, just letting you know that soup will be ready in a half hour or so. If your going to smoke at LEAST do it out back, away from the fruits and vegetables, so then you don't fall off and get hurt. Now come down here, I want to spend family time with all of you. At least get a highfive and you missed me!" She then disappeared back down to the kitchen to stir it, smiling softly. "Ohhh loooooove~" She purred.

He turned around and sighed, almost happy that Crystal was back. He turned back around, burning the cigarette on his arm and pulling the sleeve of his sweater down and heading inside.

She smiled as he came down, went over, and gave him a hug. "I hate it that you kids smoke so much. Thank you for putting it away." She smiled and went back to her cooking. "Set the table would you dear?"

He sighed and began to set the table. 나는 담배를 많이 피지 않는다 he says to her as he got the silverware and the plates out.

"You shouldn't smoke at all. There are better ways to deal with stress. Thank you. What do you think of cherry pie for dessert hm?"