InsaneJournal

Week Twelve - Tuesday
Who: Grey and English
When: Around 3AM Tuesday morning
Where: In the farmhouse's kitchen
What: Grey gets hungry and comes out of his brooding bedroom.
Rating: PG 13 for violence and swearing

Since Jed had left on Friday only a handful of people had seen Jed and those were the few that had watched him storm up to his room. He hadn't said a word. To be completely honest he didn't know how to. What exactly could he say to the realization that the person he had been in a relationship with, the person that he had thought was dead for the last few months not only was not dead but was with someone else. It wasn't even honestly that Grey knew how to handle. All he wanted to do was go and hunt Hawk down and kick the living shit out of him never mind what he thought he might do to Nova. She had let him believe she was dead. Although logic would tell anyone that Nova likely didn't think that Grey had thought she was dead, logic wasn't on the table. It had abandon Grey just as quickly as Grey had abandoned the idea that Nova was dead. The one thing he did know was that doing what he wanted to do would get him killed and would put his tribe in a bad position, so instead of taking his horse to the Twin Feathers to inflict some sort of ex-lover's justice, he had locked himself in. There had been multiple knocks on the door and pleading voices. Everyone might have thought everything was alright had there been anguish or screaming, but all anyone had heard was the nails going into the boards that were blocking the window and the door.

By the time Tuesday rolled around he had not slept in day and it showed. Deep circles had formed under his eyes and his knuckles were red from clenching and clenching his fists. Never mind that his hair was greasy where sweat had formed from doing push-ups and sit-ups and any of the other exercises he had done to stop himself from killing anyone. His clothes likely stank from the sweat as well and the fact was he didn't care. It wasn't like he was going to slit his wrists, no he wasn't that type. Nor did he think that death was better than this. The problem was he just didn't even know how to begin to process and deal with anything. He didn't know how to tell his tribe that the woman they had searched for, for an entire month had just gone down to the Twin Feathers. A tribe that could easily has sent word to them.

Voices were echoing in his head; Wolf's, Nova's, his brother's, English's and many others. Each telling him that the relationship was nothing or even better that he was everything to her. His head had continued to pound with the headache that wouldn't seem to go away.

The one thing he had not stopped doing was eating, but to be honest although he would deny it Grey was an emotional eater. It was something passed down from his mother and although he controlled it well, he was not the type to just stop eating. So to avoid everyone and anyone he had been going down to the kitchen late at night when he heard no one and that morning was no different. He had lived in that house since he had been born (literally) so there was no need to turn on any light as she walked down the stairs and turned down the hall that lead to the kitchen. There was no touching of the walls to figure out where he was, he knew exactly where he was which is why that fact that there was a chair in the entry way to the kitchen caught him off guard. He jammed his toe into it and without even the groan of pain, he picked up the wooden chair and smashed it against the kitchen counter. A sigh left his lips then, knowing he;d eventually have to fix it or make a new one. Everything seemed to weigh on him so heavily. Walking over the the fridge he opened the door and started loading his shirt with food, not bothering to look around.