Finn O'Bannon (finnurmind) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-08-14 01:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | finn, rorie |
Wednesday July 16th, 2008
Who: Finn and Rorie
What: Argument turned ugly
Where: Rorie's room.
When: evening
Rating: R for violence.
Note: Hover mouse over Italian for translation
Things were getting out of hand really. Rorie and Finn had had it out on Sunday. There was yelling and screaming and hugging and crying, the whole shebang. Then after Rorie ran off with Tiger, it just heated things up more. Finn had gone to look for his little brother to talk to him, but it seemed he was out, back in Boston despite what he’d been told and argued with Finn over. He called Rorie’s phone countless times, he’d lost count after the 15th time. Each time leaving a different voice mail till it was nearly dark and Finn had gone back to his room to wait for the next day just to see if Rorie had checked his phone. He stayed in his room and didn’t hear a peep from his baby brother. Finally he marched down Wednesday and walked in finding no Rorie. It was getting late so he had to come back at some point right? He took a seat on Rorie’s bed and waited till the other came back.
Walking in laughing, a big grin on his face, Rorie didn’t even notice Finn was on his bed till he hit the lights. “Whoa!” He cried jumping back. “What the hell Finn?” He asked blinking.
“I called you,” the older brother said calmly, looking up at Rorie. “I called and you didn’t answer.”
“I was out with a friend,” Rorie sighed, not liking where this was going. He could tell there was going to be a fight and a bit one. “I was fine okay, we just went driving around today,” he said peeling off his shirt to slip into some pajamas.
“So you can’t just call me back real quick to let me know that you were okay?” He said standing up. He was more scared than angry, but it wasn’t coming off that way. Every time Finn was scared, he’d cover it up with sarcasm or anger. Right then the angry was getting a bit more forward.
“I’m sorry okay. I lost track of time and had my phone on silent. It’s not like I’m avoiding you,” Rorie said turning around and abandoning his search for his pjs.
“I fucking told you what was going on Rorie!” Finn yelled. “I fucking told you what those guys did to me and what they’re gonna do to you when they find you!”
“I know! Jesus Christ! I can take care of myself Finn!” Rorie yelled back. “I’m 25 fucking years old, I don’t need you to hold my hand anymore!”
“I’m not trying to Rorie, you don’t fucking get it!” Finn cried. Things were getting out of hand quickly and he didn’t know how to make it stop. He didn’t enjoy this one bit. He could feel the frustration dripping off of Rorie, but saved himself from reading his thoughts. He didn’t want to open that can of worms.
“What don’t I get then? Oh wise Finn?” Rorie said, a bitter sarcastic side coming out. “Tell me what I don’t know.”
“You have no idea what they hell they’re capable of,” he said looking at his brother. “Sure you know they murder, but they fuckin’ torture you first and then they turn on your family and friends,” he pushed.
“So I’m just supposed to hide at the school forever?” Rorie huffed. “I’m just supposed to sit here and twiddle my thumbs while I’m waiting and hoping that they won’t find me or you or our friends? I can’t do that Finn! I’m sorry, but I can’t!”
“I’m not asking you to,” Finn sighed, getting frustrated himself. “I’m just saying you need to lay low for a bit, just till semester starts.”
“But then I’ll still be here! There’s rules and restrictions about leaving campus and I won’t get to see Garret all that much when school starts!” Rorie cried frustrated. He’d worked so hard this past month or so, gotten himself someone akin to a boyfriend and a handful of friends. Now it was being all ripped away and if he had to pout and whine and stomp his feet to keep them, then so be it.
“Fuck Garret!” Finn cried. “Seeing him’s gonna get you in trouble, not just with these guys! What about mom and dad? What if they find out? Maybe if the guy was closer to your age and not nearly old enough to be your father, they’d be more understanding. He’s too old for you Rorie. He’s not that great of a guy,” Finn huffed. “I’ve heard shit about him okay? It wasn’t exactly painting him in the best light either.”
“No! I’m not giving him up just because you don’t like him Finn!” Rorie said putting his foot down. “I love him and it’s been a fucking long time since I’ve actually felt the way he makes me feel, if not for the first time.” Finn looked at Rorie blankly. Well. . . That had come out of no where.
“You don’t know love,” Finn snort with a bitter smirk. “You’ve never been in love to know what the hell it is! He’s just using you for sex Rorie! As soon as he get’s bored with you, he’ll dump you and spit on you. Garret’s the type of ass that’s all smooth and suave and once he’s gotten bored and tired, he dumps kids like you faster that!” He growled snapping his fingers.
“No,” Rorie said steeling himself. “You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about,” he shook his head. Garret would never do that. He was fucking in the state because of him. . . Right?
“Don’t I?” Finn said.
“Just shut up! I’m not staying out of Boston and I’m not breaking up with Garret! So fuck off!” Rorie yelled at him, pushing him away, not even realizing that he’d gotten so close. Tempers were flaring and what came next shocked and scared them both, but Rorie more so.
Finn grabbed Rorie’s arms hard and shoved him back into the dresser, digging and bruising, even skinning his back along his spine while his hands held him in a death grip that would leave ugly looking marks. Rorie cried out, panicking as things start to float fast instead of their gradual decline.
“Ow! Finn stop it!”
“Don’t fucking tell me to fuck off!”
“You’re hurting me!”
“Listen to me then!”
“Stop it please!”
“Just listen!”
“Finn stop please! You’re hurting me!”
“I need you to listen carefully, you understand?” Finn hissed getting in Rorie’s face.
“Please let me go,” Rorie whimpered. It hurt so bad. The edge of the dresser was digging painfully into his back leaving jagged red lines of scrapped bruising skin while Finn’s fingernails dug into his arms cutting into the skin leaving little bleeding half moons.
“Stay out of Boston,” Finn growled, ignoring his brother. It was for his own good. He had to do this to keep him safe. Finn didn’t want to hurt his baby brother, he just loved him too much to see him get hurt way worse than he was doing. “Stay away from Garret.”
“Finn. . .” Rorie whimpered looking at his big brother scared as things stuck to the ceiling, his bed starting to rise as did the dresser digging further into his back.
“Just please do this Rorie,” he sighed, tired and guilty. “Please don’t go to Boston. It’s not safe.”
Slowly, Rorie nodded. “Okay,” he squeaked as the bed and dresser came back down, doing more damage to the telekinetic’s back. “I promise,” he said actually feeling tears coming on. He wasn’t a cryer, never had been, but this. . . It was scary and he wanted nothing more than to rip away from Finn and go to Garret.
“Good boy,” Finn said letting of his white knuckle grip on Rorie and pulled him in for a hug, kissing his head as he stroked his hair. “ Sono spiacente bambino. ” He said it so softly and soothing like he meant it and Rorie even believed him. He always thought he’d be able to spot a bullshitter, but he couldn’t even see it in his own brother.
“ No mi dispiace. Io non sono andato, ” Rorie said as he let a few stray tears run down his face and he just stayed curled against his brother. He wanted Garret so badly, but he was scared. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.
“ Dai andiamo ti pulito e a letto. Sei fratellino probabilmente stanco, ” Finn said pulling away and kissing his head softly leading him to the bathroom where he washed Rorie’s face, his poor bruised arms and back. Rorie’s legs were too shaky to stand on his own so all he had was Finn to lean on. Not Tiger or Garret, Finn. His older brother helped him change, suddenly self conscious of himself in his underwear as Finn helped him get in a pair of sleeping shorts and an old t-shirt.
It was all so domestic and a flashback to when they were younger, Rorie always needing Finn to look out for him. The things that had floated and come crashing down were swept aside as the older brother tucked his little brother in, careful of his back and arms. “ Non preoccupatevi di questo pasticcio, te lo ripulire resoconto reale e quindi si può dormire un po ', okay? ” Finn asked with a soft smile and an easy attitude like Rorie was just sick and not sore, scared, and wishing to be elsewhere
Rorie simply nodded as Finn gently took his glasses and set them on the nightstand and cleaned up the mess quickly. It was just putting things back in their original places, nothing really broken besides the boy in the bed. “ Buona notte piccola, ” Finn said as he gave Rorie a kiss on the cheek goodnight before he left the room, turning the light off as he went leaving his younger brother alone, scared, and crying.