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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2018 12:24 am
April 19, 2018 School had been normal, the same day in and day out routine it had always been, but as it drew closer to the end of the year, and his birthday, Liam was starting to feel uncertain and nervous. He would age out of the system and would need to find a place to live, unless he could do as he’d planned to do and take on working at the orphanage. He wasn’t even sure if working there would permit him to live there, since he would be an adult at that point. If he couldn’t do that he really didn’t have a second plan, he’d put all his eggs into one basket, and as things drew closer to his birthday he was starting to worry.
With less than two months to go and school finals looming, graduation as well, he had been slipping out late at night and powering up on his own more often. It wasn’t to gather energy, though he did do that from time to time, it was so he could get out and take walks. He needed to clear his head and try and think...to try and calm his nerves. If he let his nerves get a hold on him for too long he’d worry himself to sickness, he’d done it once before.
Maybe, just maybe, he should have gotten himself a job years ago? Classmates of his had started working at 15, though that had been rare, and maybe he should have done that also and saved up his money. He hadn’t though...too sure of his plan; a plan he wasn’t so sure in now.
Running his fingers through his blond hair the dark mirror senshi continued his late night walk, he’d decided on an area of town not too far from the orphanage, he honestly didn’t think he could get to sleep tonight if he tried. He knew it would affect him tomorrow in school, as he’d no doubt be nodding off in class, but could it really be helped?
The only thing he could honestly do was hope no one noticed him being off, whether it be a teacher or someone who knew him more personally, he didn’t want to get into the topic with people. He especially didn’t want to tell anyone who didn’t know he was an orphan.
For a moment he paused, under a street light, and wondered if he shouldn’t perhaps talk to Aloysius and he’s have some sort of idea? But that would be telling the other things he didn’t want to tell him, things he didn’t tell anyone. They were close though…
Pondering this he started walking again, his mind a million miles away as his feet took him back towards the orphanage. It was at some point during the walk that his thoughts started to tire out his mind, something he didn’t think possible this night. It wasn’t until he’d gotten back into his room, and was laying down, that he realized how tired he actually was. He was not expecting it but he was glad for it, he needed the sleep.
Turning off his light he curled up under his bedding. Maybe….maybe he’d talk to Aloysius. Word count: 534
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2019 9:41 pm
July 17, 2019 The shock of seeing his mother, or at least what he was sure was his mother, still hadn’t worn off as he lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. He hadn’t seen her face, not clearly, but he’d seen enough and he knew it was her. He didn’t know how but it had felt like it, it had felt right. If only it had been real and not the illusions of some plant, he had so many questions for her.
At his age Liam was sure he’d never see her, he’d always known the likelihood of seeing her was slim, but he’d always hoped. Hope hadn’t run out...but he’d moved on - he had to. He needed to find a life and live, finally, for himself and not for someone else who hadn’t wanted him. He couldn’t let her ruin his whole life and confine him to an orphanage. He was realizing that, slowly, as he lived outside of the orphanage and it’s high gated stone fence.
Rhona had been the key to that gate and in finding his freedom he was starting to understand some things, starting to grow abit more. The world outside of the orphanage, living on his own, was scary and intimidating so was doing things on his own. But he could get help...he could ask R hona. He didn’t need to wait for his motehr to come back and whisk him away and give him a life and help him find his way. He’d always been independent, at least as much as he could be, but at the same time the idea of making it on his own was scary. He’d worried, endlessly, at night over what he’d do once he aged out of the system. Yet he was scared to make the steps to set himself up for a life outside the place. So he’d found himself stuck in there living a** an adult.
Rhona had taken him from there and offered him more. He’d just had to take it, which he’d done, and now to see her. To have even a slight idera what she might actually look like, if that illusion was somehow correct, it was a jarring shock to the system. He’d wondered, many nights, as a small child what she might have looked like. Who did he get his eyes from or his tanned skin...or his hair color. Most of the kids there knew - they’d known their parents. Some hadn’t though and some of them had wondered the same things as him. He supposed it was normal to wonder about what to most was simple things. What were their names...what did they do? Were they talented with anything? Would they be proud of you? Now he had a small puzzle piece perhaps.
And it was making sleep hard for him - he hated it. Sitting up he huffed a breath and ran his fingers through his hair. Liam wasn’t sure whether to be happy he had this little bit of potential information or if he should hate it. It was a strange sort of feeling for him. Had he been younger, had he still lived there, he’d have been overjoyed to know even a bit about one of his parents. Now he wasn’t so sure.
She hadn’t wanted him, she’d left him and never came looking for him. Never come to ask about the child she’d left, if she had they’d have introduced them. Right?
Shaking his head he stood slowly, tossing his covers to the side, and made for the kitchen in tent upon finding something to drink and get some air. He needed to get back to sleep but those images, those beckoning gestures...a slender hand on his wrist. It was all so much for him. All things he’d wanted for so long...and now he’d had it..but it had been a lie. And now he wasn’t sure he wanted it even if it had been real.
Pouring himself a drink he nearly choked on it in his rush to occupy himself with something, anything, other than thinking about her.
Rather than sitting in a chair the teen sat himself on the kitchen floor, one leg stretched out and the other bent up at the knee. Sipping his cold drink he tipped his head back against a cabinet. What would he do if he ever did meet someone who looked like that illusion? What would he do if he ever met her? He was sure the second was impossible but the first was possible, he hadn’t seen her whole face, it was possible to see someone who looked like what he’d seen.
“I’ll ignore it.” He whispered out loud to himself. Taking another sip from his glass. He’d ignore it if he ever saw someone who looked like that plant created illusion. He couldn’t think about that image or of her. He had to move on, keep taking steps forward. He’d given up on the hope, however weak and damaged it had been, of ever seeing her. He’d given up on that the moment he’d accepted Rhona’s offer.
“No going back.” There really was no going back. Not because he didn’t want to, not that he did want to go back, but because Rhona would never allow it. She was...motherly in a way. But he got the feeling it was new to her to be motherly but it wasn’t something he’d caused. He didn’t know why bt she seemed more a fighter than one who was suited for nurturing a person...and yet she could.
He was glad for that. She was his key to freedom. He’d needed her, even if he hadn’t realized it, but she had seen it when he hadn’t. She was good with people, better than she likely thought she was, as he’d found out and continued to see it as he lived under her care.
He was glad she’d found him when he hadn’t thought he’d needed finding, and help. Word count: 1,003
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 1:08 pm
July 30, 2019 Having a job, which didn’t consist of helping with caring for the other children at the orphanage, was still a bit thrilling to him. Most people didn’t like their job, and he could understand that, but he couldn’t say the same. His was a job he was ok with, mostly because the owner was good to him. Rhona had given him a life outside of the confines of the orphanage and she let him be himself. She let him grow as he needed without stifling him and trying to make him conform to standards he didn’t want. She did nudge, or push, him into training and learning how to be a senshi but he was ok with that. It was, he figured at this point, a small concession. He couldn’t help but be a senshi so he might as well learn how to actually be one.
Deciding to put some of his money to use, and perhaps make Rhona proud, Liam had signed up for a gym membership a little under an hour ago. If he was going to be a senshi, and at risk of being killed by man eating plants, he might as well learn to fight and gain some strength. It wasn’t like he was living at the orphanage where he could lift kids all day, they would enjoy having him pick them up all day, he needed to actually pay to lift weights.
It was boring, it was just counting reps and lifting weights, and no one was really around. He didn’t see how people enjoyed places like this, and he wasn’t even that social of a person. It was just too silent, even for him, and with nothing seeming to be happening in the place aside from what he was doing and two workers shuffling about here and there and occasionally asking if he needed anything.
Shaking his head, again, he went back to the small weights he was working with. Hopefully Rhona would be proud when he got home and told her what he’d been out doing. He wanted her to see that he was trying...that he would become some sort of a decent senshi, at least he was aiming for that.
With dumbbells in both hands he started again with the rows, he’d been told they were called by a passing worker. He wasn’t sure what he’d move to next, maybe he’d actually ask one of the shuffling about workers who seemed rather bored with life at this moment. It was a good idea, since he really didn’t have a clue, as they did work here and should have a clue - right?
Counting reps in his head, maybe he should bring his headset next time and do this to music, Liam finally set the weights down and straightened himself out. A look around showed him where both workers were, and that some more people had arrived in the gym. Shrugging off the fact more people were here the teen made his way towards the front counter to ask for help. Apparently the workers who knew more, worked with people, were also just arriving and one would be over to help him. These two just ran the front of the place and didn’t know as much - how nice.
Agreeing to that he went to find himself a place to sit and wait on the floor for them, by the weights he’d just finished using. Hopefully he could get some help and continue to come, and get help, so he could make Rhona proud. Word count: 592
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 9:44 pm
August 8th, 2022 Liam was at home eating lunch, something he’d had delivered from a taco place. The little tacos were filled with veggies and a little bit of meat. He had a preference for veggies and fruits over meats, it wasn’t that he was vegan or vegetarian or anything like that, it was just preference.
What he wasn’t expecting, as it was the middle of a Monday, was for someone to knock on the door to his apartment. Figuring it might be Rhona, he didn’t know anyone else who might seek him out, the blond headed for the door to answer it. It wasn’t Rhona, it also wasn’t her wife, rather it was some older gentleman in a suit. They looked serious, not to mention business like, as they asked him to confirm his name and where he’d grown up.
“Why do you wanna know where I grew up? I already confirmed my name - it should be obvious where I grew up.” He wasn’t really interested in whatever game this guy was playing, and he didn’t like someone questioning him about his past. When the man nodded Liam figured it might all be over - he was wrong.
The man introduced himself as a lawyer for a women named Charlotte Payne, apparently she was his mother, and he’d been hired to find him. She had indeed given him up for adoption, he’d been a b*****d child she’d needed to hide from her husband, but now she was sick and none of her legitimate children were a match.
“Wait a moment - she wants me now only when it suits her.” Only when she needed him for her own gains. “If she wasn’t sick she wouldn’t even look for me.” Shaking his head, he didn’t need to ask the lawyer the question as he was already certain of the answer. “I don’t care, I’m not interested. I’m not obligated to do anything for her - I’m not her son.” He answered, a bit harsher than usual for him. She hadn’t even taken the time to name him and write it down on the letter she’d left him with. He didn’t have her last name nor a first name she’d have likely wanted for him.
Why did he owe her anything?
He didn’t.
“Tell her I’m not interested. She can figure it out with her actual family.”
As the lawyer went on to explain that she didn’t need an organ transplant, just bone marrow, Liam was still shaking his head. “I don’t care, what part of that don’t you understand?” He questioned before he pushed the man back, not with too much force, and slammed the door shut as soon as he was able to. Locking it he pressed his back to the door, slowly sinking to the floor.
After all the years he’d lived in the orphanage waiting for her, refusing families which had wanted him, and now when he’s started to make a life for himself and given up on her. “She turns up now…” And not even her, personally, but someone else on her behalf. You’d think if you needed something, like she apparently did, that she would come here personally to speak with him and apologize. She had hurt him, deeply, and he’d been an innocent child…a product of her mistake. Why had he needed to pay the price for all those years. Now she wanted him to pay even more, if he was even a match, but why should he pay any more for her?
“No.” He whispered with a shake of his head, his food for now forgotten.
“I’m not helping. I can abandon her like she did me…” He didn’t care, honestly he didn’t, because he didn’t know her. She’d made this easy for him. But he was still hurt that when she finally turned up in his life it was like this. It wasn’t even proper.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 11:00 pm
August 8th, 2022 Work was as usual, easy going, he was glad for the job especially considering he didn’t have so many rude and out of control customers to deal with. He’d heard horror stories from retail workers about how horrible some of their customers has been, especially in certain types of retail. Grocery stories didn’t seem as bad as clothing stores for instance. He was lucky though, at least he thought he was, what he didn’t expect was someone to come right up to him and asked him his name - was he Liam?
That was certainly an odd thing but he answered that he was, he assumed a customer had mentioned him to this person, so he didn’t think too much of it though it was a bit odd. He wasn’t that noteworthy, not someone to tell others about, at least he thought as much anyway.
He expected the man to mention a wife, or sister, maybe even a friend who had told him about this place and how Liam had helped her. He didn’t know why he assumed it would have been a female in this man's life, he just assumed as much, but he didn’t get anything close to what he was expecting.
What he got was the golden blond haired man shouting at him about not helping to save their mother - that he was going to let her die. The man was both taller and broader than he was, and Liam wasn’t the smallest of people himself, but the older man was larger than he. Stepping back a step, then another, Liam shook his head then. “I’m not killing her, whatever she has is.” He answered. He knew what she had, some sort of cancer, he couldn’t remember the exact name and to be honest he didn’t care either.
“I don’t even know her so how can I kill someone I don’t know?” He knew how, he really did, but this woman wasn’t his mother. He didn’t know her so why on earth was this man calling her their mother? She might be this man's mother but not Liam’s - never Liam’s mother.
“You know, you didn’t even introduce yourself and just started shouting at me.” Which was rude as far as he was concerned, since he didn’t even know who was shouting at him and who he should be addressing. He was certain this was an older half brother, considering he said the woman who was dying was their mother, but he also didn’t really care. He’d never had a sibling, much as he might have wanted them, and now to be shouted at by such a person. At least he got to see them in person, unlike his mother? He supposed that might be a step up in things…right?
As Liam took note of people staring, and whispering, he had to act and stop this madness. Rhona wouldn’t like this, and she would hear about it no doubt, but he also didn’t need the whispers and people thinking he really was killing his own mother - which he wasn’t. Reaching out he pushed the blond haired man. “You need to leave. I don’t know what you are talking about - I’m not killing anyone. You’re causing a scene and you need to leave and not come back.” This wasn’t what he needed to deal with, not today or any other day. He wasn’t about to change his name and he needed this person to leave, to stop before people did start to question him. It was, after all, sort of true but it wasn’t like people would think. It wasn’t like he was killing the woman who had raised him. He was just denying bone marrow to the person who had given birth to him, but had never raised him. He wasn’t sorry about his choice, even though he’d only been confronted by this whole thing two days ago. He knew where he stood and he wasn’t going to budge.
Watching his brother, a very odd thing for him to think about, leave while cursing. Liam was able to relax after several slow breaths. Moving about to calm the customers down he headed towards the backroom so he could get himself a drink - he needed it. He also needed to see if there was anything for his sudden headache, all that yelling had really affected him. Word count: 726
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2022 10:24 pm
August 27, 2022 Even now he still visited the orphanage, though it seemed many of the children had been adopted over the years, the place was dwindling in numbers as both children and help moved on in their lives. It was a good thing to see and he hoped one day the place would close because such a place was no longer needed, that people wouldn’t go dumping their children off at such a place to be raised. He’d not had a bad childhood but it was lonely in a way….he felt different from classmates in school and he kept to himself, not wanting anyone to ever know where or how he lived. He’d been good at secret keeping, he still was, it had however kept everyone in school at a distance from himself. It had bothered him in the beginning, when he was younger, but he’d grown into things and became comfortable as an outsider.
As he stepped out of the orphanage he felt a bit othered again, from here now, because he had a home and a job and he’d moved on from here. This wasn’t his home anymore…he didn’t whisper stories to children at night or sing to himself in the timed showers he took every night. The food wasn’t held in group fashion at a long, rickety, wood table which had seen far better days - a long time ago.
As he stepped outside, fingers running through his golden blond hair, he couldn’t help but look up towards the sun as its warmth beat down on tan skin. He’d always been good at taking color; come every summer, and he’d hold onto it for a good portion of the fall, but to be honest he always had a bit of color to start with. He wasn’t sure where it came from, he’d never looked into his genealogy, but he was certain that would tell him where it came from.
Shielding his eyes, it was too bright, he was surprised when he heard someone shouting his name. It was an unfamiliar females voice, he didn’t know anyone who sounded like that, her voice was…accented but not really. It just sounded different, perhaps somehow more proper, either way it had him looking towards some female in heels running towards him with a raised hand.
“Can I help you?” Hesitating as he asked this, unsure who she was and how she knew his name, he wasn’t prepared for her to slap him nor was he ready for the shouting. He caught bits and pieces, he was busy nursing a reddening cheek, from her shouting. Something about her mother - their mother and how could he kill her and they just needed a little bit of bone marrow and it wasn’t that bad - what was he scared? She even offered to hold his hand if he was scared.
Finally piecing things together he held up a hand to silence her, finally noting that she was about his height, his hand was nearly in her face as it brought her lips together in a not so happy expression.
“I don’t owe her, or you, anything. She dumped me. None of you have the right to find me now that you might need me, now that it benefits you.” Because where had they been all these years? Why had no one come for him? If they could find him so easily why hadn’t they? Why had they left him here for so long? Why now? Just because he could give them something….but they could never give him anything.
“You didn’t care about me but now you want me to care about all of you and your feelings?” He questioned before shaking his head and walking past the golden haired female, ignoring how the cyan eyes narrowed at him in silent fury. He did however duck in time to avoid her swing as she seemed intent on leaving his other cheek red. Brushing off her insults, because why did they matter to him, he pushed her away as he headed off.
“You can tell everyone that they should go back to treating me like they always did - as if I didn’t exist.” Because he’d prefer it that way. Because he was good with being an outsider who no one talked to and no one knew. He preferred that and he didn’t want them, this family, now that he’d waited so long and been let down. It hurt knowing that they had only found him, with what he assumed was a fair amount of ease, only so they could ask him to give them something. They didn’t want him because they actually wanted him…because they wanted to make him family and get to know him…to make up for lost time. It hurt, as he clutched his chest, he thought he might want to talk to Rhona. He needed to talk to someone and Rhona was the only person he was honestly close with.
Lowing his hand from his chest he went to pull out his phone, by now he was a good distance from the female who had assaulted him. Liam was going to assume she was a half sister, due to how old she looked, and what he wouldn’t give to have had siblings years ago. Now that he had siblings he didn’t want them.
Dialing Rhona’s number he waited for her to answer. Word count: 898
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2022 8:07 pm
September 20th, 2022 Liam hadn’t noticed anything off when he’d started up his computer, he was off this morning and didn’t go into work till mid day, but when he logged into facebook he noticed something was going on. He’d never had so many people messaging him in private and tagging him. Checking the messages it became pretty damn clear something was up - something big. It might have been the abuse of caps lock or the curses flung about the messages but it was clear to him something was up, something big and not good.
It took some time, maybe ten minutes, but he figured out what had happened the previous night. Sometime around midnight the previous evening one of his half siblings, he didn’t like using the word sibling at all, had taken it upon themself to post on facebook how their mother was dying and her youngest son wouldn’t help and save her. Apparently everyone else in the family had been tested and none were a match…and the youngest, Liam, was refusing to be tested. He could be the one who could save their mother - but Liam was refusing to even be tested.
Perhaps worse was how they’d mentioned the confrontations and how cold he’d been, how he’d told them to leave and to not talk to him - that he didn’t care. They hadn’t mentioned who Liam was or his past…his lack of connection to the family. He was sure that was done on purpose, so people didn’t know why he’d refused to help a stranger and their family. Other family members, judging by the last names they all had, were commenting and adding to the fire, acting surprised and devastated, some even called him horrible things while saying how ungrateful he was - as he had no reason to dislike his mother or her family. Surely they knew he’d never been a part of the family, they’d had to have noticed his lack of existence in their lives till now.
Clearly, at least to him anyway, they were trying to get other people involved who didn’t know the truth. For what purpose he could only guess. Perhaps to get them into his job to try and pressure him into giving to their demands? Maybe they were aiming to get him fired or something from his job? As if that would happen, Rhona knew what was going on, though he’d have to tell her about this latest development. This could become a problem for her business, and he didn’t want that, he owed her a lot for helping him. She’s given him a home, a family of sorts, and a job so he could make a life for himself - finally. He’d never thought he’d have any of these things, they’d all been denied to him by his birth family.
As he got up, padding to the fridge, he went to grab a bottle of v8 juice and grabbed a glass, he kept them fairly high up in the cabinets, he considered what to do. Did he strike back and tell his side of things? Did he tell the internet that he’d grown up in an orphanage? He’d tried to hide that for so long, especially from classmates, he didn’t want people to know. Did he admit to how stupid he’d been? Waiting for his mother to return for him…and turning away families who had wanted him. Or did he let himself continue to be dragged by them?
He could always go after them - start harassing them as they’d been doing to him. He could find them and their jobs and start letting their jobs know what sort of people they were. But would it even do anything? Would anyone care? It seemed like a good idea but he wasn’t certain. He didn’t want things to backfire, that would be bad for him and perhaps Rhona’s business. He had to tread carefully.
Sipping his drink he shuffled back into the living room and sat himself down at his computer, should he just ignore it all for now? He most certainly could ignore it, for now, but he knew he’d need to do something at some point. The question was what to do.
Reaching for his phone, and unlocking the screen, he went to send a quick text to Rhona to let her know. While he did that he went to check his own social media, only to find it in the same state. He was being tagged on twitter by family members and their friends and co-workers of his mother, and maybe even other people, all berating and shaming him for what he wasn’t doing. None of them knew the truth, he was certain of it, unless they are as selfish and insane as his own family seemed to be.
“Great, just ******** great.” Another sip of his drink, while he wondered if 9am was too early for alcohol. He figured Rhona would be ok with it, she might even approve of it, but he really wasn’t certain it was the best of ideas. He might wind up saying things online, or to Rhona whenever she undoubtedly called him, that he’d regret because they’d blow up in his face.
Grabbing his phone again he sent another text to Rhona asking about a movie tonight and drinks, when he figured it might be safe to drink without him doing anything too dumb.
“This is such trash.” His family was such trash. Why did he finally get what he’d always wanted, a family, and have them turn out to be trash? He was just grateful he was finding this out from a distance, without them having come to bring him into the fold properly, he got to see what they were and make a choice to not get involved with them.
Spotting a tweet that was threatening to hold him down and grab his bone marrow themself, that really sounded violent, Liam sent in a report to twitter on it - followed by four more reports for that same person. Settling in he started reporting any of the violent ones, any threats, and other tweets which violated twitter guidelines…it was at least something he could do against them while he waited to hear from Rhona. Word count: 1,039
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2023 3:54 pm
April 23rd, 2023 Things had gone silent with his half sister and half brother, thankfully, it seemed to have instantly stopped when Jett’s lawyers got involved and restraining orders were put in place. He felt like he could breathe again, and not have to keep looking over his shoulders. He’d even had time to open up his life a bit, in a way he’d never thought about nor considered, dating was an entirely new thing to him. He’d never considered it whilst growing up, for good reason, and when he’d gotten to living on his own it had never really crossed his mind. He’d been focused on making a life for himself, saving for the things he needed, and bettering himself and finding a path in life to walk.
Starting college was something he’d never figured he’d have the luxury of and yet now he was attending, and he was working hard for his good grades, and work was another place where he poured in his all and did as well as he could. He wouldn’t allow himself to fail because he knew what it was like to have nothing. He wanted to start building up things for himself and so he focused on them.
Liam had been dealing with a lot and his family, though he was remis to call them that, had been adding undo stress to him but with that gone he found himself in a new situation. He still didn’t know how, or why, he’d let himself be so vulnerable and open himself up to some stranger who he didn’t know. He’d gone from helping a drunk to helping them get sober and now he was dating them. Maybe it was just that need which he’d never had before surfacing, a likely thing really, but he wasn’t mad at it. Though he really hoped Aloysius knew how serious this was for him, that he was opening himself up to being hurt in ways he couldn’t afford to be hurt again. He’d already lost his family…if he lost someone else.
But he suspected the other did know and understand, from personal experience, and maybe that was why he felt safe with Aloysius and in allowing himself a relationship with the sometimes Negaverse General. The other wasn’t likely to leave him or in some way screw him over. Safe was something he needed because he didn’t want to become attached to someone, or something, and lose it. It would devastate him and he knew it…it would ruin how his life was going, just as he’d ruined possible good childhoods for himself in the past.
That all might change, though he hoped not, as he looked down at the text message on his phone. Some unknown number, though he could suspect who it belonged to, had texted him. They knew who he was dating, and had picture proof, they couldn’t help but muse how far up the ladder he had climbed. Going from some unwanted orphan to dating a Sharp. It must be a skill he’d gotten from his father, who had tried to climb up the ladder by seducing the person's wife. That was how he knew it was his step father finally making an appearance, even if it was only via text message. So he was being called a slut, in a manner of speaking, and was being compared to his father. Better he be compared to his father than his mother he supposed, though he didn’t know his father, he figured anything was better than having something in common with her and the rest of her family.
As he packed his notebook and textbook away he wondered how to deal with this, his gaze again dropping to his cell phone innocently sitting on his desk. He could tell Aloysius and bring him into this whole mess but he didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to make this anyone else’s issue. It was enough that Jett had been brought into this, though he was pleased with the results from that, but did he want to tell Jett who he was dating? He doubted the other would care, aside from likely telling him to be careful or something like that, but did he really want to add more to the man's shoulders? Jett did a lot, he was certain of it, and if he told Rhona he knew she’d go off and hunt down his family and cause a scene of some sort.
He didn’t want anyone else to deal with this…this was his burden. Shifting his shoulder bag he headed out of the classroom and down the hall. Classes were, for him anyway, over for the day and he had a bus to catch so he could get home. Maybe on the way he’d stop off and grab a coffee and something to eat, it was tempting since he could do with a small meal right about now. It would also give him some time to figure out just how to handle this, because he didn’t want to bring others into this.
Almost in a daze Liam walked out of the building and towards the bus stop that was located on campus, to help people like himself get around the city. He didn’t notice the time go by as he waited for the bus, but he knew some time had passed. He was still trying to figure out how to handle this, because he needed to do something, he couldn’t just ignore this all like he'd originally tried to do. When the bus came he climbed on board, paying as he went, and sat himself down as far away from others as he could. His phone was burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t stop thinking about that simple message with a picture attached to it.
He only shook himself out of his daze when the bus finally stopped near a cafe he liked to grab food at. Getting off he walked the short distance to the case and headed inside, smiling a bit as a bell above his head chimed, and headed for the front counter to order something quick to eat and a coffee because honestly the caffeine was needed right now.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2023 2:42 pm
April 25th, 2023 He’d fought not to do this, to not get tested, but in the end he was giving in. His step father had seemed almost gleeful, and a tad bit smug even, when Liam had been picked up. The man had offered to pick him up, likely because he didn’t trust Liam to cooperate, and Liam had given him a location to meet because he was not having the man at any residence he occupied. He wasn’t letting the man get too close to his personal life, for several reason, it was as soon as just as he was entering the car that he’d hit the record button on his phone resting screen down in his lap.
The airtag which Melody had equipped him with was slipped down his sleeve, and into his hand, before it was wedged in the crease of the passenger seat he was settled into. No one would notice it, unless they had someone clean the whole inside of the car, and by then they’d be found by Melody.
To break the ice, at least he tried to make it seem that way, Liam started by asking his mothers name…since he didn’t know and he’d like to know who they had him trying to save - didn’t he have a right to know at least her name. “Cassandra…” That was his mothers name…he finally had a name to put to the mysterious woman who had given birth to him. In the past that would have been a blessing to know, some scrap of information on his family but it didn’t matter so much now. Now he was going to use this information against them rather than cherish it.
“Thank you…” He might as well seem grateful, and maybe somewhere deep down he sort of was. He had after all always wanted to know and it was hard to shake things which had followed you for so many years, at least entirely shake them. But that was, if it was still there, buried deep down inside of him and they had done that to him. They had hurt him and turned him against them.
He didn’t ask more, he didn’t really want to, had they approached him in a different way he might have cared and been concerned even. He might have asked about her health but he couldn’t bring himself to do so, he wasn’t that good at acting, though he was certain his nerves might cover up for the poor acting he didn’t chance it. He remained silent, listening to his step father talk about how he was going to help them if he was a match and then he’d vanish again - like he’d never existed.
Noddinghis head, not saying anything, Liam had let the man speak. It wasn’t until they were pulling into a parking lot outside a lab that he spoke once more. “If I do this…I want to know who my father is. I was told you know. I deserve that for doing this. I’ll vanish, like you want, but I want to know that.” Since he’d never have his mother and since he was willing to comply, though he didn’t promise not to get others involved in things, he figured he might be able to get this information from his step father.
Watching his step father, as they were both getting out of the car, the man seemed to be thinking about it and weighing the pros and cons of giving him this information. Meanwhile he’d made his way to the man's side, phone still in hand and recording, he wanted to get this on audio if the man did decide to divulge this information to him. “I won’t involve you or your family. I understand you don’t want me…and that you can’t have me around. We’ll both keep out of your lives.” Trying to assure the man, in order to get what he wanted, he was pushing a bit but he had something to gain here and he needed it. He could only hope his father wasn’t like this man and his family…that his father had no part in throwing him away.
Finally his father spoke up and gave a last name - Anastasio. The man had been the family chef and had been deported after he’d been caught. He didn’t need to ask what his father had been caught doing, though he did for a moment wonder if he’d been caught in the actual action of bedding his mother…or not. Either way it didn’t matter. His step father didn’t know the man's first name, even admitted to not caring, but that was enough for him. He had a proper last name, and if he ever wanted to he could change his last name. Melody might be able to track things…maybe…or maybe it was asking too much to have her track someone to their home country. The name sounded Spanish or maybe Italian - so he asked, while his step father was opening the door to the labs entrance. Checking Liam in, the older man answered - Italy.
Taking his seat, the man next to him to assure he didn’t leave or anything, he wasn’t surprised when the man followed him into the exam room fifteen minutes later. He hadn’t argued it, even if he was uncomfortable with it, he understood it and was willing to play nice with things. While he sat there he let the doctor do the normal things, not that he understood why such things were needed, he heard his step father trying to hurry things so they could just get the swabbing done and leave - he had things to do and a wife to check on.
When it was done, the swab being stored properly so it could be sent out and dealt with, he asked how he’d get the results. When it was mentioned that email could be done he offered up that he and his father, deciding to play into hiding his real relation to the man, would both like the results email to them so if he was in classes his father would see them first. Watching his step father as he spoke the man didn’t seem pleased, like he wanted the results to himself, but he gave in and decided it was a good idea. They’d both provide an e-mail for the results to be sent to.
When they left the room they both added their emails to the paperwork, with Liam using an e-mail account that had been set up just for these results. He wasn’t going to use his actual email and he wanted to make sure Melody had access to the results as well. It was almost a random email address rather than something personal and including part of his name. That done he followed the man outside, not at all ignorant to the tension in the air now. “You can just drop me off at the cafe you picked me up at.”
He was not having the man drop me at his home, or any other home, but he wasn’t going to damn well walk from here to anywhere nor was he spending money on a bus when he shouldn’t have to. This man was being inconvenient to him and he wasn’t going to allow that to continue on into how he got home.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2023 5:43 pm
April 125th, 2023 Melpomene fell through the mirror and landed on the wooden floor of his living room, gasping as he landed right on his injured leg. “s**t!” Cursing, the blond rolled onto his side and pushed himself up slowly, oh so gently, before taking a few moments to right himself and stamp down on the nausea he felt. He was not making a mess in his apartment; he would not be sick here. Not only did he not want to empty his stomach out onto his floor but he was certain he couldn't manage to clean it right now.
Taking a few minutes to stand there in the living room he finally managed to shuffle his way to the bathroom, being oh so slow about things, he lowered himself to the tiled floor so he could get into the cabinet under the sink and grab the bandages, alcohol, cotton balls, and anything else he figured he was likely to need. The pants he had, no longer his uniform pants, were slowly wriggled out of and tossed to the trash can in the bathroom. There was no way he’d be wearing those again, the blood would never come out. The whole time he worked his hand hurt, and he did baby the hell out of it, but he was making it work however slowly that was.
First he needed to clean his hand and get it wrapped, at least he thought that might be the best way of going about things. Uncapping the alcohol he grit his teeth, and nearly dropped the bottle, as he poured the clear liquid onto his hand. It burnt, a lot, and he nearly let the bottle fall from his fingers due to the sudden shocking pain. He knew it would hurt but knowing and experiencing are two entierly different things and ******** did he know that.
Dabbing at it with cotton balls and than starting to blaze gauze on the palm of his hand he wrapped it slowly and secured it. He needed some bend in his hand, even if it was likely to open things up, but he needed to move his hand some so he gave a bit of slack in the wrap.
With his hand done he started to work on his leg, kicking something from the sudden pain of the alcohol poured on his leg. “********.” Another curse and he wiggled his abused toes as he worked on cleaning and drying his leg so he could place the gauze on the area and wrap his thigh slowly. He wasn’t too tight, at least not the second time he wrapped it, as he needed circulation when he wrapped this. Either way it hurt and it stung and he was still bleeding, though it had slowed enough he wasn’t going through the gauze thankfully.
Slowly he put things away, scotting along the tile floor to do things, it wasn’t until everything was neatly back in the cabinet before he was slowly using the countertop to help pull himself back up and onto his feet. “This really sucks.” And he’d managed to clean the bathroom floor using a towel, which was no in the trash, but cleaning the living room floor would be so much since it was drips, drops and splashes here and there in a clear path from the living room to the bathroom.
With the clean up and bandaging done Liam decided to grab a drink for himself and crash…he’d worry about the rest later. Sleep was supposed to be healing and he certainly could use some of that right now. Water bottle in hand he headed for the bedroom, leaving the half finished bottle on the nightstand, he climbed into bed gingerly and lay himself down to sleep. Tomorrow he’d deal with school and whatever else needed his attention. Right now he’d sleep and try not to think about anything else, including the senshi who had stepped in to help him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2023 7:23 pm
April 25th, 2023 He had a meeting with Melody coming up, to go over things, the results had come in earlier this morning and he knew she had them also. He hadn’t opened the email but he knew it had arrived, he’d been eating breakfast and checking his email at the time, when he’d seen it was there. It was still a surprise that a week had already passed, as it had seemed to fly by, but now he was home from his classes and was sending the large audio file to his own personal email so he could upload it on the laptop he’d gotten for school.
He was planning to bring this with him so he could show Melody the audio file as wel las go over the results with her, he was far too nervous to do it on his own. He hadn’t eaten lunch because his damn stomach was twisted into knots over this whole thing. Depending on the results they’d need to handle things differently, at least somewhat differently. If he wasn’t a match he’d let Melody handle them however she pleased. If he was a match he’d have to deal with his step father and half siblings while Melody dealt with them. Because if he wasn’t a match they were likely to ignore him and Melody could just do whatever.
He hadn’t heard anything but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be over once they were out of work, or that someone wasn’t sitting in a car outside his home, he was hoping to leave soon to meet Melody and go over things. He wanted to leave before anyone had a chance to bother him, if he was a match, because he didn’t want to deal with it in all honesty.
As he got himself dressed and ready to go, his hand was still tender and a bit raw, he got himself ready to go out and meet Melody. He’d changed clothing, taking a shower as well, once he’d gotten home from classes in the hopes of calming his nerves and relaxing a bit - it failed.
He was hoping he’d calm down at some point at the house, they were meeting at the house outside the city, so while Liam was pulling on socks he was unlocking his phone and order Thai food. He didn’t know if she’d like Thai food so he was taking a guess here and ordering a few dishes that he’d have delivered to the address. He figured they’d arrive, he hoped, around the same time he did if not a bit before or after.
He didn’t know if she’d had anything to eat and he knew that once his stomach settled, once his nerves calmed, he’d be hungry so he’d need something to fill it with. Perhaps he’d ordered a lot, more than he was planning, but leftovers weren’t that bad - right? Plus he didn’t know what she’d like so Liam was providing options for her.
The food ordered, and paid for, Liam finished pulling on his socks and shoes before heading out the door. Locking the front door as he headed out he made for the nearest bus stop that would take him where he was aiming to go, or as close as possible. Maybe one day he’d learn to drive.
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