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Simon had decided to escape the Academy for a while. Everyone was being overbearing and protective, and he couldn’t breathe anymore. The claustrophobia was setting in again, and even in lake area, he was panicking. Since that night when he had heard that his step-father was back in town, his only words to Connor had been yes and no, nothing more and nothing less. His brother had no right to keep that information from him. Missy was trying her best to keep the peace, but Simon could see that even she was beginning to grow tired of Connor’s anger. His brother was overbearing at times, especially towards Simon, but he was getting better at letting go, until the accident.
Nobody knew that he was going anywhere. Missy was busy with Vic, Connor was busy studying, and he wasn’t sure what Jay was doing. That counted out everyone at the Academy. Then there was Hayden, but he was at work, or Simon hoped at least. He leaned in the back seat of the cab, and sighed. His ribs ached, his breathing was still difficult, and his ankle was strapped tight. The bruises were slowly disappearing, something for which he was grateful. He paid the cab, and got out. The winter air was crisp, fresh and something that Simon savoured.

Walking slowly around the park, Simon avoided people at all costs. He also kept an eye out for his step-father. It wasn’t hard to miss that sadistic face, filled with evil and hate. Simon shuddered at the thought, and banished it away before he had another panic attack. It was before the memories could overwhelm him, and turn him into a shaking wreck.

Simon was thirteen. It was after nine in the evening, and the young male hid in the corner of his room trying to escape the shouting coming from the living room. His step-father was drunk again, and possibly even shot up from the cocaine. For Simon, it was what happened every night, and the next morning he went on as if nothing happened. “You stupid cow!” came the words. “You manage to ruin everything! You and that no good idiot son of yours!” Thud, and so the beatings had started. Words were slurred, distorted. That night however would mark something else though.

Heavy footsteps climbed the stairs. His mother was screaming and pleading for the devil himself to stay away. All she was met with was a back hand that sent her falling down the stairs. His room door flew open, and there stood the man he hated the most. “Come here boy,” the man growled. Simon’s eyes grew wide with fear and he shook his head. He pulled himself into a small ball, and shrunk back, hoping the wall would part to swallow him. “I SAID COME HERE!” came the shout, and Simon was picked up and thrown against the opposite wall.

He felt the warm trickle of blood run down his neck. “You are going to pay for defying me,” came the sadistic whisper in his ear. He felt the warm blood being licked up as his step-father held him down. Simon knew that it was futile to fight, knowing he would lose. As his jean was undone, he closed his eyes, and tried to block out what happened. This would be the process for the next 4 years. Four years of pure hell, four years before he was brave enough to speak out, and four years till he reunited with his brother.

Simon shook his head to clear the memory. Blocking it out didn’t work. Very little did. When his past wanted to torment him, then it would do so. Simon found a tree to sit against and mull over everything. All the good from his past came after he had to testify against his step father two and a half years ago. The trial had turned his mother against him, saying that his step-father had done nothing wrong, and that he was a good man. Simon snorted derisively. All lies. Then his life had taken a turn for the good. Was two years all that he was allowed? Two years with Hayden, and his family.

The snow made it easier for him to hear the footsteps of people, but on the foot path there was no snow that could make the noise that alerted him to people close to him. Sitting with his back to the foot path may prove dangerous to Simon, but right now he was just glad to be outside.

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Frustration marred her childlike features, she didn't really know what to do with herself. She hated her Uncle for sending her to a school so centered around horses. She was currently petrified of the large beasts. Even though she found them enchantingly beautiful and graceful, she couldn't see herself sat upon one as all of the other students did. The fact that she couldn't stay around a person long enough for them to teach her anything didn't help. The young female sat on the edge of her bed, legs crossed tightly and Jock's broad cranium rested in her lap. His oracles looked up at her adoringly, an expression which usually never failed to make her smile. Today, there wasn't even a hint of one. Charlie was falling deeper into her shell, unable to climb out of it at all. Everyone at the academy seemingly avoided her. She was an outsider once again, looking in on the groups and pairings. Envy burned in her chest every time she saw girls gossiping about boys, others and even just chatting about their family life. How she longed to be one of them. But she knew it would never happen. Charlie didn't have the normal, mundane upbringing many of the students here seemed to have. No, she was subjected to mental, physical and sexual abuse daily. Where other girls went around complaining about how much they hated their life because so and so broke up with them or their hair wasn't going right, Charlie wished her problems were that trivial. Physical contact was also a no go with the young fae. She couldn't stand it if someone even brushed past her. Her whole frame would tense, becoming frozen to the spot. She was also prone to shrieking, which unnerved even the most stable of human beings. The female needed help, it was obvious. But it seemed that nobody was willing to provide it. Sure, the staff were keeping a close eye on her, and the students were warned to mind her, but what were they doing to help her solve the ongoing problems? Nothing. They just couldn't wait to hand her onto the next person, telling them to deal with her.

Her features crumpled suddenly, anger rising in her. It wasn't at her peers now, it was at herself. She was looking to deeply into things. This worried her. She had way too much time to think. The girl rose, pushing Jock's head away from her. She decided she must go to Willow Lake. Yes, she wouldn't get much conversation there, but at least she could listen to the sounds of others around her. The rustle of trees as the wind caressed them and the hustle of woodland creatures as they prepared for the colder days. All of these things would be more welcoming than the thoughts that swirled in her mind at this moment in time. Jock's frame tensed at her sudden movements. He growled, a deep threatening sound, and stared at the door. He obviously thought an intruder was coming near. Charlie smiled briefly. She would always have Jock as her companion. Her life had been protected on numerous occasions by the Bullmastiff. She adored the canine, and the feeling was mutual. He was the one thing that made her feel safe. Her hand placed on his mid back, causing the dog to calm instantly. His tan frame relaxed, and he became the soft, dopey dog he pretty much always was when they were alone. She bent down to pick up the leash and collar that she used to walk him. He did not need a muzzle, although many people had told him that he should have one, as he listened to her commands. If she told him to drop and stay down, he would. If she told him to stop growling, he would. You couldn't say that for many dogs. Even the most friendly rarely listened to the commands their owners threw their way. He did have a chain linked collar though, that tightened every time he pulled. She knew it was necessary, as sometimes he grew a little too protective. She still had control though, and that was all that was needed.

The walk into town was quiet. There weren't many people around, which surprised her. Usually, at this time of year, there were people milling about all over the place. Today, it wasn't the case. This unnerved Charlie. Where there wasn't people, there was danger. She cast a look over her shoulder every now and then, making sure there wasn't a slow moving car following her, or the dull thud of foot falls pausing every time she turned. She was paranoid, but she had every right to be. The young femme looked down at Jock, who was looking back up at her questioningly. Shaking her head discreetly, they carried on through the almost ghost town. Her outfit today was one meant to hide. Her tiny frame was swamped by a large coat, much to big for herself. All of her clothes were. She couldn't afford the high end stuff that others could, most of her clothes were things her uncle had bought her, or she had from the charity shops. There wasn't much that was too small for her to fit into, then again, she weighed little more than 70 pounds, so it wasn't hard. She had a woolen hat sat on her head, which kept sliding forward every now and then. Her jeans hung on her hips, barely staying up with the help of a belt. The T-Shirt and hoodie beneath her coat made her look huge, when in reality you could probably fit two of her inside of them and even have room for another person to fit quite snugly. She had it rough, no wonder she was subjected to the teasing she'd suffered for years. But that was nothing compared to her home life, she was just glad to be away from that. The young female jumped suddenly, the blaring sound of a horn filling her sensitive audits. She could hear comments from young male's being shouted from the windows, but she was concentrating on calming herself to bother to listen. She was shaking violently, causing snarls to start up in Jock's throat. He glared after the vehicle, tense as if he was ready to spring at any moment. Charlie looked around desperately, there was nobody else there. Unable to take the eeriness of the empty streets any longer, she picked up into a jog, which quickly transferred into a run when Jock realized what was going on, and made her way toward Willow Lake. It was finally coming into view, much to Charlie's delight.

Jock was now straining on his leash, wanting to run free. She knew he wanted to throw himself into the snow and roll like there was no tomorrow. He really had a thing about the snow, deciding it was the greatest thing since dog treats to him. She looked around, and thankfully there was nobody else around. Well, nobody who looked in the least bit threatening toward her. A few dogs could be seen playing in the distance, but they wouldn't bother Jock at all. He had no desire to play with other dogs. It wasn't something that amused him. He liked to play by himself, or with Charlie. But even if one did venture to greet the large, muscle bound mastiff, he'd never act negatively toward them. No, quite the opposite. He'd be rather welcoming, like a gentleman would. He would then wait patiently for them to have enough of them, and go back to whatever he was doing before hand after they had left. Charlie relented and slipped the chained collar from his neck. It was easier than taking off the leash and leaving the collar on him as he always managed to loose it. Jock took off at a speed you'd think was impossible for a large dog, and dove head first into a snow banking that must have been formed by the wind. Charlie gave a delighted chime of laughter, a sound so rare that even she was surprised. Jock was having too much fun to notice, and was now rolling gleefully in the snow. His black face was plastered in snow, causing him to sneeze every now and then as it melted and trickled down his wrinkled exterior. He contrasted beautifully against the pure background, bounding around as if he were no more than a mere pup. He came over to Charlie for a brief while, shaking excitedly. Her oracles danced with pure happiness at seeing him behaving so freely. Usually he was so tense when he was with her, wanting to fight the world to protect her. It was lovely to see his genuine kind, and wonderful nature shine through. His rump wagged furiously along with his tail, dropping his fore body into a playful pose. He was daring Charlie to come play too. Looking down at her shoes, she was glad to see that she'd been sensible enough to put on boots. Giving in, she chased the canine through the snow, laughing as she ran. He was barking his feelings as he ran, skittering to the side every now and then when his paws kicked the cool ice against his stomach.

They were running further through the park, not a care in the world for once. Charlie couldn't be more pleased. Her parents were finally not the main thing occupying her stressed out mind. This past half hour she'd been able to regain some of the childhood she'd missed out on. It was so rare for her, that every time it happened she wanted to cling onto it as if her life depended on it. Sometimes, it did. Suddenly though, Jock stopped in his tracks. Charlie paused, looking around in surprise. The dog began to snarl viciously, advancing toward a tree just in front of them. Charlie looked at in in confusion, trying desperately to figure out what was wrong. Her carefree streak that had just been showing evaporated as she searched for the thing that had upset Jock. There went her happy, replaced by nerves once again. She saw it. A slight movement of an arm. Male she supposed. He wasn't looking toward the path that she and Jock were stood on, but there would be no doubt that he would have heard their advances by the way she'd been laughing so gleefully. If he hadn't, he was sure to hear Jock's snarls. Charlie had began to shake violently, following Jock to keep safe. The pair rounded the tree, and Charlie caught sight of the face. Her expression crumpled, unsure what to do. Jock stood close to her side, jowls lifting to show his teeth threateningly at the boy. He didn't look as if he would hurt Charlie, but she wanted to be safe. Watching the boy though her pain filled oracles, she tried to place him. He had a sort of recognizable face, and she guessed he attended the college. She would only know him through passing though, she spent little time in the barns or various other equine related areas. Her fearful expression became marred with curiosity, but she didn't let her guard down. Her oracles stayed locked on the boy, no sound escaping her clenched lips. Jock still stood at her side, his snarling quietened a little. Obviously, he too didn't think that the male was capable of hurting his mistress.

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-- words:[/i] 1964
-- tagged:[/b][/i] Onzy
-- outfit:[/i] Coming when I have the patience to make it..
-- notes:[/b][/i] Long post is long, but I love it!
-- lyrics:[/i] The Only Exception - Paramore
-- credits:[/b][/i] LikeAStariNight @ Caution 2.0[/size]

[Onzy]

Simon could only sit as he remembered his past. It was all that he could do. He felt so helpless when the past overtook his present and forced him to remember. Simon tried his best to shake the memories, but he was transported to the court where the hearing had been held.

An elderly female judge was presiding over the case. Simon was dressed neatly in a suit, and Connor sat next to him. His biological father was on his other side. His step-father was relaxing in his chair, a smug look on his face. For him it was a matter of time until he was let go. Simon shivered at seeing the man. Connor glared, shooting daggers at the man.

As a sixteen year old Simon took the bench to testify, he met the pleading glance of his mother who had decided to side with her husband rather than her son. As he sat down, his step-father shot him a superior look. Taking a deep breath, he was questioned first by his step-father's attorney, and then later his own.

Four hours later his step-father was being led away, guilty, on various accounts of abuse, domestic violence, theft and drug possession. An ecstatic Greene family were rejoicing in the car way home. The sentence for the devil. 10 years, Parole to be considered after three years, but nobody was caring about the 3 years.

It was one of the better past things, but he leaned back against the bark of the tree, and closed his eyes, waiting for that very first one to come back, more vivid than before. He sighed, but then something pulled him from the semi-trance. He heard a girl laugh. He decided not to bother looking, but reminded himself that he was hiding behind a tree, in the snow, in winter. Suspicious even by his standards.

A sound that was closer reminded him of dog snarls, and sure enough when he opened his eyes, there was a bull mastiff snarling slightly. Simon gave a help of surprise, but stayed where he was. The owner looked familiar. A few years younger than his 19, but she had a wary look in his eyes. I'm sorry if I startled you, he said in his soft Irish vocals. There was something about this girl that reminded him of what he had been a few years ago. A timid wreck afraid of everything. He was still that partly, but only towards one in particular.

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WORDCOUNT;; 414
MUSE;; NUMB - LINKIN PARK
NOTES;; He wasn't willing today =P
CREDITS;; CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO OMG! TORALEE SEES A BIRDIE OF CAUTION 2.0 AND DONT STEAL!!! ITS NOT VERY NICE

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She looked at him for a long time after he had spoken. Her expression was almost unreadable, but she knew she was staring. In fact, she hadn't blinked since she came face to face with him. Forcing herself to do so, she also took a breath. Looking down at Jock, she saw that he was still snarling but not with the intensity he had been before. "Hush now Jock." she commanded hoarsely. He obeyed instantly. "Sit." Again, the reaction was instant. She fondled his audits as she turned her attention back to the male. "It's not hard to scare me, so you are quite forgiven." she said, her smile was apologetic. The smile wasn't in the same league as it had been when she was playing with Jock, it didn't touch her hazel oracles. No, they were now flat and emotionless. Her features also fell back into that protective expression. As she looked at the boy, well man, he was much older than herself, she found herself seeing the slightest echo of pain in his own features. She knew that look, very well in fact. Her frame suddenly sat against the cold path, keeping her distance between the boy and herself. She was still looking at him with acute interest. She wondered what had happen for him to have that look on her features. People who had been abused were becoming all the more easier for her to spot. The same haunted, almost dead expression that passed over their faces gave them away. When you knew the signs to look for, it wasn't hard. Not at all.

Her shaking had ceased now, it was obvious that she had relaxed that littlest bit. She didn't want to show it, it would show weakness and that wasn't something she wanted to make obvious. She cast a look over her shoulder, careful that nobody was watching her. She couldn't feel eyes burning into her back, which was a good sign. She looked back at the male, her expression now questioning. Many questions bubbled in her throat, they often did when she was given the chance to talk to someone without being forced to leave. Some were trivial, others a little personal. She didn't have that filter in her mind that stopped her asking others inappropriate questions. The one that was screaming at her now was, "So, who abused you?". She knew he had been, it was evident by the way he held himself. Sure, many people got over the abuse. The went on to bigger, better and wonderful lives. But, there would also be that stance of unsure, unsettling nervousness. It struck when someone least expected it at times, this wasn't the case with Charlie. It was also with her. But she believed this male must have had a second chance of life, that she envied him of. Even if she wasn't sure he had. Tilting her head to the side curiously, the question slipped out before she could stop herself. "Who did it to you? Father? Mother? Step parent? Sibling?" she questioned. There wasn't sympathy in her voice, she knew it didn't help. "It was both of my parents for me." she offered, as if to encourage him. She hoped he wouldn't be too offended, there wasn't much she could do to hold him off if it turned to violence. She wouldn't set Jock on him either, he had a right to tell her off if he wanted to. She hoped not. Her hand ran up and down Jock's back as she watched him, her inquisitive nature taking over.

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-- lyrics:[/i] The Only Exception - Paramore
-- credits:[/b][/i] LikeAStariNight @ Caution 2.0[/size]

[Onzy]

Simon stayed seated, feeling that if he stood up the girl would remain skittish around him, and it was something that he didn't like doing to others, especially cause he knew how it felt to jump at one's own shadow. The girl spoke, and he smiled. Same here. Nerves of steel doesn't really apply to me, he answered with a smile as well. His was different though. He could smile with it touching his eyes, and it was a true one. The girl's however wasn't true, but it seemed plastered on. He knew in that moment that something had happened in the girl's past. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he also couldn't have asked her outright. It wasn't in his nature for him to do so.

His memories also stopped haunting him while she was in his presence, and it was a relief not relive his past once again. He tried to listen to the path, but there were little to no audible voices. He prevented relief from crossing his face, and he knew that it might be seen in eyes. The girl spoke again. "Who did it to you? Father? Mother? Step parent? Sibling?", she asked. Shock was the first thing that registered on his face. So she knew? Was it that obvious? Step-father, he threw it out there. So she was also abused. Well, now that was a lot to have in common.

And in a way, my mother as well, he added to his answer. Finally he had met someone who would be able to understand. Sure Connor tried his best to understand, and Hayden may be sympathetic, but to find someone who understood, well, that was rare.

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WORDCOUNT;; 284
MUSE;; NUMB - LINKIN PARK
NOTES;; Short, but I like it
CREDITS;; CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO OMG! TORALEE SEES A BIRDIE OF CAUTION 2.0 AND DONT STEAL!!! ITS NOT VERY NICE

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