[Deacon] Family Visitation?

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor had told Deacon he wanted to seing by the house, see if his father was there and pick up things he had never grabbed. But nearing the house, nothing had changed. He twisted the band around his finger slowly as he approached the door, felt wrong opening it without knocking. The house was quiet, so he headed upstairs to grab his thigs. It had been straightened up some, blood stains had been taken off the hallway walls. Connor coughed huskily, rubbing at his nose, and nearly walked straight into his father.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon had walked Connor half way, stopping at the park to play with Bandit. Death wanted Connor's dad, and he wanted him dead. Mostly because the body he was in probably wasn't going to last much longer. Never had Deacon thought he would be dying on his own. "Upsy Daisy!" He smiled, lifting Bandit up into the toddler's swing. He gently pushed her, listening to her babbling about something only she understood.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I'm just.. Gr-rabbing stuff," Connor mumbled as he stared at his father. Jon's eyes narrowed, alcohol on his breath. Connor couldn't help but sneer back. "H-house looks..better."
His father coughed in his face and he flipped him off, gagging as his collar was pulled. "Get out of my house, fag. You dieeed..the night they did." His eyes flashed and Connor swallowed, those regrets resurfacing. "I'm s-sorry.." He choked, starting up the stairs for his things. He yelped as he was tripped and tumbled harshly back down, crying out at the kick to the ribs., back meeting the wall. He groaned, gasping for breath.
"The problem, /son/, is that I never got riiid of nothin'." He disappeared as Connor tried getting up, pulling his phone out and dialing for Deacon. A screech passed his lips as Jon stepped on his hand, bones cracking. The cellphone was tossed across the room, a belt lash coming down over his chest and the side of his face before Jon got him rolled over and pinned.

Connor sobbed, pleading. He'd just wanted to make things right, leave officially. "Pl-lease dad..." He begged when Jon being tying his wrists, dragging him to the closet bloody and bruised. "I j-juust...wan'ed..to s-say sorry.." His legs were yanked apart and he was stripped of his clothes before the door shut and he was left in the dark. Jon's truck started up and then there was silence.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon pulled his phone out of his pocket, Connor's name across the screen before it disappeared again. He thought it odd he would hang up on him if he was calling for something. But it being Connor, he couldn't take it as just an accidental butt dialing. He pulled Bandit out of the swing and sat her on his shoulders. He couldn't run, not with her. He'd shake her up. She laid her chin on top of his head, humming something.

It almost broke Deacon's heart, knowing the only grandparents Bandit would ever have was a psycho. She'd never know what it was to have a grandma or a grandpa. He walked up to the door, knocking softly on it. Bandit reached out, tapping her fingers on it. "Daddy! Ding dong!" She called, patting Deacon on the head.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor drew in a rasping breath, trying to stay conscious as he struggled, his entire body hurting. He whimpered as he heard the knock and Bandit call out, hoped Jon hadn't locked the door. He couldn't work out of the cloth in his mouth, or his ankles and wrists tied to the bars in the closet. Eyes flickered faintly, heart hammering in his chest.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon waited a moment before he tried the door knob. But just his luck, it really was locked. He sat Bandit down, leaning down so he could pick a pin out of her hair. "Hey!" She complained, glaring up at him.

"I'm just borrowing it." He said.

"Ask peas."

"Please?"

"Kay." He just laughed, shaking his head as he started to wiggle it around in the lock. He finally got it open, and Bandit bolted inside. "DADDY!" Deacon scooped her up, looking around. He started opening doors. "Connor?" He called, opening the closet. Bandit started crying, climbing out of Deacon's arms to hug Connor. Deacon started working on the ties around his wrist, chewing on his lip.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor groaned as little arms wrapped around him, and he stared at her with glassy eyes before closing them, drawing in quick breaths. He felt his right wrist freed and wrapped his arm feebly around Bandit, hands shaking before he reached and fumbled with the cloth in his mouth. Blood smudged across his cheek as he moved it, slumping against the wall. He didn't have the strength to even cry, numb.

[deacon reid rudman]

"You okay, baby?" Deacon asked, gently pulling Connor into his arms. He hugged him gently, kissing the top of his head. He walked up into his room, finding him a new change of clothes. He walked downstairs and helped him change. "We'll go home, okay?" He breathed.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor grimaced as he was helped into clothes, blood sticking the shirt lightly to his body. He held his left hand close to himself, wheezing softly as he stumbled next to Deacon until he found his footing. He said nothing.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon picked up Bandit, putting her on his shoulders again. She laid her head down on his. He could still hear her crying, and slowly rubbed her leg. "It's okay." He said quietly. But the more time passed, he felt like he was lying. He gently wrapped his arm around Connor, helping him outside.