[CLOSED] hell? that's underrated.

[deacon reid rudman]

At the pleas of his one year old, Deacon had walked to the park with her. She wanted to swing, she said. So he had brought her to go swing. He sat on one of the swings, putting her in his lap. Where Connor was, he didn't know. He hadn't been home -if he could call it home- in awhile. Deacon rocked the swing back and forth, smiling down at the excited red head clapping her hands.

"WHEE! WHEE!" She exclaimed, and he laughed.

"Yeah, whee." He said, pushing up a little higher on the swing.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor had finally got the girl to leave, a little more cash in his pocket. He was growing more and more sure it had been his father who had beat him up, dilated eyes flickering around.

He coughed, curling uo against the tree again. He was flying pretty damn high, but his strong tolerance had him still able to think somewhat straight, left him irritable and edgy. Jittery if anything.

He let out a shaky breath, allowing his dark ratty wings to tear through his shirt, draping them over himself as he shivered, touching at a freshly cut wrist.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Side." She told him, and he got up, walking over to the slide. He sat her on the top, and she wiggled her way down. He picked her up again, setting her on the top, and she wiggled her way down again. He smiled at her as he picked her up again, kissing the top of her head.

"Hee haw." She said, pointing to the see-saw.

"We can't, baby. Daddy isn't here to sit on the other end." He told her, and she wiggled out of his arms, going to play in the sand. She spotted something moving and toddled over to it.

"DA DEE!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around Connor.

"Daddy?" Deacon followed her, looking down at Connor. "Con?"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor groaned faintly. "H-heyy..Bandit.." He mumbled, too ot of it to realize Bandit being here meant Deacon was here. That just recently getting out of the hospital and going to this was a bad choice. But his run in with Jon, and the mention of all his organs failing so quickly had been too kuch to handle. He had turned to the only thing he knew how to.

He closed his eyes as he touched at his bruised jaw and split lip, backpack lying open, the bags of drugs piled inside.

[deacon reid rudman]

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he was high. Deacon grabbed Bandit from him, gritting his teeth. It figured when he was finally nice to someone, it back fired in his face.

"Fuck you, Connor." He said flatly, and turned, making his way back up the walk. Bandit screamed, wanting her daddy back, but Deacon just kept walking.

"He's no one now, Bandit. Shut the fuck up." He said under his breath, making her lay her head down so she would be quiet.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed. "Y-you wish..." He whispered, voice rising enough for Deacon to hear. "Y-you're never gonna see m-m-mee 'gain.. I-I...I love you..."

He rubbed at his face, shaking. "I-I...can't..do it." Zipping up his backpack he picked it up, stumbling and tripping as he kicked the vodka bottle away, tucking his ratty wings against his back as he headed for the brudge at the edge of the park, falling several times.

He didn't look back, staring at the area under the bridge, the place Adam had died. He just stood there, staring, tears rolling down his cheeks before he set his things down, moving to climb onto the bridge itself.

[deacon reid rudman]

"You're honestly going to say you love me? After all the shit I've gone through for you and you just go and fuck it all up?" He turned and watched him stumble towards the bridge, but couldn't find it in himself to give a single care. All he knew is he may as well sit down and watch because he would be the one bringing his soul wherever it went.

"Go ahead. Jump. Give your dumbass dad just what he wants. Leave Bandit and Christy here. Go ahead and fucking JUMP, Connor." He could hear Bandit screaming, wanting him to come back, wanting him to come home. But she seemed a million miles away.

"I'll stand here and fucking watch you. And I'll bring your soul straight to hell. Jump, Connor. Take the cowards way out." His eyes went straight to black, and he gritted his teeth together.

"Da dee.. Da de.. no.. No.. me! Me! Yub oo! Yub oo, da dee!" Bandit cried, reaching for him.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shook as he climbed onto the bridge, stepping over the rail onto the metal ledge. Wiping at his eyes he stared down at the toes hanging off the ledge. He had been following his diet plan, had been trying to get better, get off the drugs. Perhaps straight in the head he wouldn't have done this. But Deacon's words hurt so bad...

He slipped, catching himself on the pillars, feeling the metal slice into his hands. He refused to fall on accident. Bandit was screaming. He gazed over at them. No traffic to stop him...Deacon screaming at him to jump.

He gazed back down at the water, down at the sandy area where Adam's dead body had bled out in his own arms...

[deacon reid rudman]

"You even gotta die stupid." He said under his breath, setting Bandit down. He walked over to Connor, hauling him up. He let him drop to the bridge, not caring if he got hurt or not. Bandit toddled over, sobbing as she laid her head on his chest.

"Pees.. Pees.." She sobbed, her tiny hand patting his chest. "It kay, da dee.. It kay.." She scooted closer, giving him a kiss on the jaw. Deacon crossed his arms, looking down at him. But his black eyes showed no emotion, no care. His eyes went even darker; any darker and they may never change back.

"Come on. You wanna go? I'll fucking take you. Get up. Get on your feet, Connor." Deacon growled, his voice no longer his own. He yanked him up, causing Bandit to fall on her butt. He shoved him to the other end of the bridge, following him. He shoved him down, looking down at him. "Come on. You're ready to die, aren't you? Who gives a fuck about everyone you're leaving behind, right? You're ready to go? He bent over him, face to face with him.

"Come on, Connor. Say it. I'll kill you and I won't fucking care. You came into my life, the only person I could ever touch and you threw it all away. You'll never see Bandit grow up now. Come on. Say it, Connor."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor yelped as he was dragged back, hitting the ground. He curled up, touched Bandit's cheek, lips parting to say something before Deacon hauled him back.

He cried out as he was slammed against the other side of the bridge, bones weak from lack of calcium and protein, felt something crack.

"Deacon-..." He choked, the name slurring. Fear overrode the drugs now as he stared up at the pissed male in submission. The only thing running through his head was that Deacon was like Jon, that he wanted to hurt him...

"I-..." He squirmed, wincing, tears rolling down his feet. "You're-...just like..h-h-himm..." His jaw trembled, body paralyzed with fear and distrust, no longer trying to jump, but instead frozen, hurt and clueless of what to do.