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Ok, I can`t believe I wrote this. But I'll post it anyway. Be warned, very poorly executed Ryan angst ahead.
Disclaimer: Do we really have to do this? Fine: I own nothing. Happy now?
AN: This has to be the crappiest piece of fiction I ever wrote, but as I want to complete the letter_love challenge sometime this year, I am posting it anyway.
I blame this entirely on the fact that my baby-sister has the flu, my mom needed me to baby-sit and to keep her from getting to cranky with boredom, I first read Harry Potter to her (70 pages are definitely enough to make you go hoarse) and then watching old Disney movies with her.
H is for Heights
In retro perspective, Ryan thought he should have known that something was wrong right away.
His parents never sent him and Trey to the movies, certainly not when there wasn’t a birthday to celebrate.
And yet, they had given Trey the money for the tickets as well as for the bus fare, told them where to change lines and to go for ice cream afterwards.
Later, Ryan thought he should have known right then, but the six year old boy had been to busy being excited about the movie to consider the strangeness of his parents’ behaviour.
Trey acted as if he was making some kind of big sacrifice as he paid for their tickets, his demonstratively bored face ensuring that everyone would immediately understand that he was not the one who wanted to watch “The Lion King”, throwing in some “I can’t believe mom is forcing me to do this” for the girls behind them.
But when they were sitting in the dark theatre, he stopped complaining and he even refrained from talking during the movie. When Scar almost ate the bird, he actually laughed. Ryan grinned in the knowledge that his strong, though big brother enjoyed Disney.
When Simba’s dad died, Ryan was no longer sure if he liked Disney. Seriously, to turn the baby lion into an orphan? To say nothing about the way he died.
Ryan had to keep himself from clenching his eyes shut as the evil brother let go and caused Simba’s father to fall down into the canyon, where he could do nothing to keep from being trampled to death by the gnus. The picture of the lion falling down, paws trashing aimlessly through the air trying to get something to hold onto was terrifying.
How high was that canyon supposed to be? Had the lion survived the fall, or had he been dead on impact, before being buried underneath the panicking gnus? How far down could one fall down and still survive?
During the following scene, Ryan kept reminding himself that Trey was sitting right beside him to keep from humiliating himself by crying. But it was just so unfair. The poor Simba didn’t know any better and believed his uncle when he told him that as his father died saving him, it was his fault.
Ryan unconsciously clenched his fists in anger at the evil uncle who would do something this mean to someone who was supposed to be his family.
He was happy when in the end; the hyenas tore the evil lion apart.
When they came home, they found their mum sitting at the kitchen table, staring at an empty bottle. When Ryan’s timid question if she was ok did not cause any kind of reaction, Trey wanted to know where their dad was. Holding the man responsible for their mother being unhappy was usually a pretty safe bet.
However, their mother did not start the usual rant about the uselessness of their father. Instead, she simply ordered them to go to bed and left the kitchen for the parent’s bedroom herself. For once, even Trey apparently didn’t feel like picking a fight.
The next morning, when their mother explained that their father was gone and wouldn’t be back for quite some time, Ryan found himself fighting tears for the second time in as many days.
He may have been only a kid, but he knew that having a dad was better than not having one, even if the dad in question occasionally got drunk and mad and did things that Ryan knew no dad should do.
Trey went out and came back with bruises all over his body, but Ryan knew better than to question why his brother always had to pick fights when he was upset.
It took Ryan a while to gather the courage to ask his mother for the reason, for an explanation of why his father had taken part in something that was not only illegal (which was not that bad, because Ryan was old enough to know that there was a difference between illegal and wrong) but something that also could – and did- result in his dad being arrested and taken away from them.
Maybe he should have waited longer before asking the question, maybe he should have asked when Dawn was sober, or maybe he shouldn’t have asked at all. But he was a six-year-old boy, and sometimes curiosity got the better of him.
What he managed to understand from his mother’s cursing and yelling was that his father had been sacked and it had been the only way to get the money the family needed. They might have been able to make due for the two of them, but it wasn’t enough for the boys. Retreating from the room, her “He did it for you! If it wasn’t for you and your useless brother, he would still be here!” rang loudly in his ears.
That night, Ryan couldn’t sleep. He didn’t want to be responsible for his father being in jail, but Trey’s short “Dawn is nuts. Don’t believe anything she says.” hadn’t really done anything to reassure him.
For some reason, while was staring at the ceiling, his mind drifted to the movie their parents had sent them to watch the day his father had been arrested. He felt even more sorry for Simba now, knowing what it was like to be told that you were responsible.
But unfortunately, there was a big difference. Simba’s uncle had convinced him it was his fault to cover up the fact that he had killed his father.
Dawn hadn’t done anything to get his father arrested. She didn’t need to cover anything up. She had no reason to lie.
When Ryan finally fell asleep that night, he had nightmares that he couldn’t remember the following morning.
When a couple of days later Trey took him on top of the old mall, Ryan realized that he was afraid of heights.
I am not even going to ask for reviews.
AN: This has to be the crappiest piece of fiction I ever wrote, but as I want to complete the letter_love challenge sometime this year, I am posting it anyway.
I blame this entirely on the fact that my baby-sister has the flu, my mom needed me to baby-sit and to keep her from getting to cranky with boredom, I first read Harry Potter to her (70 pages are definitely enough to make you go hoarse) and then watching old Disney movies with her.
H is for Heights
In retro perspective, Ryan thought he should have known that something was wrong right away.
His parents never sent him and Trey to the movies, certainly not when there wasn’t a birthday to celebrate.
And yet, they had given Trey the money for the tickets as well as for the bus fare, told them where to change lines and to go for ice cream afterwards.
Later, Ryan thought he should have known right then, but the six year old boy had been to busy being excited about the movie to consider the strangeness of his parents’ behaviour.
Trey acted as if he was making some kind of big sacrifice as he paid for their tickets, his demonstratively bored face ensuring that everyone would immediately understand that he was not the one who wanted to watch “The Lion King”, throwing in some “I can’t believe mom is forcing me to do this” for the girls behind them.
But when they were sitting in the dark theatre, he stopped complaining and he even refrained from talking during the movie. When Scar almost ate the bird, he actually laughed. Ryan grinned in the knowledge that his strong, though big brother enjoyed Disney.
When Simba’s dad died, Ryan was no longer sure if he liked Disney. Seriously, to turn the baby lion into an orphan? To say nothing about the way he died.
Ryan had to keep himself from clenching his eyes shut as the evil brother let go and caused Simba’s father to fall down into the canyon, where he could do nothing to keep from being trampled to death by the gnus. The picture of the lion falling down, paws trashing aimlessly through the air trying to get something to hold onto was terrifying.
How high was that canyon supposed to be? Had the lion survived the fall, or had he been dead on impact, before being buried underneath the panicking gnus? How far down could one fall down and still survive?
During the following scene, Ryan kept reminding himself that Trey was sitting right beside him to keep from humiliating himself by crying. But it was just so unfair. The poor Simba didn’t know any better and believed his uncle when he told him that as his father died saving him, it was his fault.
Ryan unconsciously clenched his fists in anger at the evil uncle who would do something this mean to someone who was supposed to be his family.
He was happy when in the end; the hyenas tore the evil lion apart.
When they came home, they found their mum sitting at the kitchen table, staring at an empty bottle. When Ryan’s timid question if she was ok did not cause any kind of reaction, Trey wanted to know where their dad was. Holding the man responsible for their mother being unhappy was usually a pretty safe bet.
However, their mother did not start the usual rant about the uselessness of their father. Instead, she simply ordered them to go to bed and left the kitchen for the parent’s bedroom herself. For once, even Trey apparently didn’t feel like picking a fight.
The next morning, when their mother explained that their father was gone and wouldn’t be back for quite some time, Ryan found himself fighting tears for the second time in as many days.
He may have been only a kid, but he knew that having a dad was better than not having one, even if the dad in question occasionally got drunk and mad and did things that Ryan knew no dad should do.
Trey went out and came back with bruises all over his body, but Ryan knew better than to question why his brother always had to pick fights when he was upset.
It took Ryan a while to gather the courage to ask his mother for the reason, for an explanation of why his father had taken part in something that was not only illegal (which was not that bad, because Ryan was old enough to know that there was a difference between illegal and wrong) but something that also could – and did- result in his dad being arrested and taken away from them.
Maybe he should have waited longer before asking the question, maybe he should have asked when Dawn was sober, or maybe he shouldn’t have asked at all. But he was a six-year-old boy, and sometimes curiosity got the better of him.
What he managed to understand from his mother’s cursing and yelling was that his father had been sacked and it had been the only way to get the money the family needed. They might have been able to make due for the two of them, but it wasn’t enough for the boys. Retreating from the room, her “He did it for you! If it wasn’t for you and your useless brother, he would still be here!” rang loudly in his ears.
That night, Ryan couldn’t sleep. He didn’t want to be responsible for his father being in jail, but Trey’s short “Dawn is nuts. Don’t believe anything she says.” hadn’t really done anything to reassure him.
For some reason, while was staring at the ceiling, his mind drifted to the movie their parents had sent them to watch the day his father had been arrested. He felt even more sorry for Simba now, knowing what it was like to be told that you were responsible.
But unfortunately, there was a big difference. Simba’s uncle had convinced him it was his fault to cover up the fact that he had killed his father.
Dawn hadn’t done anything to get his father arrested. She didn’t need to cover anything up. She had no reason to lie.
When Ryan finally fell asleep that night, he had nightmares that he couldn’t remember the following morning.
When a couple of days later Trey took him on top of the old mall, Ryan realized that he was afraid of heights.
I am not even going to ask for reviews.