broken arrow [kadi]

[heather amanda storm]

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I love you too much to walk away

Patience.

Heather sat in the living room, her corgi in her lap while she watched tv. She wasn't really paying much attention to whatever was on since her mind was busy thinking about other things. Mainly about Theo, her boyfriend. It was hard to think that he'd lost his sister only two weeks ago. Heather understood how hard it was to lose a loved one, especially someone so close. Maybe she couldn't relate on losing a sibling but, she'd lost a number of people in her lifetime. Grandparents, uncles and aunts, and one cousin that figured their time had run out and offed himself --but he was never to be spoken of. As much as Heather wanted to try and comfort Theo it seemed like all he wanted to do was be alone and she was okay with that. People grieved in their own ways and if Theo's way was to keep himself away from everyone around him she was going to respect it.

But there was nothing wrong with wanting to check up on him, right? Camille sat there contemplating on whether or not she would get up to make sure he was okay before Lulu started to bark. "Yeah, yeah i know." She said as though shed understood what the dog had said. "But it isn't good for him to stay alone for so long. People need comfort." She said quietly, peering down at the pup. "Don't give me that look." She frowned at the dog's expression, seeing that she had a paw over one eye. Heather stood up from her seat and walked into the kitchen and pulled out a few things so that she could start on dinner. She'd check up on him as soon as she got the pasta sauce in the pan. Well what if he didn't want pasta... couldn't hurt to ask him.

Setting the things on the counter top, Heather walked towards the bedroom and peered in, sticking her head between the door and its frame slowly. "Baby?" She took a few quiet steps in, "Hey you hungry?" she asked, closing the door behind her so Lulu couldn't follow her in.

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[theodore alan cooper]

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Losing Koraline was something the Theo had years to prepare for but when she passed away just a few short weeks ago, leaving behind a husband and a young daughter, Theo found himself severely ill prepared. They’d gotten her a new lung, she was supposed to survive but her body rejected the organ and instead, she passed away. Getting that call from Caleb left Theo so filled with her, the grown man had dropped to his knees and cried like he’d never cried before. He vaguely remembered pounding his fist in the ground and begging God to take his life instead.

But it had been two weeks to the day and Theo was still waiting for his life to end. That seemed to be all he did anymore. He’d wake up sometime after noon, go to the liquor cabinet to start his daily dose of intoxication, survive the few hours he had in a mostly silent house, head to work where he probably took as many shots as he served and come home to pass out and wake up to do it all over again. He hadn’t touched his poor girlfriend, the woman who’d been there through it all, hadn’t hardly looked at her.

Even tonight, on his day off, all he wanted to do was sit in their dark bedroom alone with a nearly drained bottle of vodka in his fingers. When she opened the door, he just turned his face further away from her as if the light burned him. ”No.” He said, his voice grainy and he cleared his throat. ”No, I don’t want anything.” He said plainly. He just wanted to be left alone in his room to die. Was that too much to ask?

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[heather amanda storm]

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I love you too much to walk away

Okay, so maybe it was worse than just him wanting to be alone. She knew it was because all he did was drink and sleep. It was like he didn't exist anymore and even though it sounded selfish, she felt lonely. When she looked at him now it was like she was looking at a different person. Someone cold and almost lifeless and it killed her knowing she couldn't do anything for him. He was grieving and she just had to give him time to get over it.

She looked around their dark bedroom and noticed the number of vodka bottles lying around one happened to be in his hand and she frowned. She didn't drink, so seeing him having offed all the bottles scared her. There was no way this stuff was okay to consume in such high amounts. It was going to kill him if anything but she couldn't bring herself to tell him to put the bottle down. He seemed broken and it broke her heart. She walked around the room, picking up the empty bottles and setting them on the dresser so she could take them out with her when she left the room. "You know, if you're going to drink so much you should at least get some solid food in your stomach." She said quietly, glancing over at him.

5 bottles and she'd picked up about 3 more bottles the week before so that was 8 in two weeks. It scared her because she knew he wasn't only drinking at home. She sighed, and walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed slowly and looking down at her feet as she occasionally glanced over to look him over. "Maybe we should go take a walk or something..." she suggested in a hushed whisper. "You could use some fresh air." Instinctively, her fingers ran through the top of his hair lightly.

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[theodore alan cooper]

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[/style][style=font-family: happy monkey; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align:center; color: #111; line-height: 99%] i'd kill if I could get you back

”I’m fine.” Theo said quietly at her suggestion of food. He wasn’t hungry. Instead he just lifted the bottle to his lips and took another swig, this one being somewhat defiant as he looked down at her with those cold, lifeless eyes. His head throbbed from the alcohol and his body ached with malnutrition but irrationality blamed his sickness on her. She was talking too loud which made his head throb and his body was shaking because, well he didn’t know what she was doing to make his body shake like that but it was her fault none the less. Of that he was sure.

The last thing that Theo wanted to do was leave the dark confines of his room. The little bit of light that had shone in when she opened the door had already burned his eyes and he wasn’t eager to go back into it. ”I’ll get some fresh air on the way to work.” He said plainly, taking another swig and killing the bottle. Unfortunately that wasn’t going to be enough to hold him over till work. Getting up, he set the bottle down next to the rest and started searching for another bottle of alcohol.

His patience with the search evaporated almost instantly and he hunted around the bedroom for another bottle. Soon he was slamming dressed drawers and tossing clothes all over the place. ”God dammit woman!” He shouted once he felt he’d done a thorough search of the area. ”Where the hell is my vodka?” He asked, his voice growing steadily louder. Theo had always had a temper and he’d learned to control it but alcohol took away that control. With one strong swooping arm, he sent the bottles on the dressed flying across the room. None of them broke but they sure made some noise. ”The hell am I supposed to do now?”

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[heather amanda storm]

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I love you too much to walk away

Fine my ass, she mused to herself when he said he didn't want to eat. All he'd been filling his stomach with was alcohol, one bottle after another, and she knew it couldn't be doing any good to his body. All that alcohol in his blood and no solid food was bound to do something serious to someone and she didn't want to watch him kill himself. Instead of arguing with him about getting him to eat something, she just nodded and looked away for a moment before looking back up at him and seeing him down the rest of the bottle.

When he started searching for another bottle, Heather slid over to the middle of the bed and crossed her legs, looking at him with a small frown on her face. She could tell that he was becoming aggravated because he gradually began to speak louder and slam the drawers in the room. When he yelled at her, she flinched and looked at him confused. Why was he yelling at her? It wasn't like she could buy any alcohol or anything. She flinched again when he swept the dresser of the empty bottles and looked at him carefully.

She knew her boyfriend had a temper but he usually had good control over himself. The alcohol wasn't helping his situation at all and Heather couldn't do anything but watch him break down in font of her. She knew he was grieving but when he acted like this, a sense of fear awoke inside of her. Never had she thought she'd be afraid of him...but that's what she felt, especially now. "Maybe we don't have anymore..." She commented quietly, looking up at him hesitantly.

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