|A Place To Call Home (2/??)
||[Aug. 1st, 2007|11:28 am]
Hoot (the movie (and the book, too))
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|||||Shannon Shields - Not Enough Whiskey||]|
Here's my next chapter! You know, there are times I wish my brain would shut off for a second so I could write down what I already have before thinking of stuff that happens at the end!
Title: A Place To Call Home
Disclaimer: I do not own Hoot. Therefore the characters aren't mine.
Pairing: Mullet/Roy (don't like, don't read), brief Roy/Beatrice
Summary: "Home ain't walls and floors, Tex. It's right here, and no one can take that away from us."
Overall Warnings: Slash (DUH!), some cussing, and glispes of abuse and neglection.
I must add another warning. I can't believe I forget to put it up. CHARACTER DEATH.
Chapter 1: Broken Family
"We can’t move again! I love it here!"
Roy, now just shy of seventeen, crouched low at the bottom of the stairs and listened to his parents argue with a heavy heart.
"My boss wants me to replace him! I can’t pass something like that up!"
Typical, he thought cynically, his nails digging into his palms. I knew we’d never stay in one place.
"But what about Roy? What will he think?"
"I don’t care what he thinks. In fact, it’s probably better for him this way! We’ll be so far from here that there’ll be no use skipping school to look for that little-"
"Stop it! I know that missing school is a bad thing, but he’s had wonderful grades. He works better when he’s alone, so maybe home schooling would work. Taking him away, though, that’s just asking for him to run off! I’ve seen the look on his face whenever someone mentions the Leep boy and I’m telling you that no matter where we move, he’ll find a way back here!"
Roy smiled at his mother’s daring. She's right about that.
"That won’t happen! He will learn that there’s more to life than animals and that meddlesome delinquent!"
"But, dear, animals can be very important. Why discourage his fascination with them? Roy might end up as a famous zoologist one day. And the boy… Well, I’m surprised that you haven’t figured that out by now."
He fought down the urge to blush, startled that his mother knew. She didn’t sound angry. But he wasn’t so sure his father would feel the same way.
"Oh, I’ve noticed. All the more reason for us to move. I’m going down to the department to tell them I’m leaving next week."
"What?! How can you say that-"
And then the front door slammed. Roy had a feeling that his mom had followed him, and that they would continue to fight in the car. He frowned, thinking over everything that had been said. Time to call Beatrice.
"Leep residence, how may I help you?" Bea asked politely after three rings.
"You looking to be a secretary with that voice?"
"Oh, Roy! What’s going on?"
He sat down at the kitchen table, his cell phone cradled against his shoulder.
"Mom and Dad just had a fall out, they both know I like Mullet, we might be moving again, and my life is officially over. You know, the usual."
Some kind of glass shattered on Beatrice’s side of the line.
"Your mom home?" he questioned with a smirk, knowing that wasn’t the reason.
"No, I just dropped my orange juice… Why the hell are you moving?!"
"Dad got a new job. Again. He thinks it’s best to get me away from here before I decide to run away."
"Why would he think that?"
"Oh, I don’t know. Could be that I told him I was considering it."
"Because of my brother?"
"Because of everything. I don’t have a family anymore, Bea. They’re just like your parents now, except that my dad’s the aggressive one. I don’t know how you can stand it. They fight so much that there’s times I think I hate them."
Roy jumped when the house phone rang and muttered a quick "hold on" to Beatrice before answering it.
"Yeah, hey, Roy. This is Detective Delinko."
He seemed uncomfortable. That was never a good sign.
"What is it? What’s happened?"
There was a long pause, then…
"There’s been an accident, Roy. Your parents are being taken to the hospital, but they say that their chances aren’t very go-"
Roy dropped the phone and sprang from his chair, pressing his cell back to his ear.
"Meet me at the hospital, Bea," was all he said before hanging up and running out the door at a speed that would have put Mullet Fingers to shame.
When he arrived at the little hospital five minutes later, the place was chaos. This was probably the biggest thing to happen there since it opened. Beatrice stood at the entrance, glancing around nervously at the nurses and doctors running about. Roy slid to a stop in front of her, too scared and out of breath to speak, and dragged her over to the receptionist’s desk without an explanation. The woman took one look at him and pointed at the waiting room with a sympathetic frown. You can’t go in.
"What’s going on?" Beatrice asked when they’d settled into two chairs in the corner.
"My parents… Damn it, right after I said that about them! They were in a car accident and Delinko says that they probably won’t make it."
He brought his knees to his chest, burrowing his face in them. Beatrice put a hand on his back, but didn’t say anything. They listened to the people yelling in the room down the hall and the beeping that meant Roy’s parents were still alive. He clenched his eyes tight when the twin beeps started to pick up pace, wishing his other best friend could be with him. Bea was trying her best though and leaned over to hug him when one of the machines flat lined. His mother, most likely, her heart had always been weak. Tears welled up, but did not fall until two minutes later. Both of them were dead. He only half-heard them trying to bring them back ("One, two, three- Clear!") and shrugged off Beatrice’s arms.
It was Dr. Gonzalez. He looked up at her slowly.
"I know," he whispered, not wanting her to say it. "I know."
He drowned out her explanations with the background noise. The heavy, defeated footsteps of the doctors. The half suppressed crying of the more sensitive nurses. The receptionist calling what seemed to be his aunt and uncle. Roy wondered if they would be the ones to look after him now. Where did they live again? Virginia, he remembered vaguely, still ignoring everything the woman in front of him was saying. Well, I’ve always wanted to take a trip there.
"Roy? Are you listening to me?"
He turned his attention back to Dr. Gonzalez and shook his head apologetically.
"You’ll be staying with James Eberhardt, your uncle on your father’s side. He’s just had a divorce with his wife and was thinking of moving down to Florida anyway. Until he arrives… Is there anyone you can stay with?"
Beatrice waved at the doctor.
"My family’s got an extra bedroom," she offered with a slight smile, grabbing Roy’s arm and pulling him to his feet. "And I’m sure my parents won’t mind once I explain the situation."
That’s Bea. Best liar in South Florida.
"Alright… I’ll need your home number, so I can call you when his uncle arrives."
The blonde girl concealed a wince, but took the pen and paper and calmly wrote her number. She knew she’d get it if her mother was home when the hospital called. Dr. Gonzalez seemed satisfied when she looked over the scrap paper and finally left them alone. Beatrice nudged Roy out the door and through the hospital entrance, as he wasn’t exactly in the mood to walk on his own.
"I’ve got a sleeping bag in my closet, but do you want to stop at your house to get some clothes?"
"How about food? Do you have any food in the house?"
"Do you want any extra blankets? It gets cold where I’m taking you."
"Would you stop with the monosyllables?!" Beatrice snapped, dragging him off toward her house. "I get that you’re upset, but we need to be thinking logically. Your uncle won’t be here for nearly three days and you can’t stay with me. Policemen will be swarming your house, so you can’t stay there. Garrett’s out of town, my friends don’t know you well enough… The only other choice is the auto yard. A nice, big SUV got dumped last week, so you can sleep there. I’ll bring food whenever I can, but you’ll probably be on your own. Can you handle that?"
Roy had the fleeting thought that this was most likely want Mullet went through when he first told his sister about not coming home.
"I’ve been practically living out there for the last two years, Bea. I can handle it."
She went quiet after that and didn’t say a word until they had what they needed. In fact, she didn’t say anything until he was sitting in the truck of the SUV. A peculiar expression came over her face, stuck between sympathy and frustration, and she leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.
"I sure hope this uncle of yours is fit to raise a kid like you. I don’t want you to end up like my brother."
And then she left. He didn’t know what the kiss meant, if it meant anything, and he didn’t know what his uncle would be like. But as he sprawled back on the sleeping bag, he couldn’t help wondering if living like her brother did was so bad.
Man, that chapter was waaaay too rushed (and short. dang it!) for what happened in it. I get ahead of myself sometimes *slaps herself* I hope I didn't terribly upset anyone. But their deaths are vital to Roy's character development and the story's plot. See you next time.