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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 21:04:05 GMT -6
Jordan toweled off quietly, wrapping the towel around himself as best he could and gagging. He gripped the side of the tub, trying to pull himself up, but slipped and growled weakly in frustration.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 21:08:35 GMT -6
Kenneth looked back, then helped him up. He picked the boy up and carried him to his bed. He laid him down gently, then walked back to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He walked back out wrapped in a towel, running his hands through his hair. He went to his dresser and started going through the drawers, looking for something to throw on.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 21:34:07 GMT -6
Jordan hugged the twel closer and reached down to pull the blankets up, gagging. He knew he was screwed, the pill bottles still lying in the bathroom. He felt sick, uneasy. His hands twitched and he buried them under the pillow, gagging again.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 21:38:30 GMT -6
Kenneth carefully got dressed next to the dresser, then started to dry out his hair. He would have crawled in bed, had Jordan not been in it. So he sat down in front of the TV, and turned on his x-box, reaching for the controller on the nightstand.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 21:43:22 GMT -6
Jordan turned to watch him quietly, admiring the way he moved. He was terrified of crushing on anyone though, wouldn't admit it. He was just starting to force himself to ease up, but enough of the pills had digested, on top of always being on them, and he shuddered, those previous jerks rolling over to a full on seizure.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 21:53:39 GMT -6
Kenneth looked over at him and groaned. He climbed into bed with him, holding the boy's head gently in his lap. He carefully ran his fingers through his hair, silently praying it would just go away, that everything would just get better. He was tired of him being so broken.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 21:57:32 GMT -6
Jordan's mouth foamed, eyes sightless as his arms and legs spasmed. It almost went on too long before he was gripping at Kenneth's knee, dry heaving. Tears fell slowly down his cheeks and he buried his face in Kenneth's stomach, and for the first time ever, let Kenneth see him break down.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 22:06:08 GMT -6
He gently ran his fingers through the boy, hating to see him cry. It broke his heart to see Jordan anything but.. Jordan. And he didn't want to see him cry. "Shh.." He breathed, gently helping the boy to sit up so he could hug him close, rocking him gently.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 22:10:10 GMT -6
Jordan hugged him tight, for once needing the comfort too much to care that not only was this affection, but that he didn't even have clothes on. He was scared and sick and felt utterly ashamed. Too much had gone on the past few days. He shivered, curling up closer to Kenneth and closing his eyes.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 22:15:14 GMT -6
"I got you now.." He breathed, pulling the blankets up around the boy. He wrapped his arms tight around him, holding him close. "Just close your eyes and go to sleep.." He said, slowly running his fingers up his side. He hoped if he went to sleep, he would just sleep off the rest of he effects.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 22:19:04 GMT -6
Jordan swallowed, nestling into the blankets and his arms. The touch along his side was scarily soothing. "I'm s-..sorry I'm so br-roken.." He slurred, not able to get the words out right, on top of his exhaustion. He did want sleep... His heart beat and breaths were slow because of the drugs, and it was wnough to finally drag him into sleep, clinging to Kenneth like there was no tomorrow.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 22:24:18 GMT -6
Kenneth held tight to the boy, convinced that he'd never have another chance to hold him like this, even if Jordan may or may not remember it the next day. He held him close, even once the boy was asleep. It wasn't until he himself was about to pass out that he finally let the boy go and went to take the couch, biting back tears even he didn't understand. Maybe he just didn't want to leave Jordan.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 22:29:03 GMT -6
Jordan slept hard and woke up late the next morning or afternoon, groaning. The night came flooding back, and he swallowed down his tears as he shifted his weight uneasily. He didn't bother get up, staying tangled in the blankets, just imagining falling asleep in Kenneth's arms.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Jul 22, 2012 22:58:42 GMT -6
Kenneth was up the next morning after he'd woken up from a bad dream, dreaming Jordan had drowned the night before instead of having fallen asleep with him. He wandered up the stairs, peeking in on him. He watched him for a second, chewing on his lip. All he wanted was to admit to him how he felt and he never could.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Jul 22, 2012 23:02:54 GMT -6
Jordan felt the eyes on him and raised his head, smiling weakly. He wanted to check the bathroom, see if he had a chance at getting ahold of the pills. He was barely phased that it was wrong to think that after he'd nearly died of an overdose. "Hey.." He rasped, sitting up, the blankets pooling to cover his lap.
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