going to make it to the aftermath , dahlia

[AUSTIN ARCHER]

life had started to take a toll on him, he was sitting on the couch of his dorm with a bottle opened staring back at him. he had ingested more than half of the bottle and the numb feeling that had been his goal had yet to be achieved. numb was what austin was constantly feeling but this time, he felt more human than ever. a murderer, a player, a womanizer, a bastard with a love for cars—that was what he was and austin knew it very well at this point in his life. he had succumbed to the labels of his life that he had put upon himself but was unable to shake the feeling that he was more than that, but would never amount to what he could have been, sighing, his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle and he lifted it back up to his lips, taking another swig. the male certainly felt everything that was happening to him and he needed to place the blame on these feelings on someone other than himself. he racked his mind for the source in order to rationalize the drinking that was occurring, why he was trying to numb himself and one face came to mind. the girl that he claimed to love, and might actually be falling for, but was playing her like the useless instrument that she was in this world. austin pursed his lips in thought, closing one eye so that he could look through the top of the bottle and peer at the caramel colored liquid that still resided before tipping it back once more. he was dizzy and his alcohol soaked mind was not thinking correctly anymore as he stood up from the couch and grabbed the keys (taking a few attempts to actually grab the correct keys since he was seeing doubles, maybe triples at this point) and quickly pocketed them while swigging down the rest of the jack daniels and slamming the empty glass bottle onto the coffee table.

obviously the male was not in the right mindset or he would have never gotten behind the wheel of a car. his vision was past the point of blurred and he was seeing doubles as he stumbled down the dorm hallway and made his way to the parking lot in an elongated time, more so than usual. the air that the male was walking with was lacking confidence as he was slumped over and yawning every few seconds as the alcohol was running the course of the stages. even though the male was growing tired, weaker with each step that he took, austin still climbed into the driver’s side of the car and with a good number (or bad number with how you look at it) attempts to put the key into the ignition, austin finally succeeded and flipped the car into reverse. his speed was slower than usual but the reckless act of swerving would indicate that something was not right with the male as he had to lean forward to see what the lines looked like. it was his luck that granted the wish of being the only one on the road and when he looked to the clock attached to the dashboard, he realized why he was the only one swerving down the roads—it was nearly three thirty in the morning. the sky was between a black and a blue, flitting between letting the darkness stay just a little longer or letting the sun rise and allow morning to come with it. austin wanted the light to hold off just a few minutes longer as he turned down the street, nearly taking out a stop sign in his midst. shaking his head, he slowed down while approaching the larger houses, the more ritzier side of myrtle beach. eyeing the houses, he squinted to see that they all appeared to be the same in appearance but austin was looking for one house in particular where his girlfriend, or just his plain girl, would be sleeping as he was unsure of what to even title them. the gnomes at one house sparked a sense of familiarity into him and he pulled the car into what he thought was a good parking jo (when actuality, he was halfway on the curb and halfway off the curb in a vertical position by a fire hydrant).

slipping out of the car, he had to catch himself to keep his footing while walking up the cobblestone pathway, snorting to the memory that he had one similar when growing up. shaking his head, not wanting to think about that, his open palms smacked on the front door and the shouting began along with the taking the large knocker and pounding that into the door. he rang the doorbell a record amount of times and stepped back to the sound of large, rather urgent footsteps that were approaching the door. ”you had better leave sir, I don’t know who you are but you disturbing my family’s sleep. leave or I will call the cops”

[/i], now he was sure that he had the right house and the feeling of being right caused a smirk to rise to his lips, ”uh mr. dukacis…can…can I call you that?..”[/b], his words surprisingly audible but his breath gave away the fact that he had been consuming alcohol to the point of inebriation. ”I just..yea, move…”[/b], not wanting to explain why he was at the door, austin forcefully pushed the older male to the side and stepped into the house. giving a low whistle while peering around, he felt himself growing more and more exhausted and slumped against the door in a matter of seconds, ”is uh…dahlia…DAHHHHLIA.. here?...”[/b] he called and got a nod before the male narrowed his eyes, ”can you go fucking get her…?”[/b] said austin before turning his back to the male and peering into the eyes of dahlia herself, looking as though she had been pulled out of slumber. turning around to look at the only male of the house, austin nodded, though the appreciation was unneeded as it was obvious that the ruckus that a drunk austin had produced had been the reason that she had descended from her bedroom, ”..well thank you kind sir…”[/b] he mumbled before lifting himself from leaning against the surface of the door and moved closer, ”heeey baby..”[/b] he mumbled, reaching out for her in order to help stabilize his own posture.


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[DAHLIA PARIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 50px;] it was starting to feel more and more like this was some twisted version of cinderella. just take away the step sisters and replace the two with spoiled, bratty daughters of the whiteley's. take away the step mother and replace her with a demanding five year old. subtract any possibility of a fairy god mother, the prince, and a happily ever after and there you have it, dahlia's own fairytale. except, it was more along the lines of a tragic shakespeare play and everyone dies in the end than anything. still, there was nothing she could do but push through the day, just like she did any other day. for a lot of people, it was hard to understand why she worked as hard as she did or why she let the two whiteley sisters walk all over her. they didn't know why she did whatever the whiteley's told her to, even if she knew it was morally wrong. they didn't understand why she worked until they went to bed and then continued to stay awake a few more hours just to get her own homework or studying done. but in order for them to understand, they would have had to known her past. and the only person who know, the only one she trusted, was austin. they had connected through their similar pasts, both blaming themselves for their own incident. while austin drowned himself in endless bottles of alcohol and stringing women along to cope, her's was about working herself so hard that when she hit the bed, she would be too tired to even think. both were terrible strategies to cope, that much dahlia knew, but still, she did it anyways because it was the only way she knew how to cope. so, just like any other night, the two girls and the five year old had kept her day busy. from fixing the pile of clothes that they had already worn and would probably never wear again, to making them snacks, to doing their homework. it was a routine day and night, and she was used to it. she was used to the whiteley's demanding her to do things without a polite please or thank you. it was expected of her to do it. it was part of the job requirement. she, on her part, would never disagree or even utter so much as a complaint to any of them- even the five year old. no matter how ridiculous the task, she had to do it. some people often asked her whether or not she'd jump the bridge of the whiteley's had asked her to do it. and while her obvious answer to them would be no, sometimes she did think that she would actually do it. if they asked her to do it, demanded and screamed it enough, she might have. stupid girl. "dahlia!" she cringed at the screech of her name, her fingers curling against the pen she was holding tightly before she inhaled deeply and let the pen go along with her breath as she rose from her seat to help one of the girls. she had been trying hard to finish this research paper for her political science class so she could actually start studying for her stats final, but at the rate this was going, she was pretty sure she was going to fail both of them. she reached the eldest whiteley girl's room, "yes?" she asked politely, calmly. the bratty girl glared at her, holding up the pair of pants with a rip on the side, "i thought i told you to fix it! i was going to wear this tomorrow! you are so incompetent!" the girl exclaimed, throwing the pants at dahlia who caught it rather clumsily. "i'm sorry, i'll fix it right away. it will be good as new when you wake up." she muttered, when all she wanted to do was yell out "i did, you spoiled brat! you probably just don't fit it." but of course, that wasn't very dahlia like. maybe the old dahlia, but not this one. and so, she went back to her room, fixed the pants, placed it on the girl's dresser before returning to her room and finishing her paper. by two thirty in the morning, all she had done was her paper, and she was too tired to study for her stats class. she would cram it when she woke up. hopefully. at the moment, she'd prefer never having to wake up. she sighed as she placed her books away into her backpack and got ready to bed. she welcomed the softness of the bed that encompassed her, the way her pillow was soft and fluffy like she was sleeping on a cloud, and the way her blanket enveloped her in warmth. it didn't take her more than a couple of minutes to drift of to sleep. however, it wasn't long before someone was making a ruckus downstairs. what with the knocking, the slamming of the knocker, and the consistent ringing of the doorbell. she groaned, fingers curling into fists against her bed sheet, trying to ignore the sound, but to her disappointment, it just continued. after a minute or so, she threw the covers off her body, not even bothering to pull on proper pants so she could check out who it was that decided it was a smart idea to make so much noise at three something in the morning. and anyway, her over-sized t-shirt was long enough to reach mid-thigh, so she was pretty much covered. as soon as she opened her door, though, she could hear the distinct sound of a very drunk austin. not to mention a very agitated mr. whiteley. she hurried down the stairs just as austin called her name. twice, rather loudly, and very rudely asking her boss to get her before turning around and looking right at her. she glanced at austin disapprovingly before turning her attention to her boss, "i am so very sorry, mr. whiteley, i will take care of this, i swear!" mr. whiteley gave her a brief nod before returning to his bedroom, but dahlia knew better than that. he would give her a very long and painful lecture the next day, probably because he was too tired at the moment to punish her. she sighed before helping austin catch his balance, one arm wrapped around his waist, and ducking under his other arm, so it was weighed over her shoulder. "hey yourself," she said, starting to close the front door but not before she caught sight of the car near the front lawn. her eyes widened, and she swore her heart stopped as she glanced over at austin, "did you drive here? are you crazy?" she exclaimed in a whisper. oh gosh, she couldn't breathe, "you could have gotten yourself killed, austin!" she rubbed at her temples, trying to calm her nerves as she shook her head, "it doesn't matter. at least you're here, seemingly unscathed, so thank the lord. let's go get you some water while you tell me why you're here." [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align: center;]beautiful people like you who suck the life right out of my heart. [/style]

[AUSTIN ARCHER]

with a lack of coordination, the male stumbled up the steps of a love interest’s home, pounding on the door with a closed fist and not stopping until the door was swung open. he had been expecting, or possibly just hoping for, the face of his girlfriend but the male that stood there had his head tilted to the side with a lopsided smirk upon his lips but it all made sense to austin after he took a moment of silence to figure out who this male was, and why he was answering the door. dahlia lived with him as austin was recalling at this moment, this male and his entire family that made his girlfriend’s life a living hell, if he could still label her as such. austin had no real intentions for what to label their rather complicated relationship but the male in front of him was testing his patience and he was ready to put a black eye on the male’s otherwise pale face. he was testing the last of the drunk austin’s patience, the feeling of both naseau and exhaustion beginning to take their hold on him and he was thankful for the fact that dahlia had emerged at the top of the stairs as he stumbled into the house, past the homeowner and gave dahlia a sloppy grin while reaching for her, or the double of her. with his vision now becoming less clear, austin was thankful that he had gotten into his car and made the trip over here before this stage had come or he would have been in more trouble than when dahlia found out that he even operated a vehicle while inebriated. ” ‘eeeeeeeeey baby!”

[/b] he called with a slur to his words and a hand on her shoulder while trying to stabilize himself. he threw his middle finger up in the direction of dahlia’s boss while his back was turned, sticking his tongue out too before shaking his head, ”he’s a pricccck..”[/b], giving a tune and raising his voice for the departing male to hear exactly what austin thought of him.

he felt their hips touch as she began to try and stabilize him but austin tried his hardest not to use her as a leaning post while trying to catch his own footing but he found the inevitable came faster and his body slumped against her own. he grinned as the door began to shut as he had a brief knowledge of what the two of them did when behind closed doors and austin was not sure if he wanted to sleep with or sleep next to the girl at this moment. fighting the two decisions, his mind weighing both pros and cons with a slight distorted perspective to his thoughts, he pressed his lips to her cheek and pulled back with a smack of his lips. ”just for youuuu!”[/b] he slurred once more, giving the door a final kick to shut it behind them as he used a good portion of reserved energy to spin her around and press her into the door. ”…naaaaaaah, i’m good….besides, that’s uh…”[/b], he lifted his hand, fingers being lifted as he counted to a rather low number with the wrong number of fingers being lifted as he said, ”twooo lives I would have taken, three if uh…the emotional death of my brother and…mother and…father…soo..uh..six?”[/b] he asked with a shake of his head, trying to shake the guilt. he was a murderer and though his parents had no knowledge of the horrific act that he caused, his brother was well aware and austin was desperate to keep this secret to his grave. his body slumped against hers while her back was still pressed into the door and he pressed his lips to hers with misconception of where her own lips were, resulting in a sloppy peck to her lips before pulling back. the taste of alcohol was on his lips and the aroma was strong from his breath but he was able to think a little more clearer as the alcohol was leaving his system and he was left with the desire to sleep.

a single hand ran down the length of her arm, gripping her fingers in between the spaces of his own and gave her a tug closer to his body. the impact caused him to stumble and he caught himself on the railing of the steps, ”no…I don’t…want uh..water..”[/b]. the only thing that austin wanted was either sleep or more alcohol to make himself sleep, either way, he wanted to pull her closer to his body and exchange body heat between the two of them. he leaned down to catch her lips, once more, in a more respectable kiss, and then pulled back with a smirk on his lips, ”I’m here to see you…to resucee you from this place..it’s horrible, he’s a grouch..”[/b], pointing in the general direction that her boss had disappeared to. he moved from room to room with a stumble, dragging her along behind him as he finally found the kitchen table that was in an expensive décor style room, larger than his dorm room. he attempted to do a low whistle but it came out in parts before he had to stop to cough, dropping her hand in order to cover his mouth before dropping down into the seat of a chair and slouching in it. his eyes rolled back for a moment before he shook his head to return back to reality and glanced up at her, ”you look really…beautiful..”[/b], his voice holding a groggy tone now that he was transition into a new stage. eyes flitting around the dining room, he had a sense of nostalgia hit him as he recalled little things being around him when they were trying to resasitate his brother, pushing breath into him with both lips and then with the help of the paramedics. there was nothing that could have saved them though and with a painful sigh, the male lifted himself from the seat and pointed in the direction of the stairs, ”lets see your bedroom baby..”[/b], wrapping an arm around her waist as though he was going to support her but in the end, the tables would be turning when he was going to be needing her support more than ever.


ruby/dahlia, 1054, wearing this , eh..he's drunk xD [/div][/center]

[DAHLIA PARIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 50px;] dahlia was used to being up at odd hours of the day to finish the girls' homework and projects. in fact, she was pretty used to cleaning up after a party the whiteley's hosted. she was used to having little to no sleep due to such situations, but she didn't mind it because she was used to it. she had been working for the whiteley's for a few years now, so it'd be a surprise if she said she wasn't used to it. however, she couldn't say she was the biggest fan of being woken up in the middle of her sleep. just when she was finally getting comfortable in her bed after a long day, she was woken up from the incessant knocking. she was half tempted to throw her pillow at the door as if that would shut whoever was on the other side up, but she decided that checking out who it was would be better. just so she could give them a earful. although, that was probably doubtful. the old dahlia might have had the courage to raise her voice at someone, but this one was too passive for her own good. but this way, if she went down the stairs to see who it was, it would quench her curiosity. because who the hell would be at the door at three in the morning? maybe the police, but that was also doubtful. so despite her exhausted state, she still, grudgingly, dragged herself out of bed. although, now that she realized it was a drunken austin, she was rather tempted to go back into her bedroom and hide from him. he was the last person she had expected to see, but at the same time, she wasn't all that surprised. he seemed to have a knack to find her or get her to go to him when he was drunk. and while a really big part of her loved him for all that he was, a small part of her was sick and tired of him using her like the rest of the world. but she couldn't complain because at least he still sought after her care. it was better than being absolutely nothing to him. she watched as he stumbled for a few seconds before helping him stable himself, one arm wrapped around his waist while the other laid a hand on his chest to keep him upright. she didn't need him upchucking all over the foyer. because let's face it, while she was used to cleaning up messes, she wasn't exactly fond of cleaning up puke. her eyes widened as he stuck his middle finger at the back of her boss, the hand on his chest immediately grabbing it and tucking it close to her. she gasped, "austin!" she exclaimed, "he is most certainly not." she chastised with a frown. of course, it was a lie. her boss was definitely a prick, but she wasn't about to verbalize her agreement. she would surely get fired. she, herself, stumbled a little when austin finally put his whole body weight on her before she caught her footing, steadying him. she rolled her eyes at him after he planted a kiss on her cheek. any other day, it would have been a romantic gesture, but today, it was just exasperating. "how very kind of you." she muttered more to herself than to austin sarcastically. she squeaked in surprise as he spun her around and pressed her against the door. she didn't know why things like this caught her by surprise anymore considering the amount of times she had to take care of his drunken stupor. she shuddered slightly at his sudden close proximity, his breath smelling like alcohol, but that was a given. she shook her head at him, her hands on his chest once again, "austin, that wasn't your fault. it was an accident." she said soothingly, wishing he'd get it in his head. but it was quite hypocritical of her considering the fact that she couldn't forgive herself for the result of her older sister either. she wished she could take her own advice or even shake away the guilt, but how could she when her own family believed her to be the guilty one as well? then again, she would never forgive herself until her sister did, and that possibility didn't seem like it would be any time soon considering her sister's condition. she sighed as she steadied austin once again, not having the chance to kiss him back. not that she was really going to considering his current state. her baby blues eyes glanced at their conjoined hands, teeth biting down on her lower lip. the racing of her heart and the butterflies in her stomach returned ash she glanced back up at austin. how the hell did austin still have this effect on her- even when he's drunk? did he even know how he made her feel? could he possibly know that he held her very delicate heart in his hands? she didn't think he did. and if he did, he didn't show that he knew or that he cared. unless, of course, it was times like these when he only needed her to help him. but that was what she was for, after all. to help people. it was what she did. it was all she was good for. unable to herself, this time, she kissed him back, her heart nearly jumping out of her body. it was times like this that she wished he was sober- where he knew what he was doing, and he was doing it because he loved her back. did he love her? he had said he did, but then again, he had been drunk that time too or sick or both. she didn't really know. she offered him a small smile, "i don't need rescuing from this place. i don't mind it." it wasn't that bad, but that was just her being optimistic. she stumbled a little when he first started dragging her from room to room, but caught her balance just in time before following his lead. she rubbed his back soothingly when he started to cough, glancing down at his slumped figure on the chair. she smiled sadly down at him, "that's just the alcohol in you talking, but thank you anyways." because how could she be beautiful? especially when she compared herself to everyone else? she closed her eyes, forcing her tears down. did he know that it hurt her every time she saw him? did he know that every time he called her baby or beautiful, she couldn't possibly get her hopes too high because she knew that those words could be taken back just as quickly? when she was sure that no tears would come, she revealed her blue eyes to him, a smile on her face, "sure, after you drink some water." she told him cheekily before moving around the kitchen to fetch him a cup of water. she extended the cup to him, "drink all of it and then we can go back to my room." [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align: center;]beautiful people like you who suck the life right out of my heart. [/style]