Beaten and Broken ``Cass!

[chain carey]

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Chain left the hospital; he had to. He was so angry, if Mattie had said anything to him that might have had so much as a hint of venom or diregard, he'd probably put him in the hospital and land himself in jail.

So he left.

He trudged down the street, glaring angrily at his cell phone as he typed everything out. He didn't even pay attention as he spilled the beans about Jordyn, and then, to make things worse, Cassadee showed up... Or, rather, showed that she was still in there. He started to go from being worried (and, admittedly, a bit scared about Jordyn finding out and hating him even more) and begging Cass not to tell, to trying to fix things with Spencer, to getting angry when he wouldn't listen. It ended up with him spilling the biggest secret he had, and losing his "best friend". In all reality, that was the last thing he wanted, but by the end he was too angry to even care.

He typed out as good as a goodbye as he could manage while that angry, staring at the screen for a moment. Then, in sudden surge of anger, he clutched his phone and threw it as hard as he could at the nearby wall, leg kicking back with all the force he'd put into it. It shattered, pieces raining onto and around him. Little bits stung his skin, but by that point, he was beyond caring.

He stared at the ruins of his cell phone, the biggest piece being about three quarters of the screen, with cracks running all along it. He turned on his heel and left; it wasn't like it mattered. He only had maybe five numbers in there anyway. He trudged down the street angrily, fixing his stony gaze on the ground, his hands, curled into fists, shoved into his pockets.

"Hey! How's your head?" He turned his head sharply to see a cocky teenager, probably around seventeen, smirking at him like he was the best thing in the world.

"Oh, you mean this? You're the one who did it, huh?" The kid scoffed.

"Pff, yeah I am. You can't fight worth a shit, so you might want to piss off before I do it again."

"Well, you see, here's the thing; I'm not high this time. I'm not on anything. So, if you think you can beat me, go ahead and throw a punch." The whole while he spoke, he walked towards the still-smirking kid.

"Your little 'bravado act' doesn't impress me."

"Then prove it." The kid swung, but Chain caught his wrist before his hand reached him. The kid went from being overly cocky to looking, well... Terrified. "Piss off," Chain said, and slammed his fist into the kid's face.

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A short while later found him wandering down the streets of a more run-down part of London, popping his knuckles and massaging his hands and knuckles. The fight hadn't helped much. He was angrier (mainly at himself) than he'd ever been in his life. He looked almost nervous, like he was afraid that it was just going to burst and he was going to go crazy on people. He finally stopped, on a run-down street that had absolutely no people on it. A car passed every now and then, but the street was basically deserted. He sat there for a moment, staring at the floor and runnign everything through his head. His anger grew to the point where he began to feel dizzy, and he ended up turning and, in even more frustration, slammed his fist into the brick wall beside him. He did that a few times, then finally stopped, leaning his head against the wall, holding his now-injured hand down at his side, hanging losely open.

"Fuck... I can't do this anymore!" he yelled, before falling silent; obviously, there was no one to hear, no one to come and help. He'd have to just suck it up and deal with it, just like he always had. The only problem was, he didn't know if he could. So, he stood up and did the only thing he could think of doing.

He walked.

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NOTES DUDDEEE, this was sooo much fun to write.
WORDS 686
TAGGED Cassadee
OUTFIT this shirt: click here, along with some regular skinny jeans that are ripped in the right knee, and some worn out vans.
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[cassadee smith]

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Cassadee signed and shut her laptop, setting it aside and off of her lap as she leaned her head back against the wall. Shit. Did all of that really happen to Jordyn? Or was Chain just lying? She couldn't imagine Jordyn not telling her, but, of course, it wasn't like she told Jordyn everything either. But she didn't talk about that. She like her happy little life without remembering the trauma of her past. She wasn't sure what to think, what to believe. It was crazy to think that one of your best friends had gotten raped and pregnant, honestly, she was in total shock, and she really wanted to call or at least text Jordyn. But should couldn't, she promised Chain she wouldn't tell, and she meant it. Even if she wasn't one hundred percent sure she didn't still rather dislike him. She kept her promises, no matter how bad she wanted to do otherwise.

She glanced over at Mocha, who was asleep on her pillow (of course) and sighed, straightening her legs, she had been sitting Indian style on her bed, and swung her legs over the edge of her bed. She had to get out for a while. It didn't matter if it was probably almost ten, she just needed a drive, to think. Maybe head over to a gas station or something and pick up a cup of cappuccino. Or something to snack on, she probably shouldn't be drinking something so caffeine filled when she really needed to just get some rest.

She stood and turned to pick up Mocha of her bed to put her in her cage while she was gone, like always, she didn't want the little thing to run away, now. Gently, she put her down in her cage and latched the door so she couldn't escape and made her way downstairs, not bothering with her appearance much. Wasn't like she planned on doing anything other than driving and perhaps stopping at a gas station for a snack, and she was decent enough for that. She had a pair of simple faded flare jeans on and a dark teal sweater on, as well as a gold ish colored vest and a couple accessories, nothing too much. Her make up was probably nearly wiped off by now, too, but she didn't really feel like applying any, she was, after all, only about to go for a drive.

She pulled on her navy converse once she'd reached the end of the stairs and walked over to the door, snatching up her keys on her way out, locking the door behind her. She unlocked her black Saturn Aura and hopped in, jamming her keys into the ignition and starting up the engine. Quickly pulling out of the drive way, though she really wasn't in any kind of hurry. She started at the dark road ahead of her as she drove around town, practically in the middle of the night.

God, how much shit could go down in one day? Corelynn had apparently gotten shot, and Mattie was bound to be extremely upset over that, and she just learned that Jordyn, one of her best friends, had apparently been raped and got pregnant a few years back. Really now, that was a pretty big bite to hold in. And he told her to keep quiet about it, so she couldn't even try to help her with it. Not that she could think of any way she possibly could, but still. She wanted to talk to her, but maybe it was a good thing she kept her promises. If anything, she was sure Jordyn wouldn't want to be reminded of the incident. She didn't want anyone to cry to about it, she wanted to forget it. She could understand that, but she wished she had told her. But, of course, she understood that, too. Cass had her secrets, or, rather, things she never spoke about. She didn't want to be reminded of them. The things she didn't have, the family that had passed away long ago.

She shook her head, no point dwelling on those facts. Se understood Jordyn on that level, some things were best left forgotten, or at least forcibly locked in the back of your mind. She continued to watch the road a head of head, only looking off to the side as she passed by suspiciously familiar looking character on the side of the street. She slowed her car down to almost a stop and pulled her body around to try and get a better look, and sure enough, it was Chain. 3 Day Reunion's guitarist and screaming vocals, as well as one of Jordyn's... Kind of friends. Kind of because she was pissed beyond words at the guy. Honestly, Cass used to hate him. She didn't really know why, perhaps because he'd beaten up Mattie once before, but she'd hated him nonetheless. But not so much of a hate any longer, more so of an annoyance. She was down right sick of hearing his name. Whether it be about how he'd started drugs again from Jordyn, or how he was going out with Corelynn, Mattie and Wesley's younger sister. But honestly, who could blame her for rather disliking him? He was a fairly major conflict in two of her best friend's lives, and she was the one they usually came to to talk about it. Hell, Mattie had actually broke down to her because his sister had chosen to turn her back on her brothers, and that wasn't something that happened everyday.

However, she couldn't help but to feel for the poor guy a little bit. It was obvious there was something more to him and Jordyn than meets the eye. Ever since he'd started going out with Corelynn things had taken a turn for the worse. Jordyn was miserable over him, seemed to hate hearing about "his new girlfriend," and such. She obviously had feelings for him, whether she realized it or not, whether he realized it or not. She could tell there was something between the two. And not only that, but he couldn't help but to accept the drugs when they were given to him. He was an addict, which he'd told her before in the public chat room, of course while he was high, but still.

Cassadee bit her lip and shifted the gears into reverse, backing up to where Chain was and rolled down the passenger window and unbuckled her seat belt before leaning over the seat to poke her head out the window. She looked him over first, noticing almost immediately, even though it was fairly dark out, the thick red paint on his hands, of which looked suspiciously like blood. And considering how Chain seemed to be, it was likely that that was exactly what the liquid was. She sighed and called out to him in the quietest voice she could so that he could still hear her, and not be able to realistically ignore her call.

"Hey, Chain?" she bit her lip, glancing up at his face for only a second before lowing her gaze back on his hands. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is on your hands," she looked up at him again and gave him an almost worried expression. Though it was more like saying, "Jeez, just what are you getting yourself into? You should seriously stop before you get into some serious trouble." But she was rather worried about him, perhaps not in the way friends would be, she couldn't deny her slight dislike toward the guy, but she was willing to give anyone the chance, even if they were freakish man whore druggies. She wasn't quite so judgmental about that, usually. She couldn't help but to plain hate Spencer, though, from what she'd heard about the guy, as well as seen, he was a total ass. And she was perfectly content with hating the guy, despite her "playful" nickname of Kitty for him. But really, he brought it upon himself to be called that with his old chat icon, but whatever.

She shook the thoughts about stupidity away and concentrated on the current situation, looking around the area briefly, noticing the crushed phone pieces laying a few feet away from where he was now, no doubt he'd broken it in frustration. Poor guy, now she was really starting to feel kind of bad for him. After all, he had just lost one of his best friends. And not only that, but his best friend had accidentally shot his girlfriend. And that had to hard, no doubt there. She couldn't imagine hoe hard it was for him right now.

"You wanna talk?" she called out, feeling the need to offer her assistance. After all, the guy had blood on his hands, was out of the streets, seemed to have just crushed his phone, lost his best friend, and... Damn. That was a lot already, and she probably didn't even know the half of it.

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tagged Chain!
credit ME, BITCH ;D
word 1497
currently complete!
lyric Terrified by Story of the Year
wearing hmm, picture :]
location some street outside, I assume xD
notes JEEZ. This is a lot longer than I thought it would be xD

[chain carey]

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Chain was a hell of a mess; he had brown stains of Corelynn's blood splattered across his shirt and pants, his elbows shredded and scabbed over from the previous fight where he'd actually had to avoid getting shot himself... In the head. Honestly, he'd much rather have gotten shot than Corelynn, but after learning from the doctors that it just grazed the inside of her arm, he had to admit scraped elbows were much better than having his brains splattered on the ground. However, that didn't keep him from being shaken.

And speaking of Corelynn... He was insanely, majorly confused; he loved Corelynn, he knew he did; the only time he was ever happy nowadays was when he was around her. Shemade him feel better than anyone could... But there was someone who could make him feel worse than anyone could. Jordyn. He knew he loved Corelynn, but he couldn't help but wonder if he loved Jordyn a little bit...M ore? He sighed, kicking at a rock on the ground stubbornly.

One of the rare cars came down the street, but he didn't stop to look until he noticed that they'd slowed. He turned, and saw Cassadee, the girl from that online chatbox that had finally convinced him to try to quit the drugs and do a little bit better with his life... Too bad she hadn't been around a bit earlier. He glanced at her, and turned to keep walking until she spoke to him. "Hey, Chain? Please tell me that's not what I think it is on your hands."

He stopped, mildly confused; firstly, why did she even care? Things had gotten much worse with him and Jordyn since she'd convinced him to quit drugs, and he knew that Cassadee was her best friend, and also the girl that Mattie was crushing on, and he was dating Mattie's sister... Why did this girl want anything to do with him? She looked genuinely worried, so he held up his hand in mild, dry amusement. "Don't worry. It's mine." He offered up a little ironic, sarcastic smile, and dropped his hand again.

"...You wanna talk?" Now that was actually kind of funny. Chain, talk? Since when did he ever talk? Since when did he ever tell people about the shit that he dealt with? Since when did he go to someone about how Jordyn, his closest friend, hated him (and with reason, considering he'd ruined her life)? Since when was he the type to go running to someone complaining that his girlfriend had been shot because he hadn't kept watching her and made sure nothing happened, and that he'd sit there and hold her in his arms as she bled from god knew where, making him fear for her life? And, on top of that, her brother was going to hate him even more, and blame everything on him.

"Not likely," he scoffed, then turned and began trudging along again, his injured hand hanging limply at his side. Now that his anger-feuled adrenaline had melted way, it had begun to throb... And it hurt like a bitch. He flexed his fingers slowly, but it freaking hurt, so he stopped. He raised his hand, and massaged the palm, as close as he could get to his knuckles without actually touching them.

Then, suddenly, just as he reached the intersection, she pulled in front of him, very nearly running him over. He jerked to a stop, surprised and somewhat annoyed -- couldn't she just leave him alone to sulk? But fine, if she was going to freaking run him over... He walked over to the other side slowly, grudgingly, and slid into the seat. "What, do expect me to spill about Jordyn? I'll go ahead and tell you what's going on, just to confirm the little story you probably have cooked up in your head like everyone else. Yeah, she hates me, which you obviously do, and she has a reason to because I am an absolute, total jerk. I treated her like shit in the past, it's because of me that she got raped, and then I wasn't even there to help her out with her kid, although in my defense, I had quite a bit on my plate to begin with, like the threat of getting jumped again if I dropped her and didn't supply people with food. So I did, and guess what? I got jumped. And guess what else? She still hasn't forgiven me, probably never will, and that's okay, because I honeslty don't deserve to be forgiven. And, for your excellent little buddy Mattie - who, in case you can't tell, has the wildest crush on you, everyone says it, just fuck him so he'll be happy and stop sulking - I'm a horrible boyfriend. I go out, sober and straight and determined not to fuck things up, only for my best friend to piss some guys off so that Corelynn almost gets raped, once again because of me and my friends and the fact that I laughed at the damn guy before then, and then, of course, instead of driving away I go and pick a goddamn fight. Which results with me nearly getting my head blown off and her getting shot. Want more info on how fucking horrible I am? Go ahead and ask, I'll tell and wait to see what you have to say; I'm all ears." He sat back in the seat, and went to cross his arms until he remembered how fucked up his hand was and settled for just letting them sit in his lap, his bad hand resting in a way that the cuts on them wouldn't rub against his jeans or anything. His anger had come back, once again accompanied by his extreme depression; towards the end of his little speech, his voice had broke, and he was actually that much angrier at himsel ffor that. He couldn't, however, avoid his eyes swelling up with tears again, and turned away, staring stonily out the window; it wasn't like they were going to come, though.

They never did.

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STATUS donee! ^^
NOTES DUDDEEE, this was sooo much fun to write.
WORDS 686
TAGGED Cassadee
OUTFIT this shirt: click here, along with some regular skinny jeans that are ripped in the right knee, and some worn out vans.
CREDIT Lana, fer sure!
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[cassadee smith]

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Cass sighed at his comment about the blood being his. Cause that really made it better, right? Yeah, not so much. She shook her head, speaking what she thought, "Like that's really any better," She shook her head, not like she expected any kind of thorough answer, but still. His cocky attitude was getting on her nerves, starting to kind of understand Jordyn's irritation toward him. But she didn't give up, she was determined to get through to the guy. Not matter how big of a pain he proved to be.

She gave a sigh and looked down at her steering wheel as he denied her question. Well, if he wasn't willing to come and talk willingly, then she was going to make him. Okay, not entirely, she knew if he didn't want to talk, he simply wouldn't, but that wasn't going to keep her from trying. She put her car back in reverse and backed up so that she was in his path; maybe a little too harshly, nearly hitting him with the car. But oh well, she didn't, so it was alright, she supposed. "Just get in, okay? You and me both know I'm not going to leave you out here like that whether we're friends or not," she said, unlocking the doors for him as he got in.

She listened as he spoke, not interrupting him, just listening. She knew she didn't know a lot, and she figured if was probably a ton, but wow she'd never expected so much crap the poor guy had had to endure. She listened, biting her lip nervously. She couldn't believe how much shit Chain had had to endure, it was crazy. And it was odd knowing both sides of the story now. Jordyn hated him because she believed her was a heartless asshole, more or less. And Chain was miserable because apparently, no matter how hard he tried to make things right again, he chose the wrong path and ended up having people hate him. It actually made her feel really bad herself for hating him. She really hadn't had much of a reason to in the first place. Yeah, he'd beat up Mattie, but Mattie had been the one to chase Corelynn down, so it was kind of his fault; and yeah, Jordyn hated him, filled her head with so many negative things about Chain that she couldn't help but feel dislike toward him. But really, she herself didn't have a real reason to dislike him personally.

She held her tongue at the mention of Mattie, now wasn't the time to feud over whether or not they liked each other. Though the fact he'd even noticed anything kind of shocked her. Actually, it really shocked her. How would he even know? He didn't talk to him, he hated him. So where the hell did that even come from...? She brushed it off for now, listening to his words as he continued on about Corelynn. Wow, that guy was just totally incapable of making the right move. And it actually made her feel bad for him. She heard his voice begin to crack and glanced away, unsure of what to think or say. She hadn't really expected him to spill all of that.

Cassadee sighed, looking down at her steering wheel again, "I-" she stopped, trying to think of something to say, but she was at a loss for words. Wow, he went through a whole lot. She glanced over at him again noticing him turn his head to the window. She bit her lip, watching his reflection in the window, though she could see the sad expression on his face, she didn't really notice the tears forming in his eyes.

"No matter what you do, everyone turns their back." She stated under her breath, resuming chewing on her lower lip. She sighed and repositioned herself to look at him, staring at his face through the reflection in the window. "But you can't give up. No one ever said it was going to be easy making everything right again," she started, pausing a second to try and figure out how she wanted to word her thoughts, "Yeah, you tend to screw things up with hardly a word, but that's because people aren't used to you trying, I guess." She looked away as her hands in her lap a moment, considering, then continued, "You just have to keep at it," She said, trying to assure him. She was sure, if he tried, he could get better at this. He would stop making mistakes, and people would start to give him a chance. It was just, these things took time to mend.

"You know, you can still get her back," she said, speaking of Jordyn, though she wasn't sure why. She knew how Jordyn hated him, how she wanted nothing to do with him. But somehow, she just didn't think that was the case. She wanted to pain to go away, not Chain. Or at least that was how she seen it. "She may say she hates you, but I don't believe that." She said as she leaned back on the door, still looking over at Chain. He had to understand, getting things back to the way they should be was not going to be an easy path. It was going to be hard, it was going to be harsh, they'd probably be times where he's just want to just give up. But if he didn't, if he stayed strong and pushed through all the hate, people would start to look at him differently. They would give him a chance, she was sure.

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tagged Chain!
credit ME.
word 935
currently complete!
lyric Terrified by Story of the Year
wearing hmm, picture :]
location some street outside, I assume xD
notes ...yeah, I think Cassadee is officially the site therapist. lmfaooo.

[chain carey]

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She didn't speak much while he ranted, and for that, he was glad. As he spoke, bitter and resentful, he thought. Here he was, telling someone who was almost a complete stranger everything about him, spilling his heart and soul out to her, even if it were in a bit of a sardonic spilling. He stared stonily out the window, running over everything he'd just thought, absently massaging his palm again. His glance went from the window down to his ruined, bloodstained shirt, and his torn knuckles, almost sadly. Numerous areas of his body were throbbing; his elbows, from earlier during the fight. His knees. His knuckles. His head hurt like a bitch. Even his chest hurt, but he didn't entirely know why; he just knew that it did.

He placed his hand inside his shirt, wrapping the cloth around his knuckles to soak up the blood, painfully pressing it down; yeah, it was his favorite shirt, but it was already ruined, so why not? He was getting a little sick of the blood all over him. He raised his gaze back to the window, and saw Cass looking at him; curiosity got the best of him, and he looked back, if rather dully.

"No matter what you do, everyone turns their back." Yeah, no shit. He was kind of getting used to not being able to do anything right, though. It kind of became habit after a while, especially when it was all that was expected of you. If he didn't screw up, he wasn't Chain. Maybe that was why people immediately insulted him. Either way, it didn't matter. Ugh, he needed to stop being so depressed, he was tired of feeling like crying; not only was he a guy (pshh, manlinism) but he was also from the streets, raised to never, ever show weakness. And it seemed like every time he did, it came back to kick him in the ass for being so stupid. The first time, he and Jordyn dated, which resulted in her getting raped and started this whole fucking mess. The second time, Jordyn just left him. It was hard; he couldn't do it. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Especially not here, not now. If he did, he'd have to do it alone and at home.

"But you can't give up. No one ever said it was going to be easy making everything right again... Yeah, you tend to screw things up with hardly a word, but that's because people aren't used to you trying, I guess. You just have to keep at it." An impressive little speech there; she'd basically given the same one to him when he was high in the online chatbox for those associated with Revolution. It helped... A little. But a little was better than nothing. He had to just concentrate on that, stop thinking about Jordyn, just calm down, stop thinking about how he screwed everything up, and just calm the fuck down. And he started to do pretty good, too, until she next spoke. "You know, you can still get her back."

He froze, muscles tensing up almost painfully. No, no, he couldn't. He'd already convinced himself of that. He'd screwed things up horribly, more than he'd thought he'd ever could. She hated him, she despised him, she wanted nothing to do with him, and she had a right to feel that way. No, no, he wasn't going to listen to her.

"She may say she hates you, but I don't believe that."

That did it. It pushed him over the edge. It obliterated him. It destroyed him in every way possible; how could she even say that? Jordyn thought he was some horrible, monstrous person - which he supposed he was - and sometimes just being around him made her have a meltdown and freak out. He pressed his hands against his eyes, eyelids jammed tightly shut, and...

He started to cry.

It actually surprised him; he hadn't expected to, hadn't been anticipating it in the slightest. He had been all good, holding it in real nice, or at least well enough, pretending like he didn't feel like that, when she went and lied to him, telling him that he could get Jordyn back, and that even though she said she hated him, she really didn't. Yeah, she "really didn't". That's only why she said it, that's only why she treated him like he was some kind of bug, or maybe a deadly one. She acted like and pretty much told him he was the worst thing to ever happen to her. How could Cassadee, this supposedly "sweet" girl, even think of telling her that?

"That's just fucking cruel," he choked out; he'd actually meant to be snappy about it, but found that he couldn't. What she said had just been like a slap to the face - no, actually, it was worse. It made him want to get out and barf. It made his gut twist, his chest stab painfully. He doubled over, crumpling in on himself. His hands pressed against his knees, his knuckles painfully rubbing against his jeans, his eyes pressed into them as well. He prayed for the crying to stop, to just end, at least while he was here in front of Cassadee, a near-stranger, someone who was in league with the two people who hated him the most. One of whom happened to be someone he cared about more than he cared about himself, and she'd been cold enough to go and tell him that she didn't really hate him. He considered actually wrenching open the door, leaning out, and barfing. Or maybe he'd do it in her car, since she was the one who told him as much.

"F-fuck, I... I need to g-go..." However, he didn't budge; his mind may have been screaming at him to move, to leave, to let this horrible bitch sitting there so she couldn't lie to him anymore, even though he knew that it was probably all in good nature, her trying to help him... But his body wouldn't listen, and he was exerting all of his willpower into not breaking down sobbing, into not making it blatantly obvious that he was doing the absolute worst, pathetic little thing he could ever do. However, as he spoke next with a cracked voice, he found it harder to keep from totally breaking down. "How could you even... Fucking say that?"

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STATUS donee! ^^
NOTES DUDDEEE, this was sooo much fun to write.
WORDS 1,065
TAGGED Cassadee
OUTFIT this shirt: click here, along with some regular skinny jeans that are ripped in the right knee, and some worn out vans.
CREDIT Lana, fer sure!
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