AD...don't lock this again please

Kylia smiled widely and chuckled. "She sounds like she was a pill." The smile didn't quiet reach her eyes though. She went back to her guitar and glanced up at him. "Alright, your turn."

Lorrick watched her for a mintue longer before speaking. "I've never even heard you mention your family," he murmured. "Where are they?"

Kylia stopped for a minute, her body tensing. She swallowed and forced herself to go back to her guitar. "My parents disowned me when I was twelve after beating by brother to death." She didn't look up at him. "He was two years older than I am, but was severly(sp?) Autistic." Her voice was tight, keeping back tears. "His name was Mark. He was crying because they locked him in a dark room. He hated the dark. I snuck him out and into my room." She winced slightly at the memory. "My dad came in, and found us and.." she couldn't finished she just took a deep breath and went back to playing her guitar, refusing to continue.

Lorrick winced at the sadness and grief in her voice. "I'm sorry for bringing it up," he murmured, studying her.

Kylia looked up at him and gave a slight smile. "It's alright. It's just..hard." she swallowed and took a deep breath. "things happened that night that shouldn't have is all." She put the guitar down. "Excuse me." she murmered and stood and went to her room shutting the door. She reached between her matress and pulled out a bottle of asprin. She wasn't stupid. She had bottles hidden around the whole house. She dumped out five and swallowed them, putting the bottle back.

Lorrick sat out in the living room for a couple of minutes before walking over to the bedroom and knocking softly. "Kylia?" he murmured.

Kylia looked at the door, making sure the bottle was hidden properly. "Yes?" She asked, though her voice still sounded unstable and her face had since been wetted with tears she hadn't even known were falling.

(( Oh Kylia. Lorrick is going to find every bottle of pills in your appartment and he is going to put them in a safe with a very complex combination so that you cannot get to them. *shakes head* ))

"Do you mind if I come in?" he asked softly. Normally, he would have waited for his charge to get done with any emotional outburst that they had, but the thought of Kylia crying, of hurting, made him want to protect her from everything that he could.

"Ok." Kylia said and sat on the bed, wiping the tears from her face although they were quickly replaced by more. She took a deep breath as she tried to stop the flow of tears.

Lorrick walked into her bedroom, his eyes searching hers. "Do you want to talk about it?" he murmured awkwardly. He stood in front of her, his hands in his pockets. His left wing was tucked tightly against his back, but his right one was still slightly extended, the sharp pain going down to a throbbing. Comforting someone wasn't really in his list of abilities, but seeing Kylia with tears running down her face bothered him, although he couldn't reason why.

Kylia stared at his shoes. Did she want to talk about it? "I don't know." She finally said, her voice filled with tears. "I can't decide if it would hurt to much or not." she said, not looking at him.

Lorrick nodded softly. He didn't want to persuade her into telling him, didn't want to have her hurt more than she already was. She'd just tell him when she was ready. Sighing softly, he sat down on the bed next to her, wanting to take her mind off her past. "Earlier, you asked me how I became an angel," he murmured, glancing over at her.

Kylia gave a slight nod and found herself leaning against him, her legs curling underneath her. "So I did." she murmered.

Lorrick looked over at a window, not speaking for a minute as he gathered his thoughts. When he spoke his voice was soft, burdened with a past grief. "When I was younger, I had everything planned out for me," he murmured. "My education, my carreer, my lifestyle.... I hated it. Hated how I wasn't in control. So I left home and joined a gang, thinking that I'd be better off on my own. After a couple months, I gained a lot of respect..." He winced as he thought of exactly /how/ he had gained that respect. "I became their leader after about a year." Running his fingers through his hair, he glanced down at Kylia. "I was only in charge for a couple weeks before my older sister came to find me. She came to take me home, to bring me back to reality, as she liked to put it. Obviously, she knew I wouldn't come very easily, so she brought my girlfriend at the time with her to help make a more...compelling argument." He was on autopiolet now, staring out into space. "When I still wouldn't leave, they finally gave up. When they left, I became detatched from the gang, began to lose the respect. So I backed away, hoping that everyone would leave it at that." Lorrick shook his head, his eyes glassy. "I was nieve," he muttered to himself. Louder, he said, "But since my sister and Morgan showed their faces on my territory, some...enimies(sp?) that I had made knew they meant a lot to me. So to get back at me, they..." Taking a deep breath, Lorrick looked down at Kylia. "They killed them. Both of them. Without having control of the gang, I had no one to help me wiith revenge. So I called GWC."

Kylia looked up at him. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to take it all away though. The hurt. The glassy look in his eyes. She brushed a lock of hair from his face and took a deep breath. That had taken a lot of guts to tell her that. It was the least she could do to tell him the rest of her story. "the night Mark died..." She looked down and away. "My dad made me do some stuff. Us do some stuff." she felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I lost my innosence that night. He wouldn't stop crying. They were trying to get him to stop, but he wouldn't. Finally, they hit his head against a wall...and that was the last time I looked into his eyes. His wide, scared eyes. Begging for me to save him like I had all the other times before before." She closed her eyes, tears continuing to fall. "But I didn't save him. I couldn't."

Lorrick wrapped his arms around Kylia, hating that she had gone through that. He wanted to protect her from everything that he could, but how could he protect her from her past? "I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair.

Kylia wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him. Her face was burried in his chest, her tears soaking him. "Just don't let go." She whispered through her tears. She felt like if he let go, she would just fall to pieces and wouldn't be able to put herself back together again.

Lorrick held her closer to him, pressing his lips against the top of her head. "I'll never let go," he whispered to her, letting her cry. Letting her let go of everything she held inside.

Caleb
I guess it was my time to look a little surprised. "Um...sure." God knows being a batchelor has had its effect on my diet, though most of it goes to my job. Pretty essentual to have to stay in fit.

Malakai
I'm quiet a while, looking back to meet his eyes. "People aren't very accepting of angels if they don't need us. We kill and protect those that most likely did something bad. Doesn't give us the best image to those who don't call for us." My wings press to my back, as if trying to blend in. They give me looks. I can feel them. It always makes me uncomfortable.

Kylia cried until her tears ran dry, and then cried a little more. When her sobs had finally quieted she was still clinging to him and her eyes were drooping. She felt bad, almost embaressed by how much she had cried over herself, and how it seemed as though she had totally blown off his story. She didn't know what to say though. She felt totally...clueless. She took a deep, ragged breath that caught on invisible tears, and a small whisper of a song escaped her lips.

"I don't want us
To fall apart today or ever
You're the one who said
You'd never leave
There's no good reason for
Giving up
And all this mess is just bad luck
So please don't lose your
Confidence in me

I wish I wasn't so fragile
'Cause I know that I'm not easy to handle.."


Hunter went to the kitchen with a certain promptness. "Do you have anything you're hungry for?"

Caleb
"Your limited by whatevers in my kitchen," I say with a smirk, leaning in the doorway to watch.

Ben nodded, staring at the people who stared at Malakai. Most of them met his eyes and quickly turned away, much to his satisfaction. "Let them stare," he told her, meeting her eyes. "Let them think what they want. I really don't see how it's their buisness."

Lorrick ran his hands up and down Kylia's arms as she sang, a small, sad smile on his lips. "Do you come up with all those songs yourself?" he murmured softly.

Kylia shook her head. "that one is by someone else." she murmered and looked up at him. "My songs are to suckish to sing." She said with an attempt at a small smile.

Lorrick gave a small chuckle. "I doubt that," he muttered. "Come on, sing me one."

Kylia looked at him and raised a brow. She sat up, manuvering herself so she was in his lap so it wasn't hurting her for him to hold her. "I don't know, I got a lot of them." she bit her lip and shrugged. "I can't think of one that doesn't suck."