Forsaken back story
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writing_shadowsAugust 1992
It was such a small plastic stick. That was all Rio could think about for some reason. Something so important shouldn’t be so small. It was barely the width of her hand, and trying to piss on it had been an acrobatic exercise. She’d washed her hands three times afterwards, and now smelt rather strongly of the weird pink liquid soap dispensed in the public toilets next to Boots where she was huddled.
Rio didn’t want to look at the stick. Not yet.
Rio swore, quietly. This wasn’t meant to happen. She wasn’t meant to be here. She had had her whole life planned out from the day she turned eleven. She’d spent her eleventh birthday in a tent on a cheap campsite in the middle of nowhere. She and Raph had been left there to ‘amuse themselves’ whilst their father and older brother went off on a mission they weren’t meant to know about. Raph had given her a cheap plastic toy that he’d bought in the supermarket, wrapped up in newspaper. That had been her only birthday present. She’d smiled, of course, and hugged Raph and told him it was perfect, because he was her kid brother and she loved him, but she’d cried later. Amy, from her class at school, had received new suede pixie boots, 3 new LPs, and had a disco party for her 11th birthday. Rio suspected her father hadn’t even remembered.
“I hate werewolves,” she had whispered fiercely into her pillow that night. “I hate them. As soon as I’m old enough, I’m going to go away, far away, and never have to see them ever again.”
The little plastic stick had been in Rio’s hand for two minutes now. Long enough for her to find out whether that blue line had appeared yet or not. She didn’t look down. She was meant to be going to university in September. She’d been accepted into Sussex. She’d filled in her own grant form, because her Dad sure as hell wasn’t going to remember. She’d even told Raph she was going, which had sucked because she and Raph had always been a team. He’d been pretty cheerful about it too, which had been surprising. Probably because he’d got a girlfriend over the Easter holidays and hadn’t really been thinking about much else.
Rio squeezed her eyes tight. Leonard. What the hell was she going to tell Leonard? They hadn’t even been together that long. It wasn’t meant to be serious. He was a werewolf, for chrissakes. OK, he was a pretty damn cute werewolf, but he was still a werewolf. She’d first met him in her Dad’s kitchen at 3 am, when he’d sworn at her whilst she tried to clean up a messy wound in his chest. They had spent the first three months of knowing each other fighting like cat and dog over almost everything. Rio still wasn’t quite sure how that had changed into screwing in the back seat of his beat up Ford Capri.
She leant her head back against the rough brick wall and sighed. She had no idea how the hell Leonard would react. This was meant to be a fling. It was meant to be some fun, and then she was going to go off to university and meet some lovely normal guy, with maybe a single small scar on his knee that came from falling off a bicycle as a child. The kind of guy who would say “I’ll pick you up at 8” and then would. They could go to the cinema, or maybe go out for a meal. Not the kind of guy who threw stones at your bedroom window at 4 am to tell you that your family were all in police custody, you needed to sort it out, and could he please come in for a bit because he’d been hit around the head with a ripped off car door and the ground felt really unsteady right now.
Rio blinked rapidly. She felt like she was going to cry. She liked Leonard. She liked him a lot. But she didn’t want this life. She didn’t want to have to go bed alone most nights, not knowing if he was coming back or not. She didn’t want to get up early, to try and wash the bloodstains out of clothes, and she didn’t want to get a sick feeling in her belly every time she saw a police car or ambulance. She didn’t want this life.
So what could she do if she was pregnant?
The sensible thing to do would be to get rid of it. Never tell Leonard. Definitely never tell her family. The thought of her Dad and brothers finding out that she’d had sex, let alone got herself knocked up, was enough to make her want to hurl. She could have an abortion, and then go off to university as planned. Her family would miss her. Leonard would promise to come and visit her but would probably get distracted by something sooner or later. She’d get her degree, a job, a normal life. She’d get out.
All she needed to do was make sure she wasn’t pregnant.
She just didn’t know if she could do that.
Rio was, she realized, definitely crying. Her face was wet with tears, and they were coming more quickly. She still hadn’t looked at the little white stick in her hand. She was seventeen years old. This kind of things weren’t meant to happen to her. This wasn’t the life she had planned.
For a moment, a dozen images floated through Rio’s brain. Sussex University, the student halls of residence, the lovely normal boyfriend with the single small scar on his elbow from a bicycling accident, the office job, the little redbrick house in a cul de sac, the garden, the roses…
Rio looked down at the stick in her hand.
Then her dreams all fell apart.
It was such a small plastic stick. That was all Rio could think about for some reason. Something so important shouldn’t be so small. It was barely the width of her hand, and trying to piss on it had been an acrobatic exercise. She’d washed her hands three times afterwards, and now smelt rather strongly of the weird pink liquid soap dispensed in the public toilets next to Boots where she was huddled.
Rio didn’t want to look at the stick. Not yet.
Rio swore, quietly. This wasn’t meant to happen. She wasn’t meant to be here. She had had her whole life planned out from the day she turned eleven. She’d spent her eleventh birthday in a tent on a cheap campsite in the middle of nowhere. She and Raph had been left there to ‘amuse themselves’ whilst their father and older brother went off on a mission they weren’t meant to know about. Raph had given her a cheap plastic toy that he’d bought in the supermarket, wrapped up in newspaper. That had been her only birthday present. She’d smiled, of course, and hugged Raph and told him it was perfect, because he was her kid brother and she loved him, but she’d cried later. Amy, from her class at school, had received new suede pixie boots, 3 new LPs, and had a disco party for her 11th birthday. Rio suspected her father hadn’t even remembered.
“I hate werewolves,” she had whispered fiercely into her pillow that night. “I hate them. As soon as I’m old enough, I’m going to go away, far away, and never have to see them ever again.”
The little plastic stick had been in Rio’s hand for two minutes now. Long enough for her to find out whether that blue line had appeared yet or not. She didn’t look down. She was meant to be going to university in September. She’d been accepted into Sussex. She’d filled in her own grant form, because her Dad sure as hell wasn’t going to remember. She’d even told Raph she was going, which had sucked because she and Raph had always been a team. He’d been pretty cheerful about it too, which had been surprising. Probably because he’d got a girlfriend over the Easter holidays and hadn’t really been thinking about much else.
Rio squeezed her eyes tight. Leonard. What the hell was she going to tell Leonard? They hadn’t even been together that long. It wasn’t meant to be serious. He was a werewolf, for chrissakes. OK, he was a pretty damn cute werewolf, but he was still a werewolf. She’d first met him in her Dad’s kitchen at 3 am, when he’d sworn at her whilst she tried to clean up a messy wound in his chest. They had spent the first three months of knowing each other fighting like cat and dog over almost everything. Rio still wasn’t quite sure how that had changed into screwing in the back seat of his beat up Ford Capri.
She leant her head back against the rough brick wall and sighed. She had no idea how the hell Leonard would react. This was meant to be a fling. It was meant to be some fun, and then she was going to go off to university and meet some lovely normal guy, with maybe a single small scar on his knee that came from falling off a bicycle as a child. The kind of guy who would say “I’ll pick you up at 8” and then would. They could go to the cinema, or maybe go out for a meal. Not the kind of guy who threw stones at your bedroom window at 4 am to tell you that your family were all in police custody, you needed to sort it out, and could he please come in for a bit because he’d been hit around the head with a ripped off car door and the ground felt really unsteady right now.
Rio blinked rapidly. She felt like she was going to cry. She liked Leonard. She liked him a lot. But she didn’t want this life. She didn’t want to have to go bed alone most nights, not knowing if he was coming back or not. She didn’t want to get up early, to try and wash the bloodstains out of clothes, and she didn’t want to get a sick feeling in her belly every time she saw a police car or ambulance. She didn’t want this life.
So what could she do if she was pregnant?
The sensible thing to do would be to get rid of it. Never tell Leonard. Definitely never tell her family. The thought of her Dad and brothers finding out that she’d had sex, let alone got herself knocked up, was enough to make her want to hurl. She could have an abortion, and then go off to university as planned. Her family would miss her. Leonard would promise to come and visit her but would probably get distracted by something sooner or later. She’d get her degree, a job, a normal life. She’d get out.
All she needed to do was make sure she wasn’t pregnant.
She just didn’t know if she could do that.
Rio was, she realized, definitely crying. Her face was wet with tears, and they were coming more quickly. She still hadn’t looked at the little white stick in her hand. She was seventeen years old. This kind of things weren’t meant to happen to her. This wasn’t the life she had planned.
For a moment, a dozen images floated through Rio’s brain. Sussex University, the student halls of residence, the lovely normal boyfriend with the single small scar on his elbow from a bicycling accident, the office job, the little redbrick house in a cul de sac, the garden, the roses…
Rio looked down at the stick in her hand.
Then her dreams all fell apart.
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Date: 2009-06-02 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 03:46 pm (UTC)I like my stories, I do, and this background idea caught me. I always adored kinfolk in OldWoD Garou, so I clearly needed a Wolfblood in my life now.
And being someone's Mum is something I've not done before.
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Date: 2009-06-02 03:53 pm (UTC)The story is How Sicily Came To Be.
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Date: 2009-06-02 04:04 pm (UTC)*grins* The story is lovely :)
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Date: 2009-06-02 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 04:27 pm (UTC)Lucky her :)
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Date: 2009-06-02 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 04:31 pm (UTC)Still it was a shame that I lost my forsaken's one offspring and extended family to the split, sudden appearing sulky teenagers spiced things up.
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Date: 2009-06-02 04:26 pm (UTC)Must find things to do in Forsaken other than resisting doing things.
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Date: 2010-10-15 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-15 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 11:39 pm (UTC)I like it.