.: Kryn Roleplaying - (Calla and Maple) - [can be mature]

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Mrs. Marton slowly came to a stop and turned towards the female voice she had heard calling after her. She had her eyes closed, an obvious sign of those famous Mrs. Marton "headaches" that required a "massage" from her very often visited "masseur". Those familiar azure eyes of hers slowly opened to look at the harlot. "What is it?" She hissed, her voice and expression changing quickly when she saw exactly who it was. Of course, she looked different but Mrs. Marton could still tell exactly who she was. "Bryn?" She asked, shocked. Her arm went from the bridge of her nose to her check, just hiding the section of skin that showed a little too much cleavage. "Wha-what are you doing here?" Her eyes widened in shock. She hadn't seen the girl in years, and this was how she got to meet her again? Her reddened face and bottomless appearance only jogged her memory for the sight that she had just seen. "What the hell were you doing in bed with Kayden?" She asked, trying to soften her words. Her anger still got out. Bryn had been the daughter that got away for Mrs. Marton. She loved her to death and would never get mad at her - even if she did something wrong. But this was a little confusing for the woman. She was furious, but at the same time trying to be polite. The girl was an orphan after all.

Meanwhile, Kayden was scrambling in his room as he searched for clothes in his drawer. This was, after all, the perfect chance to calm down a little and to hide his body under some clothes. 

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn let out the breath she'd been holding in. "I-We-We weren't doing anything. We just kind of fell asleep," she said, realizing it wasn't a complete lie. She had pulled him with her, knowing very well she wanted to fall asleep next to him. But she was good at hiding things; always had been.
    "I'm so sorry," she said honestly and bent down to slip on her pants. Her hands were shaking with adrenaline and her face still burned form embarrassment. It was horribly difficult to put on her pants because she was so nervous and shaky, but she finally managed to button them over her hips. "This wasn't supposed to happen-" she ran her hands through her hair and looked up at her old mother. The tone she'd used was a lot nicer now, which gave Bryn a little more comfort, but not much. It was the pitying voice she'd heard from so many people, well, the ones who talked to her anyway. Instantly Bryn's body turned ridged and she stood up straighter, remembering the anger she'd felt towards this women when she hadn't shown up at her parents funeral. 
    Bryn looked over her shoulder, waiting for Kayden. She prayed he would back her up if things got a little...heated. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

"This wasn't supposed to happen?" She questioned, moving a few strands of that blonde hair across her freckly face. "And by that you meant that I wasn't supposed to be home?" Even though she was trying to be nice, it was obviously failing as her voice began to raise in volume and it's acidity. "And why exactly do you not have pants on? Why was Kayden naked as well?" She continued to bombard Bryn with questions. Sometimes, this was the reason why Kayden never really minded that his mother wasn't around. His father would have been so much calmer about the situation. 

Kayden finally emerged from his room, wearing a pair of light gray sweats and a dark blue t-shirt. It fit like all the others did, a little too tightly. Enough to show off his body. He didn't do this on purpose exactly, he just hadn't gone to buy clothes in a while and was too lazy to do it. It wasn't like girls objected, so he just kept with the style. He had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants as he quietly made his way out of his room. His eyes were glued to the floor as he ran through all the possible outcomes of having a talk with his mother. As he shut the door and glanced up, he wasn't expecting to see Bryn and his mother still standing at the top of the steps. With wide eyes, he glanced between the two. This stopped the endless questions that Mrs. Marton kept blabbering on about. The woman just shifted her eyes off of Bryn and onto her son, who was making his way over to Bryn's side. 

He stood close enough to Bryn that he could feel her body heat on his bare arm. "It wasn't her fault, stop bothering her mom." He muttered, staring directly at his mother and not bothering with looking over at Bryn. His voice was soft, yet firm. "We can talk in the Kitchen." Once that set his mother off in an angry trot down to the kitchen, Kayden turned towards the female next to him. "Would you stay up here please?" He asked, his voice almost begging.

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn pushed aside her frazzled hair which had fallen into her face and nodded, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. "Sure," she mumbled and hugged her body tightly. She bit her lip while her chest rose up and down at the situation. There was no way she was getting out of this without a call to her aunt, and she was dreading that idea. Her head pounded in her skull, a horrible headache beginning to form. Not only was this situation horrible, but she had a hangover from the night before. Or, at least that's what she thought it was. She'd never actually drank until last night. The world felt a little uneven to her and she pressed a nimble hand to her head.
    "I-I think I'm gonna go lay down for a bit," she glanced at him before turning quickly to walk back to the room. She needed to calm her spinning head and racing heart before she made any more actions or said something stupid. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

"O-Okay." He muttered, nodding his head slightly. He ran his large hand through his messy bed head and started to make his way down the cold, white steps and towards the kitchen. To say he was scared was an understatement. More like terrified. 

He padded his way over the tiles and past the threshold to see his mother hunched over in one of the stools. Her elbows were planted on the island facing the entrance he walked through. "What the fuck, Kayden?" She hissed, her vocabulary turning to mainly just obscenities as her anger grew inside of her. The boy didn't respond and instead grabbed a stool and placed it across from her, blocking her vision off from the doorway and his off as well.

[Maple ♥]

Bryn stopped in mid-shuffle, looking back over her shoulder. Curiosity overtook the headache and dizziness, and when Kayden disappeared down the stairs, she followed him. Her steps were naturally light, but she tip-toed to be even quieter. Her heart hammered in her chest as she padded across the cold tiles of the threshold. Seeing them in the doorway of the kitchen, she scurried behind a corner and pressed her back up against it so she could hear the conversation happening between Mrs. Marton and Kayden. Her eyes prickled while she intently listened. Hearing Mrs. Marton cuss made her frown and tilt her head back. This wasn't going to be good, she could already tell. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Kayden hadn't said a word still. He just placed one of his elbows down on the granite counter-tops and rested his cheek in his palm. His eyes stayed on the white and black spotted pattern as he searched for shapes. He didn't dare stare into those identical eyes in fear that he would drown in the raging sea that was going on inside of them. 

"What in the hell were you thinking?" Her voice was softer in volume this time, but still just as angry. "Why would you bring over some girl over while you knew I was out of town?"

Kayden shut his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them he started tracing a pattern into the counter. "It's not just some girl." He muttered, his voice trying not to be too loud or full of emotion. "It's Bryn."

This seemed to pause Mrs. Marton. She lifted her head a little too quickly, making a few strands of blonde fall into her face. "Exactly." She hissed. "She's not just some girl, Kayden, she's an Orphan." Her words seemed to spark and fire in Kayden who immediately sat up straight to attention. "She's emotionally unstable, and probably depressed." There was a minuscule pause as she began to move her hair back in place. "That's not good for you Kayden, she'll just bring you down with her. She probably cries every night. And since she doesn't have any parents, she's just going to come running to you. You'll get no sleep. You'll have to take care of her. No one else is there to support her and..." 

This went on for a at least a good minute before Kayden had enough. "Mom, shut up." He said, his voice just barely a whisper but spoken through a tightened throat. "And her aunt is a crazy old hag who doesn't know her right from her left. At least, that's what I heard from my co-workers. She's just no good in general." Mrs. Marton continued to blabber on, her voice in the usual "let me teach you a lesson" tone. "Mom." This time when he spoke, his words were a little louder, but the woman kept on speaking. "Bryn probably cuts herself. Self harm, Kayden. Can you believe that? I only heard it from someone who knows someone, but still. She'll probably get you to do it and scars are terrible things-" 

"Mom!" He yelled, his voice echoing throughout the almost bare kitchen. "Shut up!" Now Kayden was furious, as one could easily tell my the way he was gripping the edge of the counter. Every muscle in his body was ridged as a rock - matching up to the way his voice sounded. "Did you ever think for one fucking second that maybe that maybe all these "problems" that she may have could be because we weren't there for her." He paused, and placed his hands back down on the counter after he had made the air quotes. "Because you weren't there for her. You never even told me you got an invitation to her father's funeral was until last month, mom. Last. Fucking. Month." Kayden didn't care that he was cursing in front of his mother - something he normally would never do. But the words flying out of her mouth were just so off-putting. They made him so angry to hear. People only talked and did nothing to actually help the person out. It only made Kayden angrier because he was once one of those people. He joined in on all the rumors and fake stories about the "Orphan girl" and now that he actually had a chance to speak to her again, a chance to think about what he had done - it sickened him. His mother sickened him, the way she was doing the same thing.

"Don't just sit there and talk shit about her, when you haven't spoken to her in over five years. You used to act like her second mother, but now you're acting like every other teenager at school." He paused and crossed his arms in front of him "It's disgusting."

Speaking to his mother like this was absolutely invigorating. It felt good, and seemed to lighten that pain he felt from his past. How he used to treat her. He knew what he could do now to get over it - and that was to stop all the bullshit talk about her. Actually help her through anything she possibly needed in her life, no matter what the cost. And actually being there for her. To say Mrs. Marton was shocked... well her reaction was obvious. That strand of hair she had laced in between her fingers was quickly dropped, along with her jaw. "K-Kayden?" She muttered, her voice much softer than it was before.

Then came the rage. She pinched the bridge of her nose once more and picked herself up from her seat. "God. Now you've done it, Kayden!" She yelled, her voice back to its previous acidity. "You've started one of my headaches again! Now i have to go and make a rushed appointment with Fabio!" She paused and searched for her keys with her fingers still pressing into her skin. Once she finally had them, she started to make her way towards the garage door. "You better drop Bryn back off at the orphanage before I get home." She hissed as she opened that familiar black door. "And don't worry I'll be telling your father about this." 

Kayden picked himself from his seat as well. "Great way to run away from your problems, Mother!" He yelled back just before the door slammed shut. What a great way of waking up. Having to deal with your irritating mother who's almost never around, and having to deal with all this bull. Kayden's nerves were strung tightly. He was definitely in a bad mood. His feet switched every direction as he paced back and forth. "God damn it!" He hissed, running his hand through his hair. He wasn't sure what to do, but he wanted to punch something- anything. Knowing he wouldn't get the satisfaction from anything here, he just tried to calm himself down before he had to go get Bryn. His pace continued for a little before he started to make his way towards the threshold that lead towards the stairs, still seething with anger.

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn had heard every single word. Each one of them came like daggers; piercing her chest with every syllable that left Mrs. Marton's taught lips. It hit her hard in the gut too, making her feel sick. The whole conversation, Kayden defended her, but all she heard were the harsh tones coming from the mouth of her second mother; the woman she'd went to when Kayden and her got in a fight or when she wanted beauty tips or boy advice. This women, multiple times, had consoled her when she cried and loved her. Or so Bryn thought. It was all a lie, just like she'd doubtedly thought. But the truth was beyond just her slightest doubts. Mrs. Marton verbally sterotyped her, like she was a filthy teenager rather than a human being. 

    Bryn touched placed her hand over her mouth in shock, her ears ringing with the way Kayden's mother had spat the word; Orphan. Of all people, Bryn had never believed this woman would stoop that low. It was the lowest of the low kind of blows you could get. And the judgement lacing her tongue was thick and brutal. The worst thing Bryn had heard about herself, probably.

    The fact was, when she brought up Bryn's self harm and depression, Bryn's body snapped into a rigid stance against the wall. Those parts of their conversation had been the only thing Bryn thought was true. She was bad for him. She'd cried so much when she saw him. All she talked about were depressing things. She had self harmed. What if Kayden found out and thought it was the right way to deal with pain? Bryn would rather die than see Kayden hurt himself. Especially if she had anything to do with it. Her eyes filled up with tears again but she quickly pushed them away. She wasn't going to cry anymore. She wouldn't let his mom win.

    But she also wasn't going to be the bad person for Kayden that his mother predicted. She refused to drag him into that sort of pain and knowledge. As much as she despised Kayden's mother for A, hiding her parents funeral from him, B, called her aunt a hag, and C, cussed out her own child, Bryn knew she was somewhat right. She needed to leave.

    When Kayden was done with his fuming, she heard him coming towards her hiding spot. Bryn wasn't going to hide that she was there or even try to make a run for it. It was either face him now or later. She chose now.

    Taking a step out from behind the enclave, her face was emotionless as she could manage. She crossed her arms and hugged her chest, looking away from Kayden because she was afraid. Very afraid. She didn't want to lose him again, but better that she save him from her constant pain. "She's right," she murmured and ran a hand through her hair. Her piercing blue eyes locked on him, the words forming pungently on her lips. "I'm bad for you, Kayden."
    

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Kayden, who was lost in his own thoughts, jumped when he saw Bryn appear in front of him. He had thought she went to go lay down, and expected her up in his room, on the bed waiting for him to come back up. It had shocked him that she was here. It had shocked him even more that she had probably heard the whole conversation. His heart hang heavy in his chest like a giant boulder ready to break from the tiny string holding it in place. His eyes were already beginning to sting from the range of emotions inside his head and the fact that he couldn't express them, right here, right now. But seeing her stand in front of him, with her arms wrapped around herself like she was broken - like at any moment her body would fall into tiny glass pieces - only started to make him whither away. He wanted to take all those feelings she probably had and put them in himself. Make him deal with it, not her. She had already been through so much, and he had been through so little. 

Hearing her words only sharpened the dagger that was pressed into his chest and twisted it. The last thing he wanted to hear from her mouth, was something like that. Words that would make him fear for losing her. That she could just walk out any minute - and what hurt the most was that it could be so she could "save him". Save him from what? Pain? In all honesty, if their relationship was to involve a lot of pain, he deserved it - or so he thought. He had done so many horrible things in his life, emotional pain wouldn't be so bad of a punishment if it meant he could spend the rest of his life helping the one person he had done his wrongs to. 

It hurt, and along with his anger - it wasn't helping either. "Don't say that." He hissed, his voice completely serious. Not on the verge of breaking, not wavering. But utterly serious. That anger and frustration showed as he tightened his hands into fists. By now the stinging sensation in his eyes was only getting worse, and his vision was only getting worse. He tried hard to blink back the water that was forming in his eyes. He wasn't going to admit that he was about to cry. "Please don't say that." He hissed again. He had wrapped one of his hands around his thumb and popped the bone with a click. 

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn felt her face get warm at his body language and how it was coming off like waves of anger. She knew it was coming, but it frustrated her that he didn't understand. Why couldn't he understand?

    This time, her emotions came out ina tone she hadn't used to Kayden for a while. A repremending one. One like a mother would use to scold. She pinched her lips together and then purposely annunciated, "I'm, not, good for you."
    
    It hurt saying it, but she knew it had to be done. Her mind was still spinning from the left over alcohol in her system and her body felt weak with shivers. But she wouldn't back down. She had to show him he was wrong. After all, most of the fights they'd gotten into as kids were because she had wanted to prove just how accurate she was about everything. A big know it all. That was just who she was. She always knew best.

    And the best for Kayden was to hear these harsh words. He needed to be released from his guilt over her and their past and just be free from it. She felt guilty she'd brought it to him in the first place. If I would've just stayed home from that god damned party. She thought and dug her nails into his striped shirt coating her arms to push away the emotions and seem sort of...heartless. It was what she thought was best. 

[Amber]

//rings doorbell//

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

-answers door- 
Hello!

[Maple ♥]

-sings- honey I'm homeee

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

A quick breath passed by Kayden's mouth and filled up his lungs. His chest might have been full, but he felt so incredibly empty. He was losing her just as quickly as he had obtained her. Yet another dagger was pushed into his chest and twisted. It was like one of those magic tricks gone wrong. His eyes fell to the floor to make sure that his blood wasn't spilling all over the tile. He swore he could feel the warm crimson liquid falling down his cheeks, but it was only a tear. A rogue who had managed to get past his gates he was desperately trying to maintain. He quickly caught it, making it seem like he was only rubbing his eye in frustration and not in agony. God, did he hope that Bryn didn't see that. Instead of going to the emotion he wanted to at first, which was sorrow, he turned it all into anger. That empty feeling was placed in a bubble to be dealt with later. Fine. If that's what she wanted, she could have it. He wasn't going to push anything onto her that she didn't want. 

"Okay." He hissed, quickly turning around and making his way over towards a small set of hooks that held the car keys - including his own. He grabbed the shiny metal tabs and started making his way towards the same black door his mother had just ran out of. "Get your shit and let's go." He said, his hand forcefully pushing the lever down so the door could be opened. "I'm taking you home." The blue storm that swirled around in his irises only observed Bryn for a little before he turned his head again. It was too painful to look at her. It hurt too much to know that this might be the second time he gets to ose her. It scared him and he was ready to run away just like his mother had. "I'll be in the car." He muttered, his voice breaking at one of the words. There was only a second of time before the door was slammed behind him - leaving only the sound to echo around the building. 

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn's heart plummeted to her toes. His reaction was what she had expected it to be, but much more real now that it had happened. The way he cussed at her made her feel like a small child again, getting yelled at by her neighbor when Kayden broke his window and she took the blame. Or how she felt when her dad scolded her for cheating on a test in eighth grade. Actually, she couldn't compare this situation to anything because it made her feel all sorts of emotions she didn't want; frustrated, sad, heart broken, guilty, nervous, hurt. It wasn't even Kayden's fault; she'd provoked him. But he'd instantly given up, just like he had in many instances, and it stabbed her like a knife in the chest. 
    Slowly, and robotically, she turned around and made her way to go 'get her shit'. Her eyes trailed over the lonely house. It ade her realize she was this house. Bryn was this desolate, unloving house. No one loved it. It was cold and unwanted. Kind of like her. These thoughts just made her hurry up in getting her things; she wanted out. Now.

    She wrapped up her things in her arms and slunk down the stairs, every move hurting her muscles. She was tired and mentally exausted and all she wished for was to go back to the night before, when they'd solved their issues, and he'd held her closely to him while she slept. Kayden had made her fele safe for once. And now she was loosing that feeling forver.

    When she slipped into the car, she put on her seatbelt silently and stared out the tinted window. There was no way she could face him after what she'd just said. She kept her eyes out on the scenery beyond the vehicle and frowned.