Post by Cyrus Daniels on Sept 5, 2012 13:35:46 GMT -6
A few hours have passed and Carly and Stephen have finally left the apartment to go on their date, leaving Nicole and Cyrus behind. Nicole is sat on the bed in sudden floods of tears, the strength she presented in front of her brother evaporated.
Stephen was right, she had not changed. She was still prone to jump head long into something without seeing the bigger picture, she often leapt without looking, confident in her own ability to judge the situation without all of the facts.
Now look at the mess she was in, that's the real reason she was so angry, that's the real reason she had felt so ready to slap the teeth out of her big brother's mouth, because she was impulsive. She did things on a whim, without thinking, and everybody had told her her whole life that if she wasn't careful, she'd wind up in big trouble one day.
Everybody thought they knew what was best for "Baby Nicky", her Mom, Dad and even her two brothers, Stephen and Bruce. They were always telling her what to do, how to live her life, trying to look out for her or so they said.
Here she was, in America, she had come over for a visit, to see her brother, and attempt at least to heal the wounds and repair a bridge long since burned. She started this trip convinced she was finally grown up and mature enough to forgive Stephen, and yet instead of trying to do that, she was instead trying to stop herself from falling in love with a man who was just so wrong for her.
He was her brother's best friend, and even though every instinct in her body told her this was wrong, that this was a bad idea, that she would only end up hurt by willingly getting involved with a hardened ex-convict that she knew very little about aside from whatever little trinkets of information she'd managed to glean from her brother's letters to Mom back home, telling her how much he had feared his prison transfer to Borallon until he met a man called Cyrus Daniels.
The man Stephen saw as 'the big brother he never had', 'his very own guardian Angel in Hell', somebody who 'watched his back and wasn't afraid to get into a scrap by his side'. From her brother's descriptions at least, Cyrus Daniels sounded like a gentle giant of a man, a strong yet compassionate sort of bloke, the kind of man who could and would protect anyone he cared about, reading the letters that her Mom had kept, Nicole soon realised that Cyrus Daniels sounded just like the kind of man she could fall in love with - and perhaps it was that insanity that got her to call up her brother and get him to agree to her visit on such haste a couple of weeks ago.
She just had to meet Cyrus, she wanted to thank him for all he had done for her brother, little did she know until she had actually locked eyes with him how much she had fallen in love with this man based on nothing more than a few of her brother's scribblings behind bars. Love at first sight was an insane description, but by God it was the only description that fit. It was the only description that made any sense...assuming one could actually make sense of hopping into bed and doing the nasty with a man she had only known a few hours.
Nicole: That's what you get when you spread for a man you hardly know, Nicky...
Nicole slumped to her side and wept into her pillow. That was when he stood in the door way, watching, not a word of defence for himself, and she sat up, furiously wiping away any evidence of her shattered defences and streaming tears. She sniffled.
Daniels: Nic....are you okay?
Nicole: What kinda dumb ass question is that? Do I look okay to you?
Daniels: Okay...what's wrong?
Cyrus moved closer to her and was about to sit down beside her, but she pushed him away, and got to her feet.
Nicole: Don't you dare touch me, you wanker! If you don't know what's wrong, then you are just an arsehole...but here's a hint, Sydney ****in' Knite....startin' to ring any bells up there yet, mate?
Daniels: Oh, about that, look listen, I'm sorry and all, but I don't know why you're gettin' so bent outta shape over all this Nic, I've already told ya, I have no idea how she ended up naked and in bed with me....
Nicole: Is that really the best story you can come up with? No wonder ya got banged up for ten years mate, if that was your entire defense...'I'm sorry Your Honor, I have no idea how I ended up pullin' a bank job and holdin' the clerk up at gun point...'
Daniels: Don't even go there....
Nicole: Why not? You went where you weren't supposed to with Sydney...
Daniels: I told ya already, I was just doin' my job...and besides I didn't know I needed your permission to live my life...
Nicole: Some job...but ya know you're right, ya don't need my permission. Who am I? I'm just another notch on your bedpost, right?
Daniels: Look we hardly know each other, it's not as if either of us agreed to be exclusively committed to each other....
Nicole: Oh my God, you are ****in' unbelievable! I can't believe ya just said that.....clearly ya don't know jack about women...
Daniels: And ya don't know jack about me, so I guess we're even...
Nicole: Screw you...
Daniels: I believe ya already did, thanks!
Nicole: THAT'S IT, GET THE **** OUT OF HERE, ARSEHOLE, I DON'T EVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN!
Daniels: Fine by me, crazy bitch!
Cyrus gets up and leaves, a few moments later, a suit case with all his clothes chucked in follows.
Nicole: I hope Sydney ends up pregnant ya bastard!
Nicole is now lying in her bed, having taken it upon herself to evict Cyrus from her brother's apartment, and she cries rather openly with nobody to hear her, she spots her own suitcase, still half packed and decides that her trip to America was over....
Cyrus stands in the door way and clicks on the light, a flicker from the lone dangling bulb greets him as he throws his suitcase across the room, and on impact with the floor it opens and out falls his hunting knife.
Cyrus walks over and picks it off the floor, twirling it in his hand as he frowned at his own reflection in the blade, he then takes his seat on the simple wooden crate, and it felt a little colder and a little harder since the last time he was here, he tried to flick on the little television to distract himself, but it too had given up on him.
The dimly lit bulb died.
The light went out.
The electricity was gone.
He sat alone, growing ever darker.
Ever colder.
Stephen was right, she had not changed. She was still prone to jump head long into something without seeing the bigger picture, she often leapt without looking, confident in her own ability to judge the situation without all of the facts.
Now look at the mess she was in, that's the real reason she was so angry, that's the real reason she had felt so ready to slap the teeth out of her big brother's mouth, because she was impulsive. She did things on a whim, without thinking, and everybody had told her her whole life that if she wasn't careful, she'd wind up in big trouble one day.
Everybody thought they knew what was best for "Baby Nicky", her Mom, Dad and even her two brothers, Stephen and Bruce. They were always telling her what to do, how to live her life, trying to look out for her or so they said.
Here she was, in America, she had come over for a visit, to see her brother, and attempt at least to heal the wounds and repair a bridge long since burned. She started this trip convinced she was finally grown up and mature enough to forgive Stephen, and yet instead of trying to do that, she was instead trying to stop herself from falling in love with a man who was just so wrong for her.
He was her brother's best friend, and even though every instinct in her body told her this was wrong, that this was a bad idea, that she would only end up hurt by willingly getting involved with a hardened ex-convict that she knew very little about aside from whatever little trinkets of information she'd managed to glean from her brother's letters to Mom back home, telling her how much he had feared his prison transfer to Borallon until he met a man called Cyrus Daniels.
The man Stephen saw as 'the big brother he never had', 'his very own guardian Angel in Hell', somebody who 'watched his back and wasn't afraid to get into a scrap by his side'. From her brother's descriptions at least, Cyrus Daniels sounded like a gentle giant of a man, a strong yet compassionate sort of bloke, the kind of man who could and would protect anyone he cared about, reading the letters that her Mom had kept, Nicole soon realised that Cyrus Daniels sounded just like the kind of man she could fall in love with - and perhaps it was that insanity that got her to call up her brother and get him to agree to her visit on such haste a couple of weeks ago.
She just had to meet Cyrus, she wanted to thank him for all he had done for her brother, little did she know until she had actually locked eyes with him how much she had fallen in love with this man based on nothing more than a few of her brother's scribblings behind bars. Love at first sight was an insane description, but by God it was the only description that fit. It was the only description that made any sense...assuming one could actually make sense of hopping into bed and doing the nasty with a man she had only known a few hours.
Nicole: That's what you get when you spread for a man you hardly know, Nicky...
Nicole slumped to her side and wept into her pillow. That was when he stood in the door way, watching, not a word of defence for himself, and she sat up, furiously wiping away any evidence of her shattered defences and streaming tears. She sniffled.
Daniels: Nic....are you okay?
Nicole: What kinda dumb ass question is that? Do I look okay to you?
Daniels: Okay...what's wrong?
Cyrus moved closer to her and was about to sit down beside her, but she pushed him away, and got to her feet.
Nicole: Don't you dare touch me, you wanker! If you don't know what's wrong, then you are just an arsehole...but here's a hint, Sydney ****in' Knite....startin' to ring any bells up there yet, mate?
Daniels: Oh, about that, look listen, I'm sorry and all, but I don't know why you're gettin' so bent outta shape over all this Nic, I've already told ya, I have no idea how she ended up naked and in bed with me....
Nicole: Is that really the best story you can come up with? No wonder ya got banged up for ten years mate, if that was your entire defense...'I'm sorry Your Honor, I have no idea how I ended up pullin' a bank job and holdin' the clerk up at gun point...'
Daniels: Don't even go there....
Nicole: Why not? You went where you weren't supposed to with Sydney...
Daniels: I told ya already, I was just doin' my job...and besides I didn't know I needed your permission to live my life...
Nicole: Some job...but ya know you're right, ya don't need my permission. Who am I? I'm just another notch on your bedpost, right?
Daniels: Look we hardly know each other, it's not as if either of us agreed to be exclusively committed to each other....
Nicole: Oh my God, you are ****in' unbelievable! I can't believe ya just said that.....clearly ya don't know jack about women...
Daniels: And ya don't know jack about me, so I guess we're even...
Nicole: Screw you...
Daniels: I believe ya already did, thanks!
Nicole: THAT'S IT, GET THE **** OUT OF HERE, ARSEHOLE, I DON'T EVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN!
Daniels: Fine by me, crazy bitch!
Cyrus gets up and leaves, a few moments later, a suit case with all his clothes chucked in follows.
Nicole: I hope Sydney ends up pregnant ya bastard!
Nicole is now lying in her bed, having taken it upon herself to evict Cyrus from her brother's apartment, and she cries rather openly with nobody to hear her, she spots her own suitcase, still half packed and decides that her trip to America was over....
Cyrus stands in the door way and clicks on the light, a flicker from the lone dangling bulb greets him as he throws his suitcase across the room, and on impact with the floor it opens and out falls his hunting knife.
Cyrus walks over and picks it off the floor, twirling it in his hand as he frowned at his own reflection in the blade, he then takes his seat on the simple wooden crate, and it felt a little colder and a little harder since the last time he was here, he tried to flick on the little television to distract himself, but it too had given up on him.
The dimly lit bulb died.
The light went out.
The electricity was gone.
He sat alone, growing ever darker.
Ever colder.