OOC: Okay so I made a Fanpage for Zan and Dom, sortof like a website a fan of Alienation would make. So any of the characters could look this up on the internet...
Beautifully Broken
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~Dom~
I'm not surprised when Ava gets a call that Zan is in jail. That boy is always in trouble. I am taken aback though when Max decides to go get him. What part of Zanny doesn't need him didn't he understand.
I'm gald when my mum decides to leave. I follow her out the door into the heat. Why the bloody hell would any one want to live here? I silently hope that Zan is ok.
"Hey mum...how far away is this hotel?" I ask in hopes of getting out of this heat.
I'm not surprised when Ava gets a call that Zan is in jail. That boy is always in trouble. I am taken aback though when Max decides to go get him. What part of Zanny doesn't need him didn't he understand.
I'm gald when my mum decides to leave. I follow her out the door into the heat. Why the bloody hell would any one want to live here? I silently hope that Zan is ok.
"Hey mum...how far away is this hotel?" I ask in hopes of getting out of this heat.
Not all who wander are lost
~Tolkien~
~Tolkien~
OOC -- Storm says that Micah and Natalie are coming, too, but I'll assume they're in Micah's car, not with Max.
Athenea -- let me know if you want any changes. I'll be glad to edit.
*Max*
The deputy directs Nathaniel and me to the observation room to meet Sheriff Valenti. "Hello, Sheriff," I say as Nathaniel and I walk into the room. Immediately, my eyes are drawn to the large window that's a mirror on the other side. I see Zan with his head on the table, apparently sleeping. As much as it's good to see that he's safe and sound, I have to admit it still makes me uncomfortable to look into a room like that. It brings back echos of feelings from the White Room at Eagle Rock -- but that was a long time ago and I manage to quell the emotions. One thing I do know, I don't want to leave Zan here.
"I see he's okay," I comment. "Are you the officer that he hit?" I add, raising an eyebrow at a small but darkening bruise that I see on the side of Jim's head.
"Yeah," says Jim, his voice a low growl. "He got in one good shot."
"I see," I say. I know there are no cameras in this room and I lift my hand to touch the Sheriff's face.
"Hey, that's evidence," he says, pulling back, but it's too late. The bruise is gone. I hadn't actually thought of it as evidence, but maybe that'll work for Zan now.
"Hmm. Well if there's no evidence, maybe we can ... help him? Modify the charges?" I suggest.
The sheriff looks at me suspiciously. "Now why would I want to do that?Who is this kid? He seems ... familiar."
I admit, I'm surprised by this from Jim. He's not talking about recognising Zan from the media. I'm quite sure Jim is not reading the teen music magazines or watching the music videos. I also doubt he's seeing any resemblance to my other kids. Is he recognising Tess in this boy?
"Really? Well, in fact, you have met him before when he was a baby. He's my son, Zan. I only found out today, myself," I tell him.
"Is that so?" The sheriff says. He takes off his hat as he looks through the glass at the rock star again. "He sure turned out different."
I nod. "He wasn't quite as lucky as Isabel and I were. He's not fully human, like Tess said he was. I don't think he really has any idea how to control his powers. I don't know what he might be able to do."
Athenea -- let me know if you want any changes. I'll be glad to edit.
*Max*
The deputy directs Nathaniel and me to the observation room to meet Sheriff Valenti. "Hello, Sheriff," I say as Nathaniel and I walk into the room. Immediately, my eyes are drawn to the large window that's a mirror on the other side. I see Zan with his head on the table, apparently sleeping. As much as it's good to see that he's safe and sound, I have to admit it still makes me uncomfortable to look into a room like that. It brings back echos of feelings from the White Room at Eagle Rock -- but that was a long time ago and I manage to quell the emotions. One thing I do know, I don't want to leave Zan here.
"I see he's okay," I comment. "Are you the officer that he hit?" I add, raising an eyebrow at a small but darkening bruise that I see on the side of Jim's head.
"Yeah," says Jim, his voice a low growl. "He got in one good shot."
"I see," I say. I know there are no cameras in this room and I lift my hand to touch the Sheriff's face.
"Hey, that's evidence," he says, pulling back, but it's too late. The bruise is gone. I hadn't actually thought of it as evidence, but maybe that'll work for Zan now.
"Hmm. Well if there's no evidence, maybe we can ... help him? Modify the charges?" I suggest.
The sheriff looks at me suspiciously. "Now why would I want to do that?Who is this kid? He seems ... familiar."
I admit, I'm surprised by this from Jim. He's not talking about recognising Zan from the media. I'm quite sure Jim is not reading the teen music magazines or watching the music videos. I also doubt he's seeing any resemblance to my other kids. Is he recognising Tess in this boy?
"Really? Well, in fact, you have met him before when he was a baby. He's my son, Zan. I only found out today, myself," I tell him.
"Is that so?" The sheriff says. He takes off his hat as he looks through the glass at the rock star again. "He sure turned out different."
I nod. "He wasn't quite as lucky as Isabel and I were. He's not fully human, like Tess said he was. I don't think he really has any idea how to control his powers. I don't know what he might be able to do."
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OOC:That's perfect Isabelle, if Jim wants to bring up what he found in Zan's record that's fine too 
Give up this fight, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
These bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy.
Tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free.
Zan
I close my eyes in an effort to calm down a bit. I really hate this room. The very air is stifiling. And the pacing was just making me feel sick. Unfortunately the room is still spinning and I wish I would just pass out. However this small room is still making me too nervous to even consider going to sleep in here. The jail cell was at least half way open, well there were bars instead of a wall but still.
I lift my head up and run my hands over my face and wince when I brush against my busted lip. I pull my hand away and look at the blood on my fingertips before brushing it on my pants leg. Dominique is already going to kill me for allowing her pants to get messed up. My shirt was fuckin tore to pieces. It was one of my favorites too. Stupid bastard, repressing homosexual tendencies and then deciding to take them out on me. At least the cops are smallminded enought that they thought we were fighting. Well, I was certainlly trying to get the bastard off of me. Stupid Asshole.
Just don't think about it. That's how I get through my life, just don't think about the bad things, pretend they never happened. I pick at a loose thread on the ugly shirt I have on. God, I hope the media doesn't get a hold of me in this outfit. I can see it now "Zander Grey Gone Redneck" Dom would have a field day with that one.
Maybe I should have called Ava. I don't want to stay here. Surely Danny or Sam will tell her where I am, if they have even figured out I was arrested yet. And why did they bring me in this room anyway? God I have got to get out of here. I tap my foot and tap my fingers on the table in a effort to take my mind off this room. As usual a tune pops into my head and I start humming it.
OOC: I"ll post for Ava this evening
Give up this fight, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
These bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy.
Tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free.
Zan
I close my eyes in an effort to calm down a bit. I really hate this room. The very air is stifiling. And the pacing was just making me feel sick. Unfortunately the room is still spinning and I wish I would just pass out. However this small room is still making me too nervous to even consider going to sleep in here. The jail cell was at least half way open, well there were bars instead of a wall but still.
I lift my head up and run my hands over my face and wince when I brush against my busted lip. I pull my hand away and look at the blood on my fingertips before brushing it on my pants leg. Dominique is already going to kill me for allowing her pants to get messed up. My shirt was fuckin tore to pieces. It was one of my favorites too. Stupid bastard, repressing homosexual tendencies and then deciding to take them out on me. At least the cops are smallminded enought that they thought we were fighting. Well, I was certainlly trying to get the bastard off of me. Stupid Asshole.
Just don't think about it. That's how I get through my life, just don't think about the bad things, pretend they never happened. I pick at a loose thread on the ugly shirt I have on. God, I hope the media doesn't get a hold of me in this outfit. I can see it now "Zander Grey Gone Redneck" Dom would have a field day with that one.
Maybe I should have called Ava. I don't want to stay here. Surely Danny or Sam will tell her where I am, if they have even figured out I was arrested yet. And why did they bring me in this room anyway? God I have got to get out of here. I tap my foot and tap my fingers on the table in a effort to take my mind off this room. As usual a tune pops into my head and I start humming it.
OOC: I"ll post for Ava this evening
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ooc: Storm, I don't know if Drake is coming with Ava and Dom or not but you can just write him in here if he is.Maybe he can drive them to the Motel?
AVA
"Hey mum...how far away is this hotel?" Dominique says to me as we walk outside. She seems to be taking everything well so far. Alot better than I thought she would. I wonder if she's trying out Zan's indifferent attitude or if she is waiting to question me when we are away from everyone else.
"Not too far. But we will need a ride. We passed it coming into town. It's in between the interstate and Roswell." I tell her as I start checking my voicemails on my cell phone. We are so behind in schedule. We were supposed to have a photoshoot today and start working on the band's new music video. I wonder if I can get them all to come here and then we won't be so behind. I know we have alot going on right now but this band is me, Dom, and Zan's whole life and I don't want it screwed up because of Alien issues.
AVA
"Hey mum...how far away is this hotel?" Dominique says to me as we walk outside. She seems to be taking everything well so far. Alot better than I thought she would. I wonder if she's trying out Zan's indifferent attitude or if she is waiting to question me when we are away from everyone else.
"Not too far. But we will need a ride. We passed it coming into town. It's in between the interstate and Roswell." I tell her as I start checking my voicemails on my cell phone. We are so behind in schedule. We were supposed to have a photoshoot today and start working on the band's new music video. I wonder if I can get them all to come here and then we won't be so behind. I know we have alot going on right now but this band is me, Dom, and Zan's whole life and I don't want it screwed up because of Alien issues.
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~Micah~
I listen as Aunt Liz and Uncle Max talk to Nat and I can’t help but feel slightly like I should be over giving her support. She’s not normally the type of girl to get emotional so seeing her with tears in her eyes is different from what I’m used to.
"What Max did was the bravest thing as far as I'm concerned, and that's not because I didn't want Zan around..." Aunt Liz explains as she looks at her husband, my uncle. "I'd have been there whatever he decided..."
"I know you're angry honey, but please try and understand that we were trying to do what was best. And we were trying to do the same when we didn't tell you... Maybe we were wrong, but when you were younger we kept thinking it would be better to do it when you were older, when you could understand more, and more recently...well...there never seemed to be the right time..." I watch her shake her head and glance at Nat seeing that she’s fighting against breaking down. "I know that sounds like excuses, but it's the truth....and what's also the truth is that we didn't know it was Zan... Your grandfather arranged the adoption and neither your father or I had any knowledge of where he had gone...we just hoped he was safe and happy... I'm sorry honey...”
"Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He's at the police station." Ava suddenly informs us after a brief call on her cell. Hmm, no way in hell am I remaining here when I hear that Uncle Max and the others are considering going. I have my car.
~Natalie~
"What Max did was the bravest thing as far as I'm concerned, and that's not because I didn't want Zan around..." I listen as mom pauses and looks at dad, I can see she’s upset about how this came out but it doesn’t change how I feel.
"I'd have been there whatever he decided..."
She moves closer to dad as she looks at me and continues, "I know you're angry honey, but please try and understand that we were trying to do what was best. And we were trying to do the same when we didn't tell you... Maybe we were wrong, but when you were younger we kept thinking it would be better to do it when you were older, when you could understand more, and more recently...well...there never seemed to be the right time..." Never a right time? When did they ever think it would be a good time to tell us we had a brother that the hid from us.
If I’d known, I would have tried everything I could have to find him. "I know that sounds like excuses, but it's the truth....and what's also the truth is that we didn't know it was Zan... Your grandfather arranged the adoption and neither your father or I had any knowledge of where he had gone...we just hoped he was safe and happy... I'm sorry honey...”
I’m about to say something when Dad starts speaking. “You’re right. It was wrong not to tell you,” he says. “Like your mom told you, we’d meant to. As soon as I realized who Zan was, I knew I’d have to tell you today but I never would have wanted you to find out like this. Especially in front of everyone.” Embarrassment is nothing new from my dad, he always seems to be embarrassed about something and now it just pisses me off even more seeing that look, “Look, there’s a lot you should know but this really isn’t the place. I promise to give you all the details you want when we have some privacy.”
I glance over at my brother, willing to follow his lead because at that moment I’d said all I could think of to say without completely losing my control. Nate squeezes my hand as he replies, “…Okay. But we want the whole story, and soon!”
I nod, agreeing and smile at my brother weakly. I know he’s as upset about this as I am.
"Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He's at the police station." Ava suddenly announces and I glance over, feeling panic hit me. The brother I never knew I had was in jail!?
“Damn,” Dad swears and I look at him, “Is Valenti on duty today?” He asks and then doesn’t really require an answer as he continues looking at Ava, “I’ll go get him.”
“Liz, unseal the door for me, would you please?” Dad asks mom and I look at my mother then at my dad. I want to go, I want to show Zan that he’s got family, yet a part of me hesitates. Dad tells Uncle Michael to keep watch on Drake and then leaves after trying to make sense to Drake who simply glares at my dad’s back.
~Drake~
"Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He's at the police station." Funny thing that, of course, if Zan was like me he could easily get out of the human containment center that they call jail. I couldn’t help but think that maybe I should go bust him out, it would be fun. It’s been a while since I’ve done any damage to anything.
Max begins talking about someone named Valenti and then states he’s going to get Zan. When he looks at Michael I find myself glaring at his words, “Keep an eye on Drake. I'm not sure we're done talking to him.”
Does he think that the overgrown mop that looks like my dad in some ways is really going to be able to keep me here? What a fucking idiot. His gaze moves to me as he adds, "You say you want to go find 'Duke.' My guess is he's on his way here following Jayden anyway. You might as well wait here in Roswell for him."
I glare at him as he walks out, straightening from my stance as I try to decide what exactly I’m going to do.
“Liz, we are staying at the Tumbleweed." I hear Ava say and prepare to file that information away for later since we never had our talk. "When you talk to Max again tell him we are in rooms 7 and 8."
She turns to Michael and her words actually surprise me. Not to mention I’m slightly amused. "I'm taking Drake with me."
When she has exited the door and her daughter, my cousin I guess, follows I look at Michael with a smirk. “Damn, guess funs over for now. We can battle wits another time, Duke.”
With a laugh, I leave through the door in time to hear Dominique asking Ava, "Hey mum...how far away is this hotel?"
"Not too far. But we will need a ride. We passed it coming into town. It's in between the interstate and Roswell." Ava replies and I step to catch up.
“Well, if I’m goin’ with you, yous don’t need a ride, I’s got one.” I pull the key from my pocket and smirk as I step ahead of both of them, heading toward my stolen Mustang. Once I’ve reached the car, climbed in and unlocked the doors, I look at them and simply say, “Coming?” I had some questions for my so-called Aunt Ava too, just like I had things to tell her from my old man.
~Micah~
Everyone was leaving and I decided to follow, “I’m going to the jail too. Want a lift, Nat?” I ask as I realize Nate had already rushed out before Natalie had made a move. She seemed to be a bit stunned.
She shook her head a moment then looked at me, nodding. She looked at her mom, “We’d better have talks later.” Then she came over toward me and we walked out of the back entrance together and to my car. “Thanks, Micah.” She said, even her tone seemed somewhat detached.
“No problem, Nat.” As we climbed in and I began driving I kept glancing over at her and saw that she was fighting the tears. “Nat, Zan’ll be alright.”
“I know… but… look at how much he’s missed out on. Look at what we’ve missed out on. He’s family, blood and I never knew it.”
“Hey, don’t go getting all sappy on me, Nat. I need to be able to see to drive and when you get sappy, which isn’t often, I never manage to stay dry eyed.” I attempt to tease and see only a hint of a smile on her lips but it’s gone quickly.
When we arrive at the jail, I park and together we walk into the building. Nat looks at the deputy, “I’m joining my dad. Where is he?”
The deputy showed us back and we walked in, glancing around, I saw Nate and Uncle Max talking with Sheriff Valenti while just on the other side of the glass, Zan sat there looking as though he was completely out of his element and that shirt he had on didn’t do him any justice. Although, it did mean I had more imagination to work with.
Am I attracted to him? Hell yes. Will I act on it? Hell no. Will I flirt and tease? Where would the fun be if I didn't?
I listen as Aunt Liz and Uncle Max talk to Nat and I can’t help but feel slightly like I should be over giving her support. She’s not normally the type of girl to get emotional so seeing her with tears in her eyes is different from what I’m used to.
"What Max did was the bravest thing as far as I'm concerned, and that's not because I didn't want Zan around..." Aunt Liz explains as she looks at her husband, my uncle. "I'd have been there whatever he decided..."
"I know you're angry honey, but please try and understand that we were trying to do what was best. And we were trying to do the same when we didn't tell you... Maybe we were wrong, but when you were younger we kept thinking it would be better to do it when you were older, when you could understand more, and more recently...well...there never seemed to be the right time..." I watch her shake her head and glance at Nat seeing that she’s fighting against breaking down. "I know that sounds like excuses, but it's the truth....and what's also the truth is that we didn't know it was Zan... Your grandfather arranged the adoption and neither your father or I had any knowledge of where he had gone...we just hoped he was safe and happy... I'm sorry honey...”
"Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He's at the police station." Ava suddenly informs us after a brief call on her cell. Hmm, no way in hell am I remaining here when I hear that Uncle Max and the others are considering going. I have my car.
~Natalie~
"What Max did was the bravest thing as far as I'm concerned, and that's not because I didn't want Zan around..." I listen as mom pauses and looks at dad, I can see she’s upset about how this came out but it doesn’t change how I feel.
"I'd have been there whatever he decided..."
She moves closer to dad as she looks at me and continues, "I know you're angry honey, but please try and understand that we were trying to do what was best. And we were trying to do the same when we didn't tell you... Maybe we were wrong, but when you were younger we kept thinking it would be better to do it when you were older, when you could understand more, and more recently...well...there never seemed to be the right time..." Never a right time? When did they ever think it would be a good time to tell us we had a brother that the hid from us.
If I’d known, I would have tried everything I could have to find him. "I know that sounds like excuses, but it's the truth....and what's also the truth is that we didn't know it was Zan... Your grandfather arranged the adoption and neither your father or I had any knowledge of where he had gone...we just hoped he was safe and happy... I'm sorry honey...”
I’m about to say something when Dad starts speaking. “You’re right. It was wrong not to tell you,” he says. “Like your mom told you, we’d meant to. As soon as I realized who Zan was, I knew I’d have to tell you today but I never would have wanted you to find out like this. Especially in front of everyone.” Embarrassment is nothing new from my dad, he always seems to be embarrassed about something and now it just pisses me off even more seeing that look, “Look, there’s a lot you should know but this really isn’t the place. I promise to give you all the details you want when we have some privacy.”
I glance over at my brother, willing to follow his lead because at that moment I’d said all I could think of to say without completely losing my control. Nate squeezes my hand as he replies, “…Okay. But we want the whole story, and soon!”
I nod, agreeing and smile at my brother weakly. I know he’s as upset about this as I am.
"Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He's at the police station." Ava suddenly announces and I glance over, feeling panic hit me. The brother I never knew I had was in jail!?
“Damn,” Dad swears and I look at him, “Is Valenti on duty today?” He asks and then doesn’t really require an answer as he continues looking at Ava, “I’ll go get him.”
“Liz, unseal the door for me, would you please?” Dad asks mom and I look at my mother then at my dad. I want to go, I want to show Zan that he’s got family, yet a part of me hesitates. Dad tells Uncle Michael to keep watch on Drake and then leaves after trying to make sense to Drake who simply glares at my dad’s back.
~Drake~
"Zan got arrested. Assault on a police officer. He's at the police station." Funny thing that, of course, if Zan was like me he could easily get out of the human containment center that they call jail. I couldn’t help but think that maybe I should go bust him out, it would be fun. It’s been a while since I’ve done any damage to anything.
Max begins talking about someone named Valenti and then states he’s going to get Zan. When he looks at Michael I find myself glaring at his words, “Keep an eye on Drake. I'm not sure we're done talking to him.”
Does he think that the overgrown mop that looks like my dad in some ways is really going to be able to keep me here? What a fucking idiot. His gaze moves to me as he adds, "You say you want to go find 'Duke.' My guess is he's on his way here following Jayden anyway. You might as well wait here in Roswell for him."
I glare at him as he walks out, straightening from my stance as I try to decide what exactly I’m going to do.
“Liz, we are staying at the Tumbleweed." I hear Ava say and prepare to file that information away for later since we never had our talk. "When you talk to Max again tell him we are in rooms 7 and 8."
She turns to Michael and her words actually surprise me. Not to mention I’m slightly amused. "I'm taking Drake with me."
When she has exited the door and her daughter, my cousin I guess, follows I look at Michael with a smirk. “Damn, guess funs over for now. We can battle wits another time, Duke.”
With a laugh, I leave through the door in time to hear Dominique asking Ava, "Hey mum...how far away is this hotel?"
"Not too far. But we will need a ride. We passed it coming into town. It's in between the interstate and Roswell." Ava replies and I step to catch up.
“Well, if I’m goin’ with you, yous don’t need a ride, I’s got one.” I pull the key from my pocket and smirk as I step ahead of both of them, heading toward my stolen Mustang. Once I’ve reached the car, climbed in and unlocked the doors, I look at them and simply say, “Coming?” I had some questions for my so-called Aunt Ava too, just like I had things to tell her from my old man.
~Micah~
Everyone was leaving and I decided to follow, “I’m going to the jail too. Want a lift, Nat?” I ask as I realize Nate had already rushed out before Natalie had made a move. She seemed to be a bit stunned.
She shook her head a moment then looked at me, nodding. She looked at her mom, “We’d better have talks later.” Then she came over toward me and we walked out of the back entrance together and to my car. “Thanks, Micah.” She said, even her tone seemed somewhat detached.
“No problem, Nat.” As we climbed in and I began driving I kept glancing over at her and saw that she was fighting the tears. “Nat, Zan’ll be alright.”
“I know… but… look at how much he’s missed out on. Look at what we’ve missed out on. He’s family, blood and I never knew it.”
“Hey, don’t go getting all sappy on me, Nat. I need to be able to see to drive and when you get sappy, which isn’t often, I never manage to stay dry eyed.” I attempt to tease and see only a hint of a smile on her lips but it’s gone quickly.
When we arrive at the jail, I park and together we walk into the building. Nat looks at the deputy, “I’m joining my dad. Where is he?”
The deputy showed us back and we walked in, glancing around, I saw Nate and Uncle Max talking with Sheriff Valenti while just on the other side of the glass, Zan sat there looking as though he was completely out of his element and that shirt he had on didn’t do him any justice. Although, it did mean I had more imagination to work with.
Am I attracted to him? Hell yes. Will I act on it? Hell no. Will I flirt and tease? Where would the fun be if I didn't?
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Ava
“Well, if I’m goin’ with you, yous don’t need a ride, I’s got one.” Drake says as he walks towards a mustang convertible that I am pretty sure he didn’t buy. Especially considering how we used to do things in NY. We never paid for anything. “Coming?” he asks and I roll my eyes.
“Yeah we’re coming.” I say before opening the door and letting Dominique crawl into the backseat before I get in the front. The ride to the motel is relatively quite except for the music on the radio. And it is also fairly short. I notice the transfer truck with all the band’s equipment for the concert is parked out beside the pool and several of the crew’s van’s are scattered all around. I’m sure we are all booking up all the rooms in this little run down motel.
I wave to some of the crew members who are using this mini vacation to lounge by the pool. “This way.” I say heading towards room seven. I open the door and when everyone is inside I seal it with my powers just in case. The little room isn’t much, two double beds, a old tv and a bathroom but at least it looks clean.
“Aright so spill.” I say crossing my arms over my chest and wait for the message that Drake supposidly has for me.
“Well, if I’m goin’ with you, yous don’t need a ride, I’s got one.” Drake says as he walks towards a mustang convertible that I am pretty sure he didn’t buy. Especially considering how we used to do things in NY. We never paid for anything. “Coming?” he asks and I roll my eyes.
“Yeah we’re coming.” I say before opening the door and letting Dominique crawl into the backseat before I get in the front. The ride to the motel is relatively quite except for the music on the radio. And it is also fairly short. I notice the transfer truck with all the band’s equipment for the concert is parked out beside the pool and several of the crew’s van’s are scattered all around. I’m sure we are all booking up all the rooms in this little run down motel.
I wave to some of the crew members who are using this mini vacation to lounge by the pool. “This way.” I say heading towards room seven. I open the door and when everyone is inside I seal it with my powers just in case. The little room isn’t much, two double beds, a old tv and a bathroom but at least it looks clean.
“Aright so spill.” I say crossing my arms over my chest and wait for the message that Drake supposidly has for me.
*Nathaniel*
I listen to dad chat with the Sheriff, even going so far as to heal his face. All of this because of Zan. Now, I’m as big a fan of Zander Gray as anyone and I do want to help him, it’s just hard to realize that he’s my brother. It’s strange to see Dad trying so hard to help him. Would he do the same for me? Well, yeah, he probably would. It still seems strange.
And the Sheriff knew all about this, too. He knew Dad gave up a son for adoption. How many others know all this? Uncle Kyle?
"He wasn't quite as lucky as Isabel and I were. He's not fully human, like Tess said he was. I don't think he really has any idea how to control his powers. I don't know what he might be able to do."
Tess? What does Tess have to do with this? She was the other one, I remember. Ava’s dupe. Nobody likes her and they call her a traitor. I’m about to ask about Tess when the Sheriff drops his voice, glancing at me before addressing Dad again. “He’s a troubled kid. Maybe we should talk privately.”
Dad glances at me, too, and then shrugs. If it’s about Zan, I would guess that Nathaniel already knows. He knows a lot about the band.”
“I didn’t know he was my brother,” I say with a scowl, my voice low.
“Nate,” Dad says, his voice both sad and warning. He doesn’t want to get into this now. He did promise to answer questions later. Reluctantly, I keep quiet, but I’m not going to let him get away with skipping out on those answers.
The Sheriff frowns but he goes on. “He’s got a record starting from when he was 13.” There have been hints that Zan's been arrested once or twice but I don't know what for. Probably more like this. Getting drunk and hitting people.
Dad nods. Oddly, he doesn’t seem to be freaked out by this. The sheriff sees this and he shakes his head. His voice grows harder as he continues. “This isn’t just a one-time thing like when you were arrested,” The sheriff says.
“Whoa! Wait!” I say, holding up my hands in a ‘time-out’ signal. “Dad was arrested?”
“Once when I was seventeen,” he admits. He seems to make a decision and there’s a hint of amusement as he goes on. “Armed Robbery. A convenience store in Utah. But the charges were dropped.”
“Just because you weren’t the one holding the gun,” The sheriff remembers.
My mind is more than a bit boggled by this. This was real. It wasn’t a mistake. He really robbed somebody? “Who was? Uncle Michael?”
The sheriff interrupts. “Maybe you should talk about that later. Right now I need to talk to your dad about Zan.”
Dad nods. “Actually, the Utah trip was about Zan, too, but what do you want to say?”
The Utah trip was Zan? Holding up a store? I am building up a BIG store of questions to ask but right now, I listen to the sheriff.
“He was arrested for prostitution at 15. He’s got a long string of drug and alcohol-related arrests. Not to mention destruction of property,” the Sheriff says. “He’s high as a kite right now. Drugs or alcohol or both. You sure you want to get involved with this?”
*Max*
I’m about to answer when Natalie and Micah arrive. I wonder if they heard what the Sheriff just said about Zan’s criminal record. I hope not, but I’m guessing they did. I wish they hadn't come, but I should have guessed that they would. I remember how Micah and Zander had reacted to one another and I have a feeling there's a bit more going on than just Micah giving Natalie a lift.
“Nat and Micah!” Nate says, moving a bit to allow them to come close.
"Hey kids," I say. I glance at Zan again. He looks so lost and alone and trapped there in that small room. He’s humming to himself but I know he has to be freaking out. Since he’s a musician, the humming is probably his way of dealing with it.
“I’m sure, Jim. He’s my son,” I say. There was so much that Zan never got because I wasn’t there. Information. Protection. I’m not going to let him down now.
“Besides, if he's that drunk, you don't want him here causing trouble if his powers go beserk. I’d love to know how he’s managing,” I say, watching him. High on drugs or alcohol? The tiniest swallow sent me for a loop. A can of beer had Michael sparking and miserable for half a day. But Zan looks … well he looks disleveled and miserable but he doesn’t have any ‘alien’ symptoms. I wonder why.
“Please get him out of there,” I ask. Watching him in that room is really getting to me. I can’t do it any more.
The sheriff frowns but he doesn’t disagree. “Okay. I’ll be right back. And I’ll see what I can do about those charges,” he says, leaving.
"Hey Natalie," Nathaniel says as soon as the Sheriff is gone. "Did you know Dad was arrested when he was a kid?"
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I listen to dad chat with the Sheriff, even going so far as to heal his face. All of this because of Zan. Now, I’m as big a fan of Zander Gray as anyone and I do want to help him, it’s just hard to realize that he’s my brother. It’s strange to see Dad trying so hard to help him. Would he do the same for me? Well, yeah, he probably would. It still seems strange.
And the Sheriff knew all about this, too. He knew Dad gave up a son for adoption. How many others know all this? Uncle Kyle?
"He wasn't quite as lucky as Isabel and I were. He's not fully human, like Tess said he was. I don't think he really has any idea how to control his powers. I don't know what he might be able to do."
Tess? What does Tess have to do with this? She was the other one, I remember. Ava’s dupe. Nobody likes her and they call her a traitor. I’m about to ask about Tess when the Sheriff drops his voice, glancing at me before addressing Dad again. “He’s a troubled kid. Maybe we should talk privately.”
Dad glances at me, too, and then shrugs. If it’s about Zan, I would guess that Nathaniel already knows. He knows a lot about the band.”
“I didn’t know he was my brother,” I say with a scowl, my voice low.
“Nate,” Dad says, his voice both sad and warning. He doesn’t want to get into this now. He did promise to answer questions later. Reluctantly, I keep quiet, but I’m not going to let him get away with skipping out on those answers.
The Sheriff frowns but he goes on. “He’s got a record starting from when he was 13.” There have been hints that Zan's been arrested once or twice but I don't know what for. Probably more like this. Getting drunk and hitting people.
Dad nods. Oddly, he doesn’t seem to be freaked out by this. The sheriff sees this and he shakes his head. His voice grows harder as he continues. “This isn’t just a one-time thing like when you were arrested,” The sheriff says.
“Whoa! Wait!” I say, holding up my hands in a ‘time-out’ signal. “Dad was arrested?”
“Once when I was seventeen,” he admits. He seems to make a decision and there’s a hint of amusement as he goes on. “Armed Robbery. A convenience store in Utah. But the charges were dropped.”
“Just because you weren’t the one holding the gun,” The sheriff remembers.
My mind is more than a bit boggled by this. This was real. It wasn’t a mistake. He really robbed somebody? “Who was? Uncle Michael?”
The sheriff interrupts. “Maybe you should talk about that later. Right now I need to talk to your dad about Zan.”
Dad nods. “Actually, the Utah trip was about Zan, too, but what do you want to say?”
The Utah trip was Zan? Holding up a store? I am building up a BIG store of questions to ask but right now, I listen to the sheriff.
“He was arrested for prostitution at 15. He’s got a long string of drug and alcohol-related arrests. Not to mention destruction of property,” the Sheriff says. “He’s high as a kite right now. Drugs or alcohol or both. You sure you want to get involved with this?”
*Max*
I’m about to answer when Natalie and Micah arrive. I wonder if they heard what the Sheriff just said about Zan’s criminal record. I hope not, but I’m guessing they did. I wish they hadn't come, but I should have guessed that they would. I remember how Micah and Zander had reacted to one another and I have a feeling there's a bit more going on than just Micah giving Natalie a lift.
“Nat and Micah!” Nate says, moving a bit to allow them to come close.
"Hey kids," I say. I glance at Zan again. He looks so lost and alone and trapped there in that small room. He’s humming to himself but I know he has to be freaking out. Since he’s a musician, the humming is probably his way of dealing with it.
“I’m sure, Jim. He’s my son,” I say. There was so much that Zan never got because I wasn’t there. Information. Protection. I’m not going to let him down now.
“Besides, if he's that drunk, you don't want him here causing trouble if his powers go beserk. I’d love to know how he’s managing,” I say, watching him. High on drugs or alcohol? The tiniest swallow sent me for a loop. A can of beer had Michael sparking and miserable for half a day. But Zan looks … well he looks disleveled and miserable but he doesn’t have any ‘alien’ symptoms. I wonder why.
“Please get him out of there,” I ask. Watching him in that room is really getting to me. I can’t do it any more.
The sheriff frowns but he doesn’t disagree. “Okay. I’ll be right back. And I’ll see what I can do about those charges,” he says, leaving.
"Hey Natalie," Nathaniel says as soon as the Sheriff is gone. "Did you know Dad was arrested when he was a kid?"
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You are one of God's mistakes
You crying, tragic waste of skin
I'm well aware of how it aches
And you still won't let me in
Now I'm breaking down your door
To try and save your swollen face
Though I don't like you anymore
You lying, trying waste of space
ZAN
The door suddenly opens and I almost startled enough to fall out of my seat. Luckily I don’t fall over. It’s the sheriff again. He’s stares at me for a moment as if he’s trying to solve a puzzle or something. He finally sits down in the chair across the table from me. So now for the interrogation it seems, but he surprises me with his first statement.
“All charges have been dropped.” He says and I look at him in surprise as he continues. “I knew I recognized something about you but I couldn’t put my finger on it. You look a lot like your mom. I knew her, well I thought I knew her, she lived with me and my son for awhile.”
I just look at him and try to keep my expression neutral even though I am a little curious. People always said I resembled Ava and Dominique both. Didn’t Ava say my birth mother and her were twins?
The sheriff continues when I don’t say anything, “I’m dropping the charges as a favor to both your parents but I don’t want to see you back here again and I don’t want anymore trouble out of you while you’re here, understand?”
I just glare at him and don’t say a word. Who the fuck does this guy think he is trying to tell me what to do? I should sue. I have a lawyer…I think. But at least I can get the hell out of here and never look back. The sheriff finally gets the point that I’m not going to say anything and he sighs before asking me. “What makes a nineteen year old so angry at the world? I don’t know you but from what I get from this…” he says indicating a folder that is apparently my record “…it seems like your on a path of self destruction. You’re trying to hurt yourself but what you’re really doing is hurting those around you.”
I roll my eyes at him and finally speak for the first time since he entered the room. “What are you a fuckin’ shrink? You don’t know anything about me so you can take your psycho mumbo jumbo and shove it up your ass. I would never do anything to hurt my family.” Well that is not all true, I would never hurt Ava, Dom, or Jayden. But there are a few people I wouldn’t mind seeing suffering, one in particular.
Valenti just sits there calmly after my rant and it just manages to piss me off more but I bite my tongue in an effort to stifle the urge to jump across the table and hit the bastard again. Speaking of which I could have swore that would have least left a bruise on the guy but apparently not.
“How do you think those you love would feel if you got put in jail? If you really cared about your family you wouldn’t continue to do the things you do. Your actions affect them too. When you become a Father you will learn this lesson rather quickly.” He says and I roll my eyes again. Shows how much he knows.
“So can I go?” I ask and he looks towards the two way mirror for a moment before nodding. I stand up a bit to fast and stagger on my feet for a moment before getting my balance back. However, I flinch violently back when I feel someone’s hand on my arm.
“Easy, son, I’m not going to hurt you.” The sheriff says as he takes his hand off my arm. He take a deep breath before straightening up and following the sheriff out the door. To my surprise he just leads me to the room right beside the one I was held in.
“Well fuck me.” I say when I see all the people in the room. I am too confused at the moment to even comprehend why all these people are here. Max is there and I can’t seem to meet his eye when I ask the first thing that pops into my head. “Where’s Ava?"
You crying, tragic waste of skin
I'm well aware of how it aches
And you still won't let me in
Now I'm breaking down your door
To try and save your swollen face
Though I don't like you anymore
You lying, trying waste of space
ZAN
The door suddenly opens and I almost startled enough to fall out of my seat. Luckily I don’t fall over. It’s the sheriff again. He’s stares at me for a moment as if he’s trying to solve a puzzle or something. He finally sits down in the chair across the table from me. So now for the interrogation it seems, but he surprises me with his first statement.
“All charges have been dropped.” He says and I look at him in surprise as he continues. “I knew I recognized something about you but I couldn’t put my finger on it. You look a lot like your mom. I knew her, well I thought I knew her, she lived with me and my son for awhile.”
I just look at him and try to keep my expression neutral even though I am a little curious. People always said I resembled Ava and Dominique both. Didn’t Ava say my birth mother and her were twins?
The sheriff continues when I don’t say anything, “I’m dropping the charges as a favor to both your parents but I don’t want to see you back here again and I don’t want anymore trouble out of you while you’re here, understand?”
I just glare at him and don’t say a word. Who the fuck does this guy think he is trying to tell me what to do? I should sue. I have a lawyer…I think. But at least I can get the hell out of here and never look back. The sheriff finally gets the point that I’m not going to say anything and he sighs before asking me. “What makes a nineteen year old so angry at the world? I don’t know you but from what I get from this…” he says indicating a folder that is apparently my record “…it seems like your on a path of self destruction. You’re trying to hurt yourself but what you’re really doing is hurting those around you.”
I roll my eyes at him and finally speak for the first time since he entered the room. “What are you a fuckin’ shrink? You don’t know anything about me so you can take your psycho mumbo jumbo and shove it up your ass. I would never do anything to hurt my family.” Well that is not all true, I would never hurt Ava, Dom, or Jayden. But there are a few people I wouldn’t mind seeing suffering, one in particular.
Valenti just sits there calmly after my rant and it just manages to piss me off more but I bite my tongue in an effort to stifle the urge to jump across the table and hit the bastard again. Speaking of which I could have swore that would have least left a bruise on the guy but apparently not.
“How do you think those you love would feel if you got put in jail? If you really cared about your family you wouldn’t continue to do the things you do. Your actions affect them too. When you become a Father you will learn this lesson rather quickly.” He says and I roll my eyes again. Shows how much he knows.
“So can I go?” I ask and he looks towards the two way mirror for a moment before nodding. I stand up a bit to fast and stagger on my feet for a moment before getting my balance back. However, I flinch violently back when I feel someone’s hand on my arm.
“Easy, son, I’m not going to hurt you.” The sheriff says as he takes his hand off my arm. He take a deep breath before straightening up and following the sheriff out the door. To my surprise he just leads me to the room right beside the one I was held in.
“Well fuck me.” I say when I see all the people in the room. I am too confused at the moment to even comprehend why all these people are here. Max is there and I can’t seem to meet his eye when I ask the first thing that pops into my head. “Where’s Ava?"