Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Oct 23, 2017 19:02:29 GMT -5
The bedroom that Tyrone is staring in is old and run down, but everything is as he remembers. Even the three small beds that line the wall are the same as his troubled childhood. Tyrone has a look of confusion on his face as he slowly walks up to one of the beds and sits down on it, taking a look at the small, run down headboard. There looks to be like some faint claw and scratch marks on the headboard as Tyrone sighs and shakes his head slowly, his memories of this wretched place come welling back to him.
"Why is everything the same? Everything is just as I remember in my memories and dreams. Why has NOTHING been changed in twenty years?" Tyrone murmurs to noone in particular as he continues to examine the headboard on the small bed, revealing the small crack that runs down the edge of it, with little jagged edges that could rip open a small amount of skin. Cassie walks up and kneels down, taking a closer look at the crack and looks at Tyrone with a curious look in her hazel eyes.
"Where did that come from? Is it something that you did, or what?" Cassie asks as a sly smile appears on on the face of the Crazy One.
"Me and Carlos were wrestling one time. I was 8 and he was 9. We were getting quite a bit rowdy and I picked him up and threw him into the headboard and cracked it. The wood was a little old and some flakes of it fell off, hence the jagged edges on the side. Needless to say, Carlos got a little hurt and my parents weren't too happy. The beating I got after that was not pretty...." Tyrone's voice trails off as he shakes his head furiously, trying to get that thought out of his mind. He utters a soft growl as Cassie reaches up to wrap her arms around his waist and nuzzles her neck into the small of his back, sighing sadly.
"It's okay, Ty. It's why we are here. It's been time for you to face your past and finally get this huge weight off of your shoulders. Just confront it and let everything go" Cassie assures Tyrone as he gets up from the bed and slowly moves his bed away from the wall, revealing a nice sized hole in the drywall. He laughs softly and points at the head sized hole and shakes his head.
"My head. That wall. Carlos got me back, with a little help from Tommy." Tyrone laughs as he puts the beat neatly back in place and takes a better look around the small room. In the other corner, almost side by side, sit Carlos's and Tommy's old beds. The Crazy One sighs as he goes over there and takes a look at the beds. They seem messy and untidied over the years, spiderwebs and dust collected on the sheets and pillow. He flops down on one of the beds and stares at the ceiling, insulation and sheetrock warped by weather.
"This doesn't make any sense. I know he doesn't live here anymore, but why is everything exactly the same, just as I remember it? When we all got adopted, or taken away by DHS, did he have no shame and just leave everything here? Is this just a sign of what he did to us? A reminder? I just don't get it at all." Tyrone shouts and punches the bed, the sheets crumpling into a little ball, spiders scurrying in all directions.
Cassie, with a little bit of tears and frustration in her expression, walks toward the bed and plops down in the other band and sighs, looking up at the ceiling. She slowly grabs Tyrone's shaking hand and holds on to it tightly, trying to calm his nerves and the setting of his childhood torture.
"Maybe, just maybe, it was your father’s way of feeling guilt and regret of what he did to you guys. He kept everything the same throughout the whole time he lived here as a reminder of what he lost. Maybe he was just a heartbroken father." Cassie explains.
Tyrone can only scoff at the idea of his father showing any kind of remose or regret. Tyrone sits up and grunts an intelligible grunt as he shakes his head furiously.
"John? Remorseful? Regretful? That is the most unintentionally funny thing I have heard all day, Cass." Crazy Boy retorts. "He beat the three of us sometimes to within an inch of our lives. He beat my mom in front of our FACES within an inch of her life, verbally abused her. He was an alcoholic, was heavy on drugs, he did it all, Cass. That man cannot be sorry for anything that he did. HE is the bane of my existence. HE is the reason why I am the way I am. He shattered my psyche, my fragile little mind, Cass. He is the reason why I'm messed up to this very day."
Cassie can hear the anger and hatred hissing from her husband’s mouth as she scoots away from him a little bit, to give him a little personal space to vent and rave. Tyrone looks up toward the ceiling again and lets out the loudest yell that one has ever heard, bellowing and causing the house to shake under them. Cassie covers her ears as Tyrone slowly gets louder as he gets up from the bed and punches the wall, causing another hole to appear right next to the window. The Crazy One's breathing goes heavy and erratic once again as he reaches up and flips his hair back behind his head and turns around, his face red from anger.
As Tyrone continues to storm around the bedroom, Cassie's ears perk up as she stands up from the bed and takes a glance out of the window. She sees a small, beat up looking car parking in front of the house and stop right at the end of the driveway. Cassie gasps with worry and turns around and starts to yell at her husband.
"Tyrone, I thought you said no one lived here!" Cassie shouts as Tyrone stops dead in his tracks. His fist clench and his face fills with worry as he leans over to look out the window.
"There shouldn't be. I asked around and said that no one has lived here for a few months. It is supposedly deserted. Why?"
Cassie points out of the window as a short, burly man gets out of the worn down car and starts walking up the driveway. His black hair is greased back and he is wearing a dirty polo shirt with a pair of black khakis. He looks like to have a little weight in the middle, but just staring at him gave Tyrone shivers up his spine. His face turns to anger as he immediately knows who it is...
It is his biological father, John Barnes.
Tyrone growls and turns away from the window, barging out the bedroom door and frantically runs down the hallway and through the messy kitchen and living room. Before John can even get to the front door, Tyrone bursts through the front door of the diapilated house and almost runs into his "father." John yelps with surprise and stops dead in his tracks, staring at the furious son that is in front of him.
"Wh-what is going on here?" John stammers with a booming voice that will cause anyone to freeze in their tracks. Everyone except a insane, frenzied Tyrone. Tyrone just stares at him, his frown growing on his tired face, sweat beading down his forehead as his fist clenched, knuckles turning pure white to the point where they look like they are going to break right off of the bone.
"hello.... Dad." Tyrone hisses, with the word "dad" dripping with sarcasm. John squints up at the towering figure in front of him as his face shows surprise, a hearty laugh coming out of his bulky figure.
"Tyrone? Is that you? What, has it been 20 years since I've seen you. Look at you, you're all grown up! How have you been? What are you doing here?"
Tyrone doesn't hesitate and rears back and swings, punching John square in his jaw. John hits the porch like a sack of potatoes and sits there, stunned for a second, as he gets back up, a small trickle of blood appearing on his lower lip. John reaches up and wipes a little blood on his hand and stares at his son, with a look of shock on his face.
"Wh-what was that for? What is going on here?" John booms as he takes a step back, his anger level rising himself.
"Thanks for the memories..... dad." Tyrone growls as he takes another swing at John, but this time he takes a step back and Tyrone hits nothing but air. John wipes his lip off again as he just shakes his head slowly, not sure what is going on.
"What the hell are you talking about, Tyrone" John growls as he bows up to his son, being cautious at the same time, not sure what his irate son will do next.
"Twenty years dad. For the past twenty years, my life has been a living hell, John." Tyrone growls with scorn. "What you did to me, Tommy and Carlos was inexcusable. The way you berated us, beat us, beat mom right in front of us, the way you did everything. It affected me. It affected my fragile mind, John. For twenty years I have had to live with Multiple Personality Disorder, another "side" of me that comes out periodically and causes harm and bodily injuries to others without any ramifications. Thanks to you, dad, I have to keep myself in check at all times, making sure I don't let myself get out of control. You fucked my life. You fucked my career. You fucked me, dad. I really appreciate it."
John looks on with a look of bewilderment as he just shakes his head and sighs, putting a hand on Tyrone's shoulder. Tyrone forcefully knocks it off as John lowers his head to the ground.
"Ty... I'm sorry. But you have got your facts skewed. I know I was not the perfect father, with the alcoholism and all, but not once did I abuse you or your brothers. I tried my best to be the best I could be, but things just don't work out."
Tyrone looks on with a curious look on his face, but his fists unclenching, as he threatens to swing at John again.
"What are you talking about, John? What do you mean it wasn't you that abused me and my brothers. I remember vividly being you. For twenty years, I've lived with this, and now you deny it? What kind of man are you?"
John shakes his head furiously as he puts both of his hands on Tyrone, shaking him a little bit to get him to snap out of it. The Crazy One seems to respond to this as he seems to calm down a little bit, listening to what his "father" has to say.
"Listen to me, Tyrone." John explains. "I'm telling you the truth. Dig in deep Tyrone. Get those old, hidden memories out and truly think about it. The person that did all of this to you is not me...
It's your biological mother, Linda."
TO BE CONTINUED
"Why is everything the same? Everything is just as I remember in my memories and dreams. Why has NOTHING been changed in twenty years?" Tyrone murmurs to noone in particular as he continues to examine the headboard on the small bed, revealing the small crack that runs down the edge of it, with little jagged edges that could rip open a small amount of skin. Cassie walks up and kneels down, taking a closer look at the crack and looks at Tyrone with a curious look in her hazel eyes.
"Where did that come from? Is it something that you did, or what?" Cassie asks as a sly smile appears on on the face of the Crazy One.
"Me and Carlos were wrestling one time. I was 8 and he was 9. We were getting quite a bit rowdy and I picked him up and threw him into the headboard and cracked it. The wood was a little old and some flakes of it fell off, hence the jagged edges on the side. Needless to say, Carlos got a little hurt and my parents weren't too happy. The beating I got after that was not pretty...." Tyrone's voice trails off as he shakes his head furiously, trying to get that thought out of his mind. He utters a soft growl as Cassie reaches up to wrap her arms around his waist and nuzzles her neck into the small of his back, sighing sadly.
"It's okay, Ty. It's why we are here. It's been time for you to face your past and finally get this huge weight off of your shoulders. Just confront it and let everything go" Cassie assures Tyrone as he gets up from the bed and slowly moves his bed away from the wall, revealing a nice sized hole in the drywall. He laughs softly and points at the head sized hole and shakes his head.
"My head. That wall. Carlos got me back, with a little help from Tommy." Tyrone laughs as he puts the beat neatly back in place and takes a better look around the small room. In the other corner, almost side by side, sit Carlos's and Tommy's old beds. The Crazy One sighs as he goes over there and takes a look at the beds. They seem messy and untidied over the years, spiderwebs and dust collected on the sheets and pillow. He flops down on one of the beds and stares at the ceiling, insulation and sheetrock warped by weather.
"This doesn't make any sense. I know he doesn't live here anymore, but why is everything exactly the same, just as I remember it? When we all got adopted, or taken away by DHS, did he have no shame and just leave everything here? Is this just a sign of what he did to us? A reminder? I just don't get it at all." Tyrone shouts and punches the bed, the sheets crumpling into a little ball, spiders scurrying in all directions.
Cassie, with a little bit of tears and frustration in her expression, walks toward the bed and plops down in the other band and sighs, looking up at the ceiling. She slowly grabs Tyrone's shaking hand and holds on to it tightly, trying to calm his nerves and the setting of his childhood torture.
"Maybe, just maybe, it was your father’s way of feeling guilt and regret of what he did to you guys. He kept everything the same throughout the whole time he lived here as a reminder of what he lost. Maybe he was just a heartbroken father." Cassie explains.
Tyrone can only scoff at the idea of his father showing any kind of remose or regret. Tyrone sits up and grunts an intelligible grunt as he shakes his head furiously.
"John? Remorseful? Regretful? That is the most unintentionally funny thing I have heard all day, Cass." Crazy Boy retorts. "He beat the three of us sometimes to within an inch of our lives. He beat my mom in front of our FACES within an inch of her life, verbally abused her. He was an alcoholic, was heavy on drugs, he did it all, Cass. That man cannot be sorry for anything that he did. HE is the bane of my existence. HE is the reason why I am the way I am. He shattered my psyche, my fragile little mind, Cass. He is the reason why I'm messed up to this very day."
Cassie can hear the anger and hatred hissing from her husband’s mouth as she scoots away from him a little bit, to give him a little personal space to vent and rave. Tyrone looks up toward the ceiling again and lets out the loudest yell that one has ever heard, bellowing and causing the house to shake under them. Cassie covers her ears as Tyrone slowly gets louder as he gets up from the bed and punches the wall, causing another hole to appear right next to the window. The Crazy One's breathing goes heavy and erratic once again as he reaches up and flips his hair back behind his head and turns around, his face red from anger.
As Tyrone continues to storm around the bedroom, Cassie's ears perk up as she stands up from the bed and takes a glance out of the window. She sees a small, beat up looking car parking in front of the house and stop right at the end of the driveway. Cassie gasps with worry and turns around and starts to yell at her husband.
"Tyrone, I thought you said no one lived here!" Cassie shouts as Tyrone stops dead in his tracks. His fist clench and his face fills with worry as he leans over to look out the window.
"There shouldn't be. I asked around and said that no one has lived here for a few months. It is supposedly deserted. Why?"
Cassie points out of the window as a short, burly man gets out of the worn down car and starts walking up the driveway. His black hair is greased back and he is wearing a dirty polo shirt with a pair of black khakis. He looks like to have a little weight in the middle, but just staring at him gave Tyrone shivers up his spine. His face turns to anger as he immediately knows who it is...
It is his biological father, John Barnes.
Tyrone growls and turns away from the window, barging out the bedroom door and frantically runs down the hallway and through the messy kitchen and living room. Before John can even get to the front door, Tyrone bursts through the front door of the diapilated house and almost runs into his "father." John yelps with surprise and stops dead in his tracks, staring at the furious son that is in front of him.
"Wh-what is going on here?" John stammers with a booming voice that will cause anyone to freeze in their tracks. Everyone except a insane, frenzied Tyrone. Tyrone just stares at him, his frown growing on his tired face, sweat beading down his forehead as his fist clenched, knuckles turning pure white to the point where they look like they are going to break right off of the bone.
"hello.... Dad." Tyrone hisses, with the word "dad" dripping with sarcasm. John squints up at the towering figure in front of him as his face shows surprise, a hearty laugh coming out of his bulky figure.
"Tyrone? Is that you? What, has it been 20 years since I've seen you. Look at you, you're all grown up! How have you been? What are you doing here?"
Tyrone doesn't hesitate and rears back and swings, punching John square in his jaw. John hits the porch like a sack of potatoes and sits there, stunned for a second, as he gets back up, a small trickle of blood appearing on his lower lip. John reaches up and wipes a little blood on his hand and stares at his son, with a look of shock on his face.
"Wh-what was that for? What is going on here?" John booms as he takes a step back, his anger level rising himself.
"Thanks for the memories..... dad." Tyrone growls as he takes another swing at John, but this time he takes a step back and Tyrone hits nothing but air. John wipes his lip off again as he just shakes his head slowly, not sure what is going on.
"What the hell are you talking about, Tyrone" John growls as he bows up to his son, being cautious at the same time, not sure what his irate son will do next.
"Twenty years dad. For the past twenty years, my life has been a living hell, John." Tyrone growls with scorn. "What you did to me, Tommy and Carlos was inexcusable. The way you berated us, beat us, beat mom right in front of us, the way you did everything. It affected me. It affected my fragile mind, John. For twenty years I have had to live with Multiple Personality Disorder, another "side" of me that comes out periodically and causes harm and bodily injuries to others without any ramifications. Thanks to you, dad, I have to keep myself in check at all times, making sure I don't let myself get out of control. You fucked my life. You fucked my career. You fucked me, dad. I really appreciate it."
John looks on with a look of bewilderment as he just shakes his head and sighs, putting a hand on Tyrone's shoulder. Tyrone forcefully knocks it off as John lowers his head to the ground.
"Ty... I'm sorry. But you have got your facts skewed. I know I was not the perfect father, with the alcoholism and all, but not once did I abuse you or your brothers. I tried my best to be the best I could be, but things just don't work out."
Tyrone looks on with a curious look on his face, but his fists unclenching, as he threatens to swing at John again.
"What are you talking about, John? What do you mean it wasn't you that abused me and my brothers. I remember vividly being you. For twenty years, I've lived with this, and now you deny it? What kind of man are you?"
John shakes his head furiously as he puts both of his hands on Tyrone, shaking him a little bit to get him to snap out of it. The Crazy One seems to respond to this as he seems to calm down a little bit, listening to what his "father" has to say.
"Listen to me, Tyrone." John explains. "I'm telling you the truth. Dig in deep Tyrone. Get those old, hidden memories out and truly think about it. The person that did all of this to you is not me...
It's your biological mother, Linda."
TO BE CONTINUED
