You have to tell him.
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Thread Topic: You have to tell him.
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Matthew: I.. I can't..
:I DAAAAAAD. -
*slips out of the shadows*
*sleepily*
What is it? -
Matthew: *and starts twitching, all over, eyes wide, silently begging his brother not to*
It's Matthew, Dad. He's gotten into some trouble.. He's, um, been messing around with drugs, and it's gotten bad. -
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*stares, slowly registering what Pierce has said*
*looks at Matthew*
Drugs? You do realize how bad those are, right? -
Matthew: *softly* I-It's.. I-I know.. B-But I need.. Need t-them.. *inhales, as if that took a lot of effort*
Pierce: Do you see, Dad? -
..You're struggling to breathe, Matthew..
*frowns, kneeling in front of them*
How long have you been taking them? And what makes you think you need them? -
Matthew: T-T-Three months.. A-And.. *shakes head, closing eyes* T-The voices don't.. They don't.. I can't get them to.. To stop.
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*now a very worried father*
Voices? What voices? When did they show up? What are they saying, and why haven't you told me this before!?
Frost: Perhaps, if you paid any attention to your children unlike what you focus on when you're awake, you would have heard all about it.
*glares*
*ignores him, picking Matthew up*
I'll see what Jasper can do.. -
Matthew: *squirms, getting out of his arms* *dunks over to Frost, leaning against him* Y-You promised.. More.
Pierce: *little glare* Dad. That's the b------ Anzu sold Matt to. -
*startled*
*grits teeth*
Is it?
Frost: I did, didn't I? I'll-- *cut off* *because Shadow has walked over and punched his fist through his neck*
..Getting drugs from a leech isn't smart, Matthew. Not smart at all..
*rips fist out*
*and Frost falls to the floor, bleeding like frick and twitching violently* -
Matthew: *and it's just kinda too much, and he starts screaming and back up, until he hits the wall, and then makes a run for the door*
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*looks up*
*just kinda wipes the blood off, and drops into the shadow on the floor, showing up in front of the door*
..Did I scare you? I'm sorry, Matty. He'll live, but.. I really don't like the idea that you'd get them from him. He could hurt you. -
Matthew: *falls, curling into a little ball, sobbing*
Pierce: ..*sighs, poofing up a small bag of white powder* *walks over, making him take some*
Matthew: *and slowly calms down after inhaling like half of it* -
*startled*
*stares*
..You're willingly giving him drugs? -
Pierce: He needs to calm down so that you can talk to him, Dad. I had to.
Matthew: *waves hand, frowning* I need it, Dad..
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