ALL YOUR LOVER'S REVENGE * atticus

[BRYNNE ELIZABETH GOLIGHTLY]

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[/i][/size][/color]rynne should've known from the very start that it was going to be a disaster. a roberts family reunion always meant some sort of tragedy, normally one involving both harrison and atticus. it was no surprise the two had managed to get into yet another fight, and it was no surprise that she was the cause. it was the inevitable, though. both she and atticus were well aware that eventually harry was going to find out, and that he wasn't going to be happy when he did. hence the fact that brynne was now seated next to atticus, holding a glass of ice to his face. atticus and harrison always did have a history of hitting each other in public situations, but brynne was not really expecting atticus to hit him back. for all rights and purposes, harrison did have a right to be angry, even if violence probably wasn't the right answer. bee had figured atticus would pull his whole "i don't care" act and storm off, not actually punch harry back. after all, harry hadn't exactly done anything wrong. if anything he just misplaced his anger. if he had the right to be mad at anyone, it was herself, and she knew very well that their friendship probably would not ever go back to the way it was. not now at least.

s[/i][/size][/color]tressed was probably the only way bee could describe how she was feeling at the moment. after all, this was kind of all her fault. all her stupid mistakes decided to pile up and haunt her in one week. their little affair was not quite the only secret brynne had. as of this morning, she had a much bigger piece of news to tell, but she figured it would wait until after the charity ball, and up until the boys' little fight, it never really hit her how bad of an idea it was to attend the charity ball with atticus. now not only was she hiding something from him, she was also accidentally stirring up trouble, and with that, having to comfort him (or rather, hold ice to his battle wounds.) she pressed the glass of ice lightly to his face, hoping not to hurt him in the process.

s[/i][/size][/color]he sighed lightly, before nibbling lightly on her bottom lip. she remained silent for a few moments, figuring that atticus didn't really want to be talked to at this point in time. he had been hit pretty hard, his head was probably killing him. to be honest, brynne really wasn't sure what to say anyways. she thought about apologizing, but it wasn't exactly her fault was it? it was just as much his fault as it was hers. it took two people to have an affair. she chuckled a little nervously as she looked at him with concern. "you alright?" she finally asked after a moment, a bit of amusement hanging on her lips. she had to admit, even though she did feel bad, it was a little bit amusing. without these fights, events like this became very dull. plus, she hoped the fight would distract him from noticing how strange she had been acting.
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tagged ,[/i][/size][/color] atticus
word count ,[/i][/size][/color] five hundred and twenty-nine
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outfit ,[/i][/size][/color] dress!
notes ,[/i][/size][/color] well, this isn't as great as i
had hoped, but the next one will
be more fantastic i promise c:

[ATTICUS NATHANIEL ROBERTS]

As Bee pressed the ice against his forehead, Atticus winced slightly. He was covered in scratches and bruises and everything. He probably punch marks against his cheeks and he was sure he looked like a mess. Not that he really cared how he looked though. Not that he cared how people were staring at him and pointing at all of his battle wounds. All of the stares weren't even anything new. He was used to this. He was used to being stared at like he was some zoo exhibit. He knew how those poor animals felt. Caged up and just pointed and stared at all day long. People paid for it too, but no one paid to point and gape at Atticus. That service was free, which caused more people to do it than ever. He should start charging people to look at him, he'd be a millionaire by the end of the week if he did.

He held his breath as she pushed the ice against him. He knew she meant well, but it hurt even as she held it lightly against his skin. He bit his lip and gripped on the table. It was stupid of him to fight back at Harry, but he couldn't just take the beating. It wasn't like Atticus did anything to him. He always let Harry beat him up and get the better of him, but this was not a day for that. Atticus was sick of taking the beating when Harry walked off like Superman or Spiderman. It was like Atticus was the Green Goblin or something. He was friends with all of them, friends with the good guy, but that wasn't enough. He was killed by Spiderman, no matter how many memories they shared and how close they had once been. It was a shame really, but Atticus couldn't just take another punch in the face.

Sure, he slept with Brynne when she was dating Harrison, but did anyone look at it from his point of view? He had a secret relationship for years and he loved her the whole time, but he was the one who had to watch his cousin with her. He had to watch all of their snobby friends as he smoked a joint or had a Scotch running down his throat. He had to watch while Harry had Bee. None of them knew what they did, but now the word was out and it was clear Atticus had just cut himself out of the family. Not on purpose, but either way, he was out of the Roberts family. He smiled a bit, trying to assure her he was okay as he answered, "Yeah, I'm good." He lied, but she didn't need to know that everything was killing, particularly the spots where he had been punched, clawed and kicked. "And you?" he said with a small smile.

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[BRYNNE ELIZABETH GOLIGHTLY]

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[/i][/size][/color]rynne could tell from the tone of his voice that he was lying when he said that he was good. on any other occasion she probably would've pressed the subject, but at this point she didn't really expect him to be good. he had just been beaten down in front of his entire family and their secret had been spilled. he had every right to not be well at this point in time. she forced a smile to her face though, agreeing with him. "yeah, i'm good too." she leaned back a little in her chair, keeping the same amount of pressure on the glass that was still pressed to his face. she looked over him a moment, examining him. the ice was helping the swelling a bit, but he was still looking a little rough. she wasn't entirely sure of what else to do, though. they could always leave, but something was telling her that leaving probably wasn't the best idea. it was probably better if she stayed around to do a little damage control, try to fix things with certain people.

s[/i][/size][/color]he looked away from him for a few moments as that sick feeling came over her again. this feeling had been rather reoccurring for the past week and up until this morning she hadn't known why. she set the glass that had been pressed to atti's forehead down on the table, inhaling sharply before holding her breath. she stared at the floor a moment waiting for the nausea to pass. normally, it only took a few minutes for it to go away. she hoped atticus wouldn't really notice. she'd cover it up somehow.

w[/i][/size][/color]hen the feeling finally passed, she took a deep breath before looking up at him. she immediately pretended like she was deep in thought, as if she had just zoned out or something. perhaps that would cover it up. now was definitely not the tell to tell atticus and avoiding the topic was probably the easiest way to handle it. "so, um.. why'd you hit him back anyways?"[/b] she asked after realizing that she really had nothing better to ask. she was curious anyways, plus it was the type of question she would normally ask, so maybe atti would overlook the fact that she was being awfully strange today. she glanced down at her dress, fiddling lightly with the fabric."i mean... i don't think you should take being beaten up, but he didn't really do anything either..."[/b] she added after a moment.

h[/i][/size][/color]er thoughts were still a little bit scattered. she wasn't even really sure what she was saying, she was just kind of talking to talk. after saying it though, she realized it would probably only make things worse. she probably should have chosen a better thing to ask, something that wouldn't upset him. she didn't mean to make it sound like she was taking harry's side on this one, because she wasn't. she was just simply asking his reasoning, but she knew atti probably wouldn't take it that way. knowing him he'd probably think she was bitching at him for it. damnit bee, think before you speak. she mentally reminded herself. she never did say things the way she intended to.

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tagged ,[/i][/size][/color] atticus
word count ,[/i][/size][/color] five hundred and forty
music ,[/i][/size][/color] nothing at the moment
outfit ,[/i][/size][/color]dress!
notes ,[/i][/size][/color] sorry this is kinda icky :C

[ATTICUS NATHANIEL ROBERTS]

He always wondered to himself how he got himself into these types of situations. How it was even possible he could get into this much trouble without the help of anyone. The answer was never simple to this question. It was always complex, long and horrifying. He could spend days just trying to figure out how things happened and how they ended up like this. He always had a moment once a year where he would spend his days like this. Just locked up in a room, his mind reeling and trying to decipher his own actions and thoughts. How did he end up here? Well, in a nutshell this is how he did it. Atticus got drunk at a party which resulted in a required rehab time, everyone thought he was bad and to stop all their whispering and wondering how he went south; he continued to get drunk and make a fool of himself. He kept on doing bad things until he became accustomed to the lifestyle and eventually loved it more than being good. He loved not having rules or any boundaries. His lifestyle gave him a whole new perspective and it came with only one rule. There were no rules.

He continued to cry inside of pain. He just wanted to burst out. He wanted to scream out. His whole body ached and even when he talked it hurt. The pain was growing and spreading like a mutated disease. There was no cure, no matter how many painkillers he took, but so far he hadn't taken any. He was dealing with all of this and he wasn't even stoned. Atticus was planning on getting high with his other cousin while their grandfather gave his annual speech, but obviously those plans had been rescheduled. "I'm glad you're good," he said softly. Even though nothing had happened to her it must have been emotionally draining to watch them to fight. After all, she had been with Harry for years and now she was sort of with him. Atticus didn't know how to explain it. It was like they were all back in fifth grade. You had a crush on a girl and it was mutual, but you only liked one another. There was nothing else to it, no title or sort of relationship. He was the one that wanted that, but now having no feelings seemed to be looking like the right decision here. The hard but correct one.

He listened to her and he couldn't help but to laugh out loud. Obviously she was taking Harry's side with this. Obviously, she was trying to figure out why the big, bad Atticus had punched his innocent cousin. Atticus was sick of all this shit. He just wanted to be left alone and he wanted peace and quiet. He wanted people to just understand, and if they couldn't understand then to just shut the hell up. He was already kicked out of his family, not that it really bothered him only slightly, and he didn't need shit from Brynne also. If anything she just needed to shut up and hold the ice to his wounds. To not speak and let them just be with their own thoughts, not sharing or discussing one topic. He didn't know what to say to her. "Why don't you go and see if he is okay then?" he asked, "if you can get through the rest of the family that is probably surrounding him, be my guest and go see him." Atticus was being temperamental with her and she probably didn't mean anything by this question, it was just a simple thing to ask, but he was taking everything so personally right now. He took the punches to his face to heart and he was taking her words to heart also. "And I hit him cause I was sick of being the fucking punching bag and this way I'm out of the family quicker and neater," he told her shortly. The words coming out like jagged edges of glass breaking up. They were rough, not very thought out and they were piercing.

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[BRYNNE ELIZABETH GOLIGHTLY]

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[/i][/size][/color]rynne sat back and listened to him. she contemplated cutting him off to explain that she didn't mean it that way, but she let him finish. she felt awful by the end of his little speech. she always knew he hated most his family but she hadn't really realized that being the so-called black-sheep bothered him that much. he had always made jokes about it and so had she. she knew that it probably bothered him a little, but she never realized that it bad enough that he wanted out of his famiy and that he would punch harry back just to do that. "I didn't mean it like that atti..." she began, now shifting slightly in her seat to move towards him a little more.

s[/i][/size][/color]he sighed lightly before continuing on with her thought. "look atti, i don't want to go check on harry. i'm not taking his side in this okay. i think you're both stupid for hitting each other. i wasn't asking to piss you off or anything like that. i just wanted to know what was wrong with you. i know you've gotten in fights before at these things, but never once have i seen you punch harry back. i'm not saying that it's a bad thing, i just wanted to know what was different this time, okay? lord knows that boy could probably use a good punch in the face on occasion." she was a bit frustrated with atticus. he was forever assuming things and most the time he was wrong. she wasn't really taking anyone's side. hell if anyone deserved to punched it was herself, but in the weird guy world when something like that happened, the guy went after the other guy. atticus may have kind of deserved what he got, but it didn't really make it okay for harry to punch him either. they were both wrong, and bee didn't really feel like defending either of them. "look, i'm sorry you got punched because of me, and i'm sorry i questioned it okay but can we please not fight about this. not today.

a[/i][/size][/color]ll of this seemed like it was just really bad timing. brynne had no idea how on earth she was going to tell him if this was how they were already were. he was already freaking out at a simple question she asked. she didn't need to really freak him out by telling him her news. their news. she took a deep breath before resting her head in her hands. she should have probably sat back and continued pressing the ice to his wounds, but she was not handling anything well. if it wasn't hard enough just keeping it from him, all of this had to happen too. she was silently freaking out about everything but had to make it look like everything was okay. there was no way in hell she could tell him right now. it had to wait until later, and at this rate, who knew if he would be calm by then. "hey, guess what? you're the father of my unborn child!" didn't really seem like the best conversation starter at this point in time. she sighed lightly, closing her eyes a moment before turning back to look at him. she leaned back and grabbed the glass from the table again pressing it lightly to his head, being careful not to hurt him in the process.

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tagged ,[/i][/size][/color] atticus
word count ,[/i][/size][/color] five hundred and seventy-one
music ,[/i][/size][/color] nothing :C
outfit ,[/i][/size][/color]dress!
notes ,[/i][/size][/color] sorry this is crappy and rambley but i'm still half asleep xD

[ATTICUS NATHANIEL ROBERTS]

Atticus was tense all over his body. The shock of the fight was still running through his system and he was still in awe that it actually happened. Like him in a major fist fight at the charity ball. At the event of the year. He couldn't understand himself and how that happened. Well, actually he could. It was very clear. Harry decided to try and be all mancho. To try and prove himself and show how great he is. Harry had a stick up his ass and he decided to fuck with Atticus at the wrong time. He had been looking for a way out for a long time, he was sick and tired of always being pushed down by his younger cousin and Harry just provided the perfect opportunity to fight back. He set up a scenario which was all around better for Atticus than Harry. Never once did Atticus fight back. Never once did he lay a hand on his cousin because usually he deserved the slap on the face. Usually he did something catastrophic that he needed to have some sort of consequence for. He usually deserved the punching and he never had fought back because it wasn't worth it. This time it was.

He listened to her speech and her words. He listened carefully to each sentence that came out from her, and he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry. He had completely spazzed on her earlier without even wondering if she was asking those questions because she cared for him. She wanted to know if he was okay. For so long she had been on Harry's side of the fight. For so long she had wanted to know why Atticus had done that to her Harry, her best friend and boyfriend. Atticus wasn't used to people rooting for him. He wasn't used to have people in the stands who cheered his name instead of the other team's. It was something brilliantly new to him. Sure, his parents had always been on his side, but how much could they really do? How much could they care for him? They still wanted in on the family so if they showed too much involvement with their own son, it would be suicide for them. Sure, it bugged him a little but he understood. Atticus didn't want them out of the family because of his silliness. They were Roberts where he wasn't. He had been born into the wrong family and it was a shame because there had to be so many kids who could fit the Roberts criteria perfectly and who would love to be part of this world and family.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, his face and voice soft and calm. "I just assumed. You always have been on his side and I'm used to that. I'm not familiar with people on my end of the fight. I'm sorry." He didn't know how else to say it to her. He didn't know what else to do. Here he was, sitting and in major pain. He felt like moaning out and trying to get a hold of himself. He needed to get a hold of himself, but he couldn't. Everything was wrenching in pain. He wanted to cry and just let everything fall apart. Guys don't cry though, especially guys like Atticus. He was stronger than that and worth a lot more. "How bad does it look?" he asked, biting his lip as she put the ice on him again. He wanted to cry out but he held it all in, he was in control. Atticus hadn't look in a mirror yet but by the way people looked at him, he could tell it was bad. His face was probably damaged and there was for sure dried up blood all over him. He didn't want to see himself but he just wanted a feel for how badly everything looked and was.

[BRYNNE ELIZABETH GOLIGHTLY]

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[/i][/size][/color]rynne could sense how bothered he was by everything. to be quite honest, brynne had never really seen him like this. she had seen him upset, sure, but not like this. she could see how tense he was. this really didn't seem like anger on his part, more like just everything piling up to all be blown up at once. brynne herself had had several sort of breakdowns much like this. it was just weird to see atticus upset about anything. normally he was the guy who just blew everything off, made jokes out of it or just simply didn't care. this was the first time brynne had seen him really, well... care, about something like this.

a[/i][/size][/color]s far as she knew, she was the only one who had ever really seen this side of him. everyone had always just assumed he was an ass and a screw up. bee on the other hand had seen his sweet side, and still she was surprised by how he was right now. she couldn't help but to feel sorry for him, sorry for lecturing him about his outburst. she just needed him to know that she wasn't taking sides and that she cared about how he was feeling. as he apologized, she offered a comforting smile. she then grabbed his hand with her free hand, squeezing at it lightly. "it's not about sides atti." she said softly. "i know the whole being kicked around thing isn't great, but atti, you're so much better than them in a lot of ways..." yes, she was trying to comfort him, but she did mean what she said. atticus was different from his family and different from most the guys around here. it was a good thing, definitely, and she wished he'd get that.

s[/i][/size][/color]he chuckled lightly as he asked how bad it was. she set the glass down once more, using that hand to hold his chin up slightly so she could get a good look at his face. she ran her thumb softly over his chin as she did so. "well, you're looking a little rough." she said. okay, a little was a bit of an understatement. he had a pretty decent sized gash and his face was already bruising slightly. "but the good news is that the whole rugged look is in." she added, chuckling softly. "you've got the whole sexy brooding bad boy look goin on. it works for you." she said with a cheeky grin.

s[/i][/size][/color]he was pleased to see that the conversation had relaxed a little. she wanted him to be much calmer before she could tell him the news. "does it hurt?" she asked, though she was well aware that he had to be in some kind of pain, his face was looking rather awful. shortly after asking the question, a small wave of nausea came over her yet again. her eyes fluttered down towards the floor again. she had thought staring at one thing while waiting for it to pass helped a little bit. she inhaled sharply, closing her eyes for a moment before letting the breath out. the sick feeling slowly went away but she felt a little dizzy. she then glanced back at him, "sorry." she muttered softly, blinking a moment before fully regaining her composure."i just haven't been feeling all that well." she explained, hoping to keep him from asking questions.

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tagged ,[/i][/size][/color] atticus
word count ,[/i][/size][/color] five hundred and sixty-seven
music ,[/i][/size][/color] nothing, but i'm watching the devil wears prada! xD
outfit ,[/i][/size][/color] dress!
notes ,[/i][/size][/color] this isn't all that great but oh well xD