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Post by tyger roberts - horowitz on Jul 27, 2008 16:54:55 GMT -5
Tyger groaned again as she put her hand on her stomach, grabbing her bottle of advil, quickly popping two into her palm and into her mouth, hoping that the stomach pains would subside. For the past couple of days, she’d been tired and nauseous, and had been attributing it to some bad food, although it was obviously more than that. She’d been pretty confused for the last few days, and had avoided going to work, or seeing anyone. She was convinced that it was all in her head, and she could wait until she went in for her check-up, to mention all the other things that were going on with her. Tyger could be too stubborn for her own good at times, and this was definitely one of those moments. She took a sip of her water, swallowing it and wincing as she felt the pills slide down her throat and into her stomach, in the hopes that it would make her stomach ache disappear. She placed the glass back on her table, blue eyes glancing to the clock above her television, wrinkling her nose as she realized it was time to go already. She pushed herself up, blackness flashing in front of her eyes as she stumbled, forcing herself to stand up – against her own better judgement. It was obvious something was wrong, but she wasn’t going to say anything or do anything about it.
She managed to wander through her apartment, grabbing a pair of tennis shoes to shove on her feet, and a jacket to cover the black t-shirt that held onto her thin frame. You wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t know Tyger, but she’d lost some weight all over, and it wasn’t looking too good on her. She zipped up the jacket, shoving her keys and phone into her pocket, though as a second thought, she put the keys back on their hook, deciding to take a cab instead, though she loved her car completely. She blinked a few times to clear away the blurriness in the corners of her vision, forcing herself to walk around and turn off all the lights in her apartment, though every step almost made her want to puke. Finally when she was done, she grabbed a twenty dollar bill, locking her door behind her, and thanking god that she lived on the bottom floor of the complex. She pulled her arms tighter to her body as the wind nipped at her skin, making her shiver a little as she flagged down a taxi from the main street. She quickly told him where she needed to go, leaning back into the worn out upholstery of the seat, trying to convince herself that all this was just nerves, seeing as she didn’t like going to the hospital on a regular basis – let alone because something was off.
Blue eyes flickered open as the cab driver informed her that they had arrived, and she handed him the money, not even realizing that she’d dozed off in the car. She stepped out into the cold, stumbling a little as she did so, but catching herself. She waved away the comments of concern from the driver, walking into the casualty area of the emergency room, checking in and settling down into one of the uncomfortable brown chairs that littered the waiting room. She rested her head in her hands, rubbing her temples gently in the hope that her throbbing head ache would go away, but no such luck. Every noise in the room seemed to be multiplied by five or so, and it felt like her skull was going to split open. Finally the nurse called her name, and she stood up quickly, hiding the dizziness due to the rush of blood to her head. She followed the nurse amiably, sitting down on one of the beds, pushing up her sleeve so the woman could take a blood sample and test the iron levels. Tyger didn’t even twitch as the needle slid into her arm, drawing out blood before the woman put a band aid on it, promising to be back soon. She nodded absentmindedly, more worried about the corners of her vision, and how they were beginning to turn black.
She was in and out of awareness as she saw people swarming around her, flashing lights in her eyes and checking her pulse. She wanted to tell them that she was fine, and that there was nothing wrong with her, but her mouth didn’t seem to work. She remembered getting more blood drawn, and being moved to one of the rooms elsewhere in the hospital. She had no idea why she was going anywhere, and she wanted to make someone stop and tell her, but everyone seemed too busy looking like she was dying, and talking about things she couldn’t quite make out. In one of her brief moments of awareness, she managed to catch two words from one of the doctors, words that would’ve made her worry had she not been pumped full of drugs. “Liver biopsy” was not something she generally enjoyed thinking about. The next thing she could remember, there was a sore spot in her side, and a nurse was pumping more drugs into her system. By now, Tyger was really ready to be awake and know what was going on, but she doubted that’d happen until the drugs wore off. She sighed to herself, trying to look around her. She saw her doctors, none of them looking too happy, and it made her want to know even more, exactly what was going on.
Time passed, and she found that she was able to move more of herself, and be more active and awake, though talking seemed out of the question. As she contemplated this choice, her eyes found the one person she didn’t want to be here – Rhys. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be around him, but she didn’t want him to worry, and she knew he would. She tried to tell the doctor to stop, not to tell him anything, but before she could, the explanation of her condition was out of his mouth. “Well, it’s quite serious. Obviously she’s been lying about feeling sick for the past week or so, as her condition couldn’t have been this bad without at least a week’s worth of problems. We found elevated levels of iron in her blood, and when we did a liver biopsy, we found that her liver is in the early stages of failure. She has hemochromotosis, which means she takes in too much iron from her blood – which with her new diet caused her liver to start shutting down. I’m sorry; the only way is a liver transplant. She’s stable for now, but that’ll only last a few days.” If she’d been completely conscious, she would’ve started crying, but her mouth seemed to be stuck. She lifted a hand gently, waving over her husband, feeling his hand slip into hers, his eyes worried and desperate.
She smiled weakly, lifting her other hand to brush a strand of hair from his face as she spoke, “I thought I told you I’d call you if I needed you. I’m pretty sure I didn’t call you.” She could hear the annoyance in his response, though she knew it was mostly because he didn’t want her making jokes in a serious time. It wasn’t anything to laugh about, but to Tyger, there was only one way to deal with this, and that was to keep her spirits up. If she let herself believe that things were as bad as hey were, there was no way she’d make it for a few days – she knew far too well how hard it would be to find a liver to give to her, even half a liver from a completely healthy living person. Though, that was unlikely, seeing as most doctors would refuse to do a live transplant, though she knew of some that would, with the right persuasion. She squeezed his hand gently, trying to keep the smile on her face, though she knew that she couldn’t look good, laying in a hospital bed, with her skin turning a faint yellow colour. Yeah, she knew the effects of liver failure, and she knew her ski was turning yellow, and she was pretty self conscious about that fact. “Rhys, do you still think I’m gorgeous, now that I’m all yellow?” she asked, biting her lip gently.
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Post by rhys horowitz on Jul 28, 2008 20:48:38 GMT -5
 RHYS HOROWITZ,[/size] MONDAY, JULY 2008[/font] ( click here for clothes )i woke up on the wrong side of your floor
made, made my way through the front door[/center] ___________________________________________________
-----The last few monthsd were hell on earth for rhys horowitz, those months he spent locked in some room at the hospital. he was there to get better, to beat his drug addiction that had been controlling his life for over five years. the reasons he started using drugs seemed pretty pointless now, but at the time it made all the sense in the world. during his addiction, he managed to screw up a lot of things, he jeopardized the safety of the people he loved, he lost the girl he was in love with, he was completely loosing touch with reality. the only good thing that ever came out of this situation was getting married to tyger. of course, at the time he wanted to kick himself for doing such thing. he and tyger got drunk while they were spending some time in vegas. rhys invited the girl to go gambling and they ended up getting hitch at the elvis chapel...yes, they had pictures. the next morning, he woke up with tyger next to him and they were both lying naked on a bed shaped like a heart...the honeymoon suite. rhys wanted to die, but managed to find the whole thing rather funny, specially the part where tyger was freaking out. the next few months were a constant battle, she wanted to get a divorce and rhys did everything in his power to stop it from happening
-----Rhys could not explain why he was being so stubborn about signing the damn annulment papers, he would tell people that it was just to piss tyger off but deep down he had his reasons. he just didn't want to face the possibility that he might actually like the girl, that he thought she was beautiful and that he actually enjoyed spending his time with her. it was so hard to accept, because he found her incredibly annoying, and every time they were in the same room together, all they did was fight. they just couldn't get along. during the time that tyger wanted to get a divorce, rhys became to realized how much he wanted to be with the girl, not only in a sexual way, which really scared the shit out of him. he has never been the type to be in a relationship, he tried it before and fucked up completely. now, he found himself wanting to stay married to a girl who thought he hated. and who by the looks of it, hated him back.
-----Tyger was the reason he decided to go to rehab, he decided to become a better man for her, to be the man she deserved. she told him she wanted things to work too, and this gave him motivation to get through it. being in that hell hole, alone and suffering from withdrawals. he couldn't have done it without tyger, just thinking about her gave him the strength to keep going. of course, he never spoke of this to her or anyone for that matter. rhys horowitz was not the type to share his feelings, it was not like him to open up, write poetry, say i love you, be romantic. he couldn't do it, but strangely he felt that he could become that person for tyger. then he had to go and fuck things up, like usual. after six months in rehab, the first thing he did was go home and look for his wife. she had moved back to her apartment, which really annoyed him, still he understood that they were not an active married couple yet, it was just a piece of paper. they were going to have to work hard in order to make this work. but then what did he do? he went to the bar and had sex with some chick, what the fuck was he thinking. after six months of nothing, one of the horniest guys in california was in need of something, and he found it on a girl named aleara.
-----Whe he received the call, his heart literally stopped beating. there he was at the bar working to pay his bill, yes...he had a job now, a normal job. no more killing people, no more dealing drugs, no more LAO bullshit. he was a regular joe for a change. it was difficult to get used to, but he was dealing. the phone rang and it was noah tucker who answered the phone, his former LAO boss and best friend passed him the telephone stating that it was for him and that it was the hospital. apparently tyger was there and she was in very bad condition. rhys dropped the phone and without saying one god damn word to anyone, left the bar, jumped in his car and drove like a mania towards the hospital. he almost killed himself on the way there, but he made it and ran like hell towards the front desk demanding to see his wife. nurses were fucking morons, god did he know that. rhys has spent his fair share of times in this place. not only were they ugly as fuck, but they had shit for brains. rhys screamed at the brunette who had no idea what he was talking about, it was frustrating. "for fuck sakes, you stupid whore. listen to me. my wife! tyger roberts, where is she?!" finally a doctor popped his head from one of the rooms and called for him, rhys made his way to the room and there he saw tyger, his wife in bed looking rather sick. he had never seen her like that before, she had no color left on her face, and she was rather pale arleady.
-----The doctor started talking about her disease, he might as well be talking chinese. rhys could not understand a fucking word right now, his head was raising and all he could think about was what a fucking asshole he was for not being there for tyger. still, he had no idea she was sick in the first place, and that was when he started to get annoyed. how could she not tel him about this? what she didn't think it was important? “I thought I told you I’d call you if I needed you. I’m pretty sure I didn’t call you.” this pissed him off even more, but he was not going to make a scene and start yelling right now, he really didn't want to make things worse "yeah, cause you can take care of yourself, right? well im here now and im not going anywhere, so deal how was this even happening? he didn't want to think of it, of tyger dying. he felt a kick in the chest, his throat tightened, his eyes were burning and a single tear ran down his cheek. rhys wiped it off before kneeling beside her and running his fingers through her hair with one hand, and holding her delicate hand with the other "Rhys, do you still think I’m gorgeous, now that I’m all yellow?" he grinned, god why hadn't he seen it before. he knew there and then that tyger was the one, that she was indeed the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and now she was slipping through his fingers "tyger, you are the most beautiful girl i have seen in my life, yellow and all
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Post by tyger roberts - horowitz on Jul 29, 2008 0:07:25 GMT -5
When she and Rhys had gotten married the first time, she’d been absolutely livid, and kept demanding to get an annulment. She hadn’t gone a single day without trying to make Rhys miserable in some way shape or form. No matter what she did though, he continued to adamantly ignore the papers, and even put them through a paper shredder. At the time, she’d been convinced that he just wanted to torment her mercilessly, and that he wanted to make her life suck as badly as he claimed his did. If both of them had been a little less stubborn about admitting their real reasons, then the first few months of their relationship wouldn’t have been such hell for the both of them. The funny thing was, it was when she completely gave up fighting with him, that he backed down and started being kind to her – in his own funky way. It had been a weird last few months before he left for rehab. He’d tried less to make her angry, and had spent more time actually being around her. It was like he’d cared about her from the beginning, but was too stubborn to admit it. She might not have even guessed that was the case, until Rhys told her that he didn’t want to get their marriage annulled, because he actually wanted to try and make it work. Given, she’d thought he was making fun of her at first, and had thrown several heavy objects at his head, but when he finally grabbed her and made her stop, it was clear he wasn’t joking. The whole memory just made her smile, because it was so unlike either of them, but it was great. He made her a little sweeter and a whole lot more understanding about simple things. She made him a lot less cold hearted, and made him realize that despite his convictions that he couldn’t be romantic – he did manage to do so, for her sake. They were an odd pair, that was for sure, but a good one, a very good one.
Her relationship was Rhys had always been a rocky one, one where it constantly changed and they never knew whether or not they’d be at each other’s throats, or whether they’d play nice. She’d met Rhys through Noah, and immediately they’d started flirting, mostly with Rhys wanting to get in her pants. Of course, being the pain in the ass that she was, Tyger refused to let that happen, tormenting him and driving him up the wall. The next part was the one where she hated his guts, and basically never talked to him, because she couldn’t do it without yelling. That’d been right after Piz had left her without a word, and it’d left her pretty hurting, and pretty angry at all the guys in her life. The fact that Rhys was one of the shallowest guys she knew, just gave fuel to her fire, and thus began the next stage of their relationship. Eventually she’d cooled off enough to figure out that she was being an uber bitch, and managed to choke that out to Rhys. From then on, their relationship was tentative and unsure, which was it for her senior year, freshman year of college and some of sophomore year. It was then that she took a break to go see her family in Greece, and coming back with the knowledge that her grandfather was dead, had turned her into a bad drunk – which was the beginning of the end so to speak. Somewhere along the way, she’d managed to sleep with Rhys and thus complicated their relationship more than it already was. It was this complication of friends versus friends with benefits that led them to gamble in Vegas, and thus find their accidental marriage. At first she’d not known how to deal with it, but now, it seemed like something pretty interesting. The only regret she had for it, was that she couldn’t do it right, and have the people she loved, see it. Now that she could admit how she felt about Rhys, it seemed sad to have had a tiny Vegas wedding. But she’d never say that.
Her nonchalance about the whole fact that she was basically dying, was just a protective measure to keep her spirits up. If she let herself get upset, then she’d be admitting that death was right in front of her. Tyger was a fighter, she always had been, and she always would be, and there was no way she was giving up when there was a chance she could be okay. Seeing the tear roll down Rhys’s face had almost broken her heart. She felt a heavy weight on her chest, and she fought to keep the smile on her lips, and hide the sadness in her blue eyes. She’d never seen him cry, not for anyone or anything, but he was crying at the thought of losing her – she knew that much. She tightened the grip on his hand a little, wanting him to know that there was fight left, that she wasn’t giving up, and that he shouldn’t be upset yet. She needed him to believe in her, to believe that she’d get on with things and make it all better. She couldn’t have someone she loved, thinking that she was going to die. All of this worked out in her head, but she wasn’t quite sure how to get it out into words, words that she knew he needed to hear as much as she did. Her blue eyes met his as he brushed strands of hair from her face, his words sharp, but she knew it wasn’t because he was mad. He was only annoyed that she didn’t tell him that she was feeling sick – but that was her tendency. His second words caught her off guard, and her heart stopped for a moment, or so it felt like, before her forced smile pulled wider, her blue eyes sparkling. She lifted her free hand gently, gently holding his face in her hand, pulling him close so she could kiss him gently, resting her forehead against his for a moment as she choked out the words, “I’m pretty sure I love you Rhys. Please, don’t give up on me yet.” She gave him a gentle smile before leaning back on her uncomfortable bed.
She’d never had any major illnesses before, and so she was rather annoyed to be sitting around in a hospital. She hated hospitals in the first place, and being in here for herself was even more annoying. Blue eyes looked around the white painted walls and the familiar but never appreciated smell of disinfectant. She closed her eyes, forcing a deep breathe into her lungs, not waning to let it show how much she hated this place. She opened her eyes again, looking back at Rhys, trying to keep her lips curled into a small smile, trying to be as encouraging as she could be. She bit into her lip, eyes closing as she fought back a painful groan – pain shooting through her side, making her want to cry, though she wouldn’t. When she opened her eyes, she could see the concern and nervousness written on Rhys’s face, and she tried to be comforting, “Don’t worry, it’s just the process, nothing serious. I’ve got a couple of days before it gets really bad – and by then I’m sure they’ll have a liver for me. Don’t worry.” She offered up a weak smile, trying to force it to be real. The more she talked, the more she could feel the lies rolling off her tongue, but she needed him to believe it’d get better, otherwise she’d never believe it either. She groaned in pain again, her fingers tightening on his hand as she fought not to cry, hearing the footsteps of a nurse. Blue eyes opened to see the woman injecting her iv with something, and soon the pain subsided, leaving only a look of fierce sadness in her eyes. She didn’t want to be like this, and she didn’t want this to be true. She wanted to wake up and find out that it was all a bad dream. She wanted to curl up in her husband’s arms and tell him all about her nightmare. She wanted him to laugh at her craziness and tell her she was silly. She wanted to just be able to fall back asleep in his arms and know it was okay. The problem was that it all wasn’t okay.
Finally she looked back at him, unable to even smile now, reading the level of desperation in his eyes. She knew something that he didn’t – something she didn’t want to tell him. She’d been born with one of the rarer blood types, and she knew how hard it would be to find a) a liver and b) a liver that her body wouldn’t reject. She didn’t need to give Rhys one more reason to look like this. The man she fell for had never looked this desperate, and she was ready to do anything to make it stop. She’d fallen for the tough, pain in the ass, cocky, brass exterior – and the slightly different, more complex, with a decent heart interior. It’d taken her a while to be able to see all the good in him, but once she had, it outweighed more than it didn’t. Everything was finally coming into place for her, and now this. The whole thought made a tear trickle down her cheek, though she quickly brushed it away with her good hand, trying not to let him see her cry. She watched the passing people outside, trying to make sense of all the things that were going on around her, but nothing was making sense, and she hated it. She wanted it all to be perfectly sensical, and to be understandable. She wanted it to be fixable, so she could go back to college, to Rhys, to her friends. She was twenty for god’s sake! She didn’t want this to be the end of what she could do. She wanted to have a family, to graduate, to get her degree, to do all these things that seemed impossible now. Everything was falling to pieces, and she just wanted it to go back to normal. She barely even acknowledged the doctor as he walked in to speak. “Well Mrs. Horowitz, I’m pleased to say you’re at the top of our liver transplant list. Now all we need to do is find one to match your blood type.” As he walked away, she realized that for once, she hadn’t even corrected him to call her Ms. Roberts.
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Post by rhys horowitz on Jul 29, 2008 18:26:25 GMT -5
RHYS HOROWITZ, [/size] MONDAY, JULY 2008[/font] ( click here for clothes )i woke up on the wrong side of your floor
made, made my way through the front door[/center] ___________________________________________________
-----Rhys' life has been a roller coaster ride. ever since he was a kid, it seemed that luck never really smiled at him, growing up the way he did and having to take of himself and his sister at such a young age. being part of a criminal organization was not something he wanted for himself, hell, he never wanted to be like his father, but at the time he really had no other choice. living a dangerous life for so many years, having blood on his hands and being responsible for so much pain and hatred. it's funny what a person can get used to. rhys would come home covered in blood sometimes and wash it off like it was nothing, he didn't feel regret when he pulled the trigger tot take another man's life, he wasn't horrified at the sight of mutilated bodies anymore. he was immune to a lot of shit, but this? this was making break down. he really couldn't understand it, this feeling of complete agony and impotence. the guy was so used to having control over things, he always had answer for everything, he knew what to do in any situation, now..the guy with all the answers was sitting next to his dying wife feeling hollow, useless.
-----Pe knew tyger needed him to be strong, to have faith in her, to believe that by some kind of miracle, things were going to get better. but rhys was not a man of faith, he didn't believe in miracles, but he did believe in tyger. and so, he was going to hold on to that belief for as long as he could muster. never in his life would he imagine that inside of him such emotions existed. when he was a boy, he was diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder, a very serious mental condition that stopped him from feeling like a human being. he never really cared about people or himself for that matter, he never felt guilt, he never suffered from any sort of emotional pain or anguish, he just couldn't. this was not because he was cold hearted, but because that was who he was, because he was missing that part of the human condition that would allow him to have those feelings. for some reason, tyger made this happen, she made him feel more human and he loved her for that
-----Whe he first met the girl, he thought she was hot. so he did what he usually did, flirted with her and tried to get her in bed. now, this was an easy task for rhys, but tyger gave him a run for his money. the girl would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her naked and it really pissed him off. his relationship with noah was a bit iffy at the time, and she was a good friend of his, this made things harder. pretty soon, rhys started to get completely annoyed with her to the point where he couldn't stand the sight of the blonde. it seemed like pure hatred, but deep down he never really hated her, but actually felt extremely attracted to her. the first time they slept together, she was drunk out of her mind and yes, he took advantage of the situation. no, he didn't regret it, not did he regret getting married to her in vegas.
-----The moment he realized he wanted to be with tyger? rhys could not pin point it, it just happened. it was like he woke up one morning and saw her, then came to the conclusion that she was the woman for him, the girl he wanted to be. it was the scariest feeling in the world, new and scary. he wasn't sure if what he was feeling was real or if it was all just a bad trip from all the damn drugs he was using at the time. tyger made him want to change, to be the best he could possibly be. the guy had his doubts that it could be possible, but he was willing to try, which was a huge step forward. rehab, he didn't want to think about it, the experience was all just too overwhelming. now, when they were finally going to work things out, life slaps him across the face once more. “I’m pretty sure I love you Rhys. Please, don’t give up on me yet.” her voice was soft and weak, but to him, it was a punch in the gut. the word love, he had said the words before but never really meant them. putting himself out there, his heart on the line, opening up and allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of tyger, it was something he never thought possible, but something that was happening and he had no control over. his eyes were burning, he could feel a few tears stain his cheek as he held her hand tight, but trying not to break it. he didn't want to let go, he wanted to hold on to her as much as he could.
-----He remained quiet, without saying a word. god, how he wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how she was the first thing that popped in his head when he woke up ever morning, and the last thing he thought about before going to bed at night. how everything he was doing was for her, how he wanted to give her everything she deserved and more. why couldn't he just open his mouth and say those things, why was that so god damn difficult? “Don’t worry, it’s just the process, nothing serious. I’ve got a couple of days before it gets really bad – and by then I’m sure they’ll have a liver for me. Don’t worry.” but he was worried, he was dying inside but faking a smile for her on the outside. tyger was a fighter, and she didn't need to see him in such state. part of him wanted to stan up and leave, so he could bulge out and start crying all the tears he had inside him, tears he never thought he had. but no, he didn't want to leave her side
-----T he doctor walked in the room, rhys didn't notice him until he started talking. “Well Mrs. Horowitz, I’m pleased to say you’re at the top of our liver transplant list. Now all we need to do is find one to match your blood type.” some good news, at least she would be the first one to get a liver is the proper donor showed up. what were the odds of that. rhys looked up at the doctor, for a second he felt like grabbing him by neck and beat the living crap out of him, he needed to release all this anger and frustration he was carrying inside. he blamed him for being the one to give him the worst news he has heard in his life, even when he knew that it was not his fault at all. still, rhys needed someone to blame. the doctor left them alone in the room again. tyger looked tired, but still beautiful. in that moment, something came over the guy. looking into her eyes made him realized how sure he was about how he felt, there was no doubt in his mind, he was completely in love with tyger roberts. rhys leaned over to kiss her lips, he could feel his hands shaking, his eyes filling up with brand new tears as he spoke the words "i love you tyger, you can't leave me" in that moment, rhys horowitz started to cry, for the first time in his adult life, he was weeping. he was letting go of every god damn emotion he had instead of keeping it all inside.
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Post by tyger roberts - horowitz on Jul 30, 2008 0:43:21 GMT -5
This wasn’t exactly how Tyger had planned on living her life, what with a husband by age twenty, and studying something that made her mother almost hate her. Despite her mother’s assertions that she did this to torment her, it was completely untrue, and it hurt her to think that her own mother felt that way. She knew that it’d always been her mother’s dream to have her two daughters grow up to be the next stars in the modelling business, but Tyger had never really found that too interesting. She’d been far more interested by the half broken, beaten up cars that her dad would drag home on occasion. Before his work had become too tedious, he and Tyger had spent many a night restoring old cars and then selling them for profit – but the cash didn’t even matter to Tyger. She’d just enjoyed spending the time with her dad, bonding over something she found she had a knack for and something that became a huge passion of hers. She’d never quite meant to make her mother so angry, though it’d only really happened in her junior and senior years of high school. It was at that point that her mother seemed to realize that this wasn’t something she was going to grow out of, and she wasn’t someday going to wake up and decide to do modelling instead. It was a rather shallow, vain and stupid reason, but Tyger didn’t have much respect for her mother anymore. The woman spent her life telling people that they weren’t skinny enough, or their boobs weren’t big enough – and to Tyger, that was the reason so many girls she knew, were getting surgery and skipping out on two or three meals daily. The point of the whole thing was that Tyger and her mother didn’t get along, but now she didn’t regret it. It’d finally clicked in her mind, that despite her mother’s assertions that she was wasting her life, the kind of person she had become, was living a pretty damn good life.
All this knowledge of her location in respect to death, made her really think about everything she had done, everything she hadn’t, and everything she was going to, if she got out of this. She’d graduated high school, without killing herself, and had gotten herself into a good college, so that was something. She’d also found someone she really cared about, though that’d taken a while to figure out. She was studying something she really liked, and supporting herself. For a twenty year old, she’d passed quite a few lifelong achievements in that short span. Most people didn’t find someone to love until later on, and most people didn’t have to support themselves until about a year or two out of college. Apparently she was one of the lucky ones who got that sooner rather than later. The thought made her chuckle to herself, but not out loud – since she didn’t want Rhys to get annoyed with her lackadaisical attitude about her condition. At the thought of him, she focused her eyes on him once more, squeezing his hand to let him know that she was still around and still fighting. Now that she thought about everything she hadn’t done, her heart fell a little, knowing that there were far too many things she hadn’t done. She hadn’t graduated from college. She hadn’t fulfilled her hope of actually opening her own garage – though she’d always find someone else to do the paperwork. She hadn’t been able to even contemplate having a family. Despite her outwards aversion to children and that kind of commitment, she did want a family – but all in good time. All in good time had been shrunk down exceptionally just now, and it made her heart hurt a little more to know this. Glancing at Rhys, she could see the frustration and sadness on his face. This as well as the thoughts of family, made a gentle tear slide down her cheek, though she turned away from him, hiding it until she could brush it away.
Now came all the thoughts of things she would do, things she intended to jump right into if … no, when, she got out of the hospital. She smiled a little to herself, her blue eyes staring at the ceiling as she made the decision. Rhys had been bugging her before he’d left, to move in with her – well, before he left, when things were settling down. Now he was bugging her again, and she’d been declining him for a couple of weeks now. She didn’t know why she didn’t want to; it was just a begrudging voice in the back of her mind that made her think that this would be the last step before she admitted that what she had with him was real. Every day a little part of her expected him to wake up and forget their past few months – but that part of her mind died a little every day. The only other reasons she could think of, were her want to have independence, and her worry that it would interfere with her going to school. Both reasons were complete bullshit, since she knew that he’d never make her become dependent on him, no matter whether or not they were living together. Not to mention that there was nothing she did in her own apartment, that she couldn’t do living anywhere with him. It might even be good for her, knowing that when she got frustrated with her schoolwork, that she could turn to someone else and vent, or even find reminders of them if they were out. All this were things that were slowly wearing down her resistance to the thought – and it scared her. She’d been a tomboy her whole life, but now this brand new addition to her world made her feel like an air headed fools. She knew what she wanted, but her brain was being too stubborn to admit it. It was amazing how much one or two stray thoughts could cause her so many problems, but that was going to change now. She wasn’t going to let one stray thought be a problem – and she’d start by making it out of here.
She turned to look at Rhys, head rested on her pillow as she watched emotions flash across his face before he spoke to her, his words almost making her jaw drop open. She could see the small streaks of tears on his face, but they weren’t what shocked her, it was the words he spoke to her – words she thought she’d never hear from him, no matter how long they were together. She felt his lips press against hers gently, savouring the familiar feeling before he spoke, tears rolling down his cheeks as he held her hand, watching her protectively – trying to hide his obvious despair. Watching his face fall with every tear that rolled down his face, her heart tore a little more, and she could feel the corners of her eyes stinging in the way they did before she was about to cry, which was almost as rare as Rhys crying. Her weak fingers curled around his tightly as she tried to find the words to say, but nothing seemed to come out. She looked at him, trying not to break down on her own time. Gingerly she pushed back the scratchy blanket that covered her pale legs, moving her body more upright. She grabbed his other hand with hers, tugging on his hands until he got what she was trying to say. If she didn’t have so many IVs sticking in her arm, she would’ve climbed into his lap, but she knew they were important, and this was the next best thing. As he sat down where her small frame had been, she climbed so she was sitting on him; her body curled up against his chest, hiding her face in his chest as she let him cry, her fingers intertwined with his as she tried to figure out the words. Finally she spoke, her weak frame still curled against his, her voice getting softer as she tried not to stress herself. “Rhys, I will never leave you – I promise you that. Now I know what you meant when you said you needed me.” She blew out her breathe softly, her lungs straining with the effort of talking.
She took a few breathes to keep her lungs working before she spoke again, “There is nothing you can do to push me away, no matter how hard you try, and … I want you to move my stuff in with you while I’m here. I need you, I need to be with you, and this doesn’t change that. I have so much left to do, and I will not be beaten by some dumb little illness.” Her words were sharp and decisive, and she could feel the gentle rumble of a choked up laugh from the man holding her, though she felt more like she was holding a boy – for his sake and not hers. She didn’t know much about his past, but she knew it hadn’t been so good, and she knew that if anyone could understand it and fix it, it’d be her. Blue eyes closed as she lay curled in the arms of the man she’d fallen in love with, looking frail and pathetic, but being the stronger of the two of them right now. She ignored the nurse as she wandered in, reprimanding Tyger sharply. “Ms. Roberts, we can’t have you doing that! You could pull out your IVs.” Tyger opened one eye, fixing the woman with one of her famous ice glares, sharply sending her off. “They’re fine, and if you don’t mind, someone needs me right now, so fuck off unless I start dying.” Apparently this being sick had increased her temper as well, seeing as she’d been good about not being completely horrible to people who irritated her. She watched the woman walk away sulkily as she squeezed his hand softly, her words barely audible now, “See, I’ve still got it.” She smiled to herself, shifting her weight in his arms, feeling much like a kitten who’d befriended a pit-bull. In a sense, that was what it was very much like, and the analogy was almost dead on – except Tyger tended to be a little bit more ferocious than a kitten. So maybe it would be more like a baby tiger – and not just for the purely amusing irony of the analogy.
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Post by rhys horowitz on Jul 31, 2008 23:24:29 GMT -5
RHYS HOROWITZ, [/size] MONDAY, JULY 2008[/font] ( click here for clothes )i woke up on the wrong side of your floor
made, made my way through the front door[/center] ___________________________________________________
-----Fucking pansy ass, he could hear noah's voice inside his head laughing at him as he spoke those words to tyger. all those times when he told his best friend how love was a waste of time and how he was acting like a little bitch for hannah, and now look at him, he was in that very same position. the guy who people thought as heartless was sitting on tyger's bed holding her tight, his body shaking not only from the despair, but from the withdrawals still, his eyes red and wet as tears ran down his cheek. this was rhys at his weakest. he had seen people die around him, his parents were murdered, his sister was shot and feel into a coma, his best friend was almost killed in front of him, but during all those times he never shed a tear/ rhys managed to keep his cool, he was the centered one, the one that could handle anything. noah was tougher than rhys physically, but emotionally, rhys was the strongest of the two. he was always the guy that picked up the pieces of everyone's melodramatic wreck. this didn't mean than rhys was apathetic or cold, but he had better control over his feelings. today, all control was thrown out the window. he could barely recognize himself, the way he was acting. he stopped for a moment to register what he was doing, how weak and pathetic he was being. rhys never wanted tyger to see him behaving in such a manner, but he couldn't stop.
-----A year ago he probably wouldn't care at all about this certain girl being in a situation like this. if someone called his phone to let him know that tyger roberts was in a hospital dying from liver failure, he would've nod and think, "oh well, you win some you loose some" it wouldn't be such a big deal, people died every day. now, the thought of loosing her, of not being able to see her face every day, of hearing her voice even if it was merely to call him an asshole, of listening to her laughing at his clumsiness and make fun of his inability to do shit the way she wants them to be...the though of life with tyger was unbearable to him, and he couldn't muster the thought of it. if he wasn't in such distress, he would take matters in his own hands, but he was not in a condition to even do that. what the fuck was he even there for? he was not even supporting her but was not the one being taken care off. it was ridiculous. rhys would not sit here and sob about how miserable life was but he would get up and personally find a liver for his wife even if he had to take it with his own hands. rhys had killed for absolutely no reason at all, so why should he feel restrained from doing it now, when he had the best of reasons. as he was waiting to see tyger, before she got out of observation, rhys had called noah who told him he would try and take care of him. rhys was grateful that his friend was there to support him and do what he should be doing right about now.
-----Funny thing life was. rhys was a fairly private guy, he enjoyed living alone. when jasmine lived with him, he really hated it. not because he didn't like having his sister around, but because he was not used to having to share his life with anyone. instead of sitting on the table eating dinner and reading the paper, he had to make pointless conversations with her. he was just used to it, and having another person in the house was really difficult for him. rhys loved his sister, but he was actually very happy when noah took her off his hands. what was so funny? well, for the past few weeks, rhys had been asking tyger to move in with him. how did he come up with a decision like this? no fucking clue. all he knew was that he wanted her there, he wanted her to be the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning. rhys needed tyger to be there, he needed her around because she kept him from falling apart. tyger roberts was the glue to his life. before her, rhys was in a million pieces, and it wasn't until he married the woman when he started to put those pieces back together. the guy had his doubts, he was not sure that he could change, that he could say goodbye to the life he was so familiar with. she was the thing he held on to in order to survive, to keep going. rhys didn't have faith in himself, but she did, she had enough faith for both of them and that's what made him stronger, what allowed him to pick himself up every single time he fell face flat to the ground, she made him a better man
-----Tyger was hesitant to do it, to move in with him. rhys understood her reasons, even though it did bother him that her reasons had more priority that he did, but he understood. tyger was an independent girl, one of the many reasons he fell for her in the first place, so he could tell that she worried about loosing herself and loosing that independence. he would never allow that to happen, force her to become more dependent of him, he never wanted tyger to loose her identity only to become his wife.. she also mentioned her school, and how she wanted to focus on her studies. but living with rhys wouldn't be much of an interference,on the contrary, he would push her further and give her the support he needed. rhys told her all this, but she was still putting her foot down, so the idea of her ever moving in with him was starting to leave his mind. “There is nothing you can do to push me away, no matter how hard you try, and … I want you to move my stuff in with you while I’m here. I need you, I need to be with you, and this doesn’t change that. I have so much left to do, and I will not be beaten by some dumb little illness.”, she spoke, her voice weaker still. rhys could not believe his ears, and for a second he wanted to hear it again, he wanted tyger to repeat what she had said to make sure he was not hallucinating or some shit. instead, he smiled and pressed his lips on hers gently, he could kiss her for hours.
-----Whe the nurse came in, tyger got pissed and snapped at her. this made him start laughing, his little firecracker was somewhere in there still. the girl had such a strong spirit, her attitude matched his own, she was a bad mouth, stubborn and annoying girl, god! she drove him crazy, and yes, more than once he thought about strangling her, specially when she would get all bitchy and refised to back down. still, he wouldn't change it for the world, deep down he loved that she was not a push over, that she had her own mind, that she was so strong...stronger than he ever expected her to be. the only thing rhys could think about was her, making her happy. he knew that their wedding was not the best description of a dream wedding. getting married by an elvis impersonator, wearing a used veil over her head while he vomited over her shoes was not the way she envisioned her wedding day to be. the thought came to him like a rush of heroin running through his veins. tyger deserved to have her dream wedding, and he was going to give it to her. rhys thought of proposing right there and then, but he didn't. he didn't want her to think that the only reason he was proposing was because he thought she was dying. that was not the reason why he was doing this, he was doing it because he loved her, but rhys knew tyger and he was sure she would not see things her way, at least not yet. besides, he didn't even have a ring yet.
-----A fter a few moments of break down, rhys started to pull himself together. tyger didn't need this shit from him, she needed him to be strong, she needed someone she could count on, someone to hold on to, someone to have faith in her for a change. the girl was his fighter, and he did believe in her when she said that she was not giving up. still, rhys was a pessimist so he couldn't help but feel a bit hopeless. a smile appeared in his face, he wiped his eyes from the tears and stopped any other ones from forming. rhys had cried enough for one life time. her hand was cold and delicate, he held in tight and pulled it to his face to kiss it softly. after taking a deep breath, he spoke again "about what i said... i meant it. i don't know why or when this happened but i love you roberts. i am not a man of faith, i don't believe in god or any of that shit, but.... i do believe in you and i know that you will fight as hell to get better. im going to be here by your side, every step of the way. so you better get used to it and not give me any crap about it, alright?"
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Post by tyger roberts - horowitz on Aug 1, 2008 15:10:23 GMT -5
Life as Tyger knew it, seemed to be falling into little tiny pieces the size of dust flecks, in the sense that she was not at all sure how she was going to fix it, let alone find the pieces. She didn’t want to admit defeat, but every time she took a breathe, it seemed like it was harder to breathe, and that more and more things were going wrong. She didn’t want to be a pessimist, and to not believe that things would get better, but the news that she’d forced into the back of her mind, was fighting it’s way out, determined to upset her and make her miserable, as if she wasn’t already. The one time that things were overwhelmingly good, they were also overwhelmingly bad. She’d been doubtful about the truth of Rhys’s affection for her, at least up until this point. It’d helped to know that his stint in rehab had been for her, and that he was here right now, instead of at work. Of all those things though, it was seeing him drop his guard, telling her he loved her, and letting her see the worst of him, in the hope that she wouldn’t laugh and make fun of him. It was almost instantaneous how she responded, as if it wasn’t even a choice. All she knew was that when he was upset and like this, she had to fix it. She felt inclined to make everything okay, even if she couldn’t. It tugged on her heart strings to see him crying for her sake, when it seemed that almost no one these days knew really how to care about someone. Yet here he was, the one guy everyone said was heartless, and he was almost on the verge of desperation, just because she was in the hospital, her life draining away slowly. How anyone could call him heartless at this point, she’d never know, though she knew she’d been one of those people earlier on. Everything had changed though, and she wasn’t going to live in the past, when everything she wanted was in the present and future – if she had much of a future.
At that point, she mentally kicked herself for letting herself feel so pessimistic, even for just a moment. She knew that if it got a hold of her mind at all, it’d slowly get bigger. She needed to believe she could be okay; otherwise her fighting was for nothing. Her suffering and sadness would be for nothing, and worst of all, Rhys’s tears and obvious sadness would be for nothing – and that she could not even bear to think about. Her mind had already begun to contemplate the chances of them finding someone with an identical blood type, and she knew the chance were slim. The three most likely people were her mom, sister and father. One of them refused to speak to her, and the other two weren’t supposed to be speaking to her, by decree of her own mother. Sure, her father and sister had been calling to see how she was doing and her father and grandparents continually put money into her bank account to help her out, but all under the table. None of them were willing to tell her mom what a bitch she was being, and how wrong she was to completely ignore Tyger for accidentally getting married. At the time, she’d quite agreed with her mom, that a divorce was best, and this was all a huge stupid teenage mistake, but that’d changed. When Rhys and she had finally begun to work things out, she’d told her mom that, and found herself completely shut out of the woman’s life, until she got a divorce. She imagined that her mother thought this was the kiss of death, but Tyger really didn’t care. She and her mom had never really been close, and it was her dad she’d been worried about, but he’d easily solved that. He’d called her to tell her he supported her decision, no matter what she did, and that he’d continue to keep as many people on her side as possible. Tyger had a lot to thank her father for, and she was trying to figure out how to pay him back.
Now that she thought about it, she really did want to see her family, though she wasn’t sure how they’d respond to seeing her husband here with her. Her dad said he trusted her judgement, but he’d always been protective, and her sister had always been a little cynical about her relationships, since Tyger had always been so much of a tomboy. None the less, the only person that she wanted here more than them, was already here. Sure, she wanted Amber, Harper, Lauren and goodness knows who else, but she didn’t want them to see her like this. When she was getting better, they could come see her, and she’d keep up her façade like a tough little warrior. At least with Rhys and her family, she didn’t have to pretend she wasn’t absolutely terrified by the prospect of losing her life so early. Even with Rhys though, she knew he could tell she was scared, but she had to pretend it wasn’t all over her. She had to make him believe in her fighting spirit, and she had to make him believe that something would make her okay. She was lying her way through this, and it made her feel horrible, but if lying made it all better, then she’d lie until she came out of surgery. She knew what she needed to do, and she’d do that until she could finally give up her fight. She had a nasty feeling that if she got the surgery, she’d break down right before it, and lose her nerve, but she’d do it. She didn’t want people to suffer because she didn’t fight – and continually people were telling her how much they didn’t want her to go. How she could even contemplate letting them get hurt like that, it just made no sense. She might be sarcastic and mean sometimes, but she was not heartless, and she wouldn’t make anyone cry over her, not while she had the power to do something about it. She was decisive and tough, and she knew how to take this on – and she was only just getting started.
She snuggled closer against Rhys as he spoke, feeling the corners of her lips pull up into a smile, and she didn’t have to force this one out of herself this time. She knew he wasn’t good at conveying his feelings in words, and the fact that he was trying, made her happier than anything else could right now. She looked up at him as much as she could as he spoke, his words striking right to her heart, making her smile widen to the corners of her eyes, unable to hide how much it meant to her. As he said his semi-rhetorical question, she nodded, laughing a little before she placed her hands on his face softly, pulling him close so her lips could meet his gently, though within seconds, her arms twined around her neck, unable to keep herself from kissing him fiercely. Half of it was the fear of losing all of this, half of it being the constant flood of attraction she got the minute her lips pressed against his. Her fingers ran through his hair gently, her nails grazing his scalp lightly as she kissed him, her lungs soon hurting from the ferocity, but she was going to have it her way, and she could feel Rhys sensing her tiredness for a moment, but she tightened her grip on him, not letting him go at all. She let her lips pull away from his for a moment long enough for her to growl, “Stop it right now. I want this, right now, and it’s not over ‘till I say it is.” Without waiting for his argument, her lips were back against his, her tongue grazing over his, ignoring the erratic beat of her heart and the pressure from her lungs. Finally she pulled away, blushing slightly at the rapid fire beating of her heart. “See what you do to me?” She laughed, nestling back in his arms, blue eyes closed until she heard the cough at the door, looking up and seeing the one person she really didn’t want to see right now. She had a nasty feeling that her mom had seen more than she’d liked.
“Tyger, I came out of my spa appointment for this? How dare you! I told you to get that marriage annulled and not to speak to him again!” Tyger could almost see the fumes from her mother’s ears as she began one of her famous tangents, but Tyger was not in the mood for this. As her mother opened her mouth again, Tyger’s sharp voice filled the air, “God mom, shut up!” She could see the look of shock and indignance on her mother’s face, which gave her a chance to talk for once. “I know what you told me, but I didn’t listen. Look, Rhys and I have been working out our shit, and you can live with that. At least he was here when they called. I know they called you three hours ago, but you couldn’t get off your fucking ass to come see me. At least I mean something to someone!” She had to take a breathe before she continued, “By the way, I don’t care what you think of him. He’s changed, he’s a good man, and I love him. You should remember love; even it hasn’t been that long for you. So either you suck it up and play nice or you get the fuck out of my room!” Her voice had risen in pitch until the last few words had been finished. She blew out a sharp breathe, looking at her mom, eyes widening as her dad stepped out from behind her, grinning slightly as he spoke, “Well, it’s about time you said something my girl. I was getting tired of pretending I wasn’t talking to you.” The sudden presence of her father completely disarmed her, and she had to laugh, grinning as she continued to lean back into Rhys for support. Her dad walked over, and she smiled at him, speaking softly, “Dad, this is Rhys, my husband. Rhys, this is my dad.” She smiled, watching her dad shake hands, obviously at ease, making Tyger’s anger diffuse as quickly as it came. Her dad has always had that effect on her, and she loved it. She watched him sit down, glancing back at her mother, waiting for the imminent wrath.
She was surprised when her mother opened her mouth and spoke, “I’m … I’m sorry Tyger.” Tyger’s eyes were soft as she looked at her mom, “Its okay mom. We’re not all good now, but you can stay.” There was a hint of taunting in her voice, and she felt her soft smile returned by an almost identical one from her mom. She squeezed Rhys’s hand gently, letting him know that it was okay, and that he was supposed to be here. “So … I suppose they told you what’s wrong with me.” Tyger spoke, swallowing a lump in her throat, nervous again. “Yeah they did, and … we have a solution.” Tyger’s heart rate picked up at the sound of her father’s voice, turning to look at him with wide eyes. “I asked the doctors and, though we have to donate a large portion of money to the hospital, there’s a doctor willing to do it. I’m … I’m giving you half my liver Ty.” Tyger spun to look at her mom, her hands shaking, her heart rate spiked, her breathes short as she choked out, “What’d you say?” Her mom laughed a little, walking over to stand by Tyger’s dad, slipping her hand into his as she spoke, “I’m giving you half my liver. The doctors say you’re healthy enough to function with half, and more will grow back from the cells. We’re the same blood type. They’re putting you into surgery in eight hours.” Tyger’s head was spinning from the whole idea of it all, worried about her mom, excited for herself, and it was a little too much for a moment. The next thing she knew, she could feel someone shaking her gently before she looked into familiar eyes, grinning as she spoke, “Hi there Rhys, sorry about that.” She laughed, feeling him holding her to his chest gently, making her laugh, and seeing the gentle happiness in her parent’s eyes. She knew they hadn’t been expecting a guy like this. She hadn’t either, but then again, this day was just a crazy one.
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Post by rhys horowitz on Aug 1, 2008 23:01:37 GMT -5
RHYS HOROWITZ, [/size] MONDAY, JULY 2008[/font] ( click here for clothes )i woke up on the wrong side of your floor
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-----Hospitals were rhys' least favorite place to be. im sure most people would agree with this. they were not only depressing, but the smell, he could not stand it. it was a smell between disinfectant and death. some people got used to this place, after being here so many damn times, and rhys should be one of those people, since he himself had been a regular visitor. living the life he did, this was like a second home to him. getting shot, stabbed, overdosing, visiting noah when he was dying, oh how much he missed those days. it was weird, now that he had a normal job and could be a regular guy for a change he felt more paranoid and more uneasy that when he was working at the lao, killing people and dealing drugs. back then he knew exactly what he was doing, he was sharp and on top of things. then he had that fucking overdose and almost died, and that's when he decided to change his life around. the lao fell apart, and he had nothing more going for him, he used to be the job and now he was just another guy. after rehab, he got a job at a bar, bartending. he was never the type to get an office job, wear a stupid tie and sit behind a computer all fucking day. the bar was nice, he met interesting people and could party with noah, he was getting payed to serve drinks to hot girls and fuck around with his best friend...it was the life, right?
-----Ii was at the same bar where he met this girl, her name was aleara. they had a nice chat and had a few drinks, one thing let to another and the next thing he knew they were at his place and she was riding him like fucking seabiscuit. god, how he hated himself after that, why did he even do that shit? well, for starters things with tyger were a bit iffy, she didn't want to move in with him and frankly rhys never thought the girl gave a damn about him little less that she wanted to make things work anymore. after six months without getting any, rhys found himself extremely horny so after a few drinks he did it, he had a one night stand with a girl. rhys felt sick, like there was something in his stomach that was about to explode. looking at tyger, knowing that he lied to her, that he was a fucking screw up who didn't deserve to have someone so beautiful and wonderful like her. women were not something he respect, it was just something to use and then throw away. actually there were few women he actually treated with decency, his sister for instance, lauren who he used to date, and a few friends. most of the women in his life have been there for a long time, so he went from not giving a shit about them to actually caring. that was how his relationship with tyger started, he hated her at some point and now she was all he cared about. it was funny how their relationship started to change when rhys was at the hospital. they went from hating each other's guts to actually being civil around each other.
-----Ii was that horrible ordeal with jacob, noah's dad. the guy ambushed them and tried to kill them one night, rhys took a bullet for noah and they were both rushed to the hospital. it was raining that night, he remembered that. when he woke up after the operation, the doctors wouldn't tell him a damn thing about his friend's condition. rhys was pissed, and he punched a hole through the wall and starting going crazy. this was when tyger came in to calm him down, they had a nice little chat and ever since they were able to talk like normal people. they would still fight, because they were the two most hard headed people on the planet. when rhys felt slept with tyger, she was completely trashed and he took advantage of that. he knew that she was not thinking straight, there was no way that she would want to fuck him if she wasn't completely wasted. he didn't care, he just went for it. things got awkward after that, but they became friends with benefits. the thought was so strange to rhys, he never imagined he would be in a relationship like this with tyger. the weekend in vegas was rhys' idea. he wanted to go to vegas to gamble, he was going to ask noah to go with him but instead he took tyger. why he did that? no fucking clue. maybe he knew he would have more fun with her, in the sexual sense of the word. they went to vegas, got married and the rest was history
-----The first few months of marriage were hell to rhys. tyger insisted to get the annulment but rhys refused to sign the papers. it was funny, and rhys wondered why she wasn't hiring a lawyer and sending his ass to court. maybe deep down she already had the same feelings rhys was having and was trying to fight against them. rhys didn't want to care for tyger, he wanted to go back to hating her cause things would have been so much easier if he did. instead, he fell head over heels for the blonde, to the point where he left for rehab leaving everything behind. now, just after leaving that hell on earth and when he could finally start being happy with his wife, this shit happened. he was definitely life's cruel joke, there was no doubt on his mind...a god damn puppet. he hel his wife's hand ever so gently, she was cold and weak and he didn't want to stress her out. he knew that the way he was acting was not helping the situation but making it worse. she smiled at him, that smile that could light up a room. then out of nowhere, she leaned over to kiss him passionately. he knew tyger way too good, specially this part of her and he knew exactly were she was going for. it was not that he was against fucking a hospital bed, but he didn't want tyger to get too excited and tired. she was in no condition to do this shit, so he stopped kissing her and pulled away. she was the most persistent person he knew, and she kept on kissing him, holding on to him tightly and oh my god, did he want her. he moved his right hand to grab a hold of her breast and squeeze it when a n annoying voice echoed in his ear. it was tyger's mother...great
-----Rhys met her family once, and that was pretty much it. the meeting didn't go very well, they actually hated him the moment he walked through the doors. did he give a shit? no he didn't. the only reason he cared about it was because of tyger, so he kept his mouth shut about the whole situation and abstain himself from making crude comments about it. the woman looked at him with so much disdain, and rhys did the same thing to her. why should he feel anything towards a person who didn't give a rats ass about him? when she spoke, rhys wanted to say something, to tell her off, tell her to shut her fucking mouth and leave if she was going be acting like such a bitch. as soon as he was opening his mouth to say something, tyger did. he was shocked by what she said, he never had someone defend him the way she did. he decided to remain quiet to let them talk. he was about to leave and give them some privacy, when he felt tyger's hand pressing his, reassuring him that this was where he belonged, that she wanted him to stay with her. rhys didn't know much about tyger and her relationship with her family but he had no idea it was this bad. the guy was never very good with family since he never really had one. his parents were never there for him and jasmine when they were growing up, and when they tried to be it was too late. jacob took care of them, killed them making it look like an accident and that was it. rhys was forced to take care of himself and his sister, that was the first reason why he joined noah and the lao. he could never understand what it meant for tyger that her family was not being supportive, but it obviously hurt her.
-----After fter a few words were exchange, tyger's mother said something that made his heart stop beating. she told tyger that she was going to give her half of her liver. rhys had no idea what to say or how to react, the only thing he could think of was hugging her, he held her so tight he almost broke her in half. for one moment he though that everything was lost, that tyger was never going to recover. he actually asked noah to find someone and kill that person so he could remove the liver, damn if he wasn't in such bad condition he would have done it himself. now, innocent blood was not going to be spilled and tyger's mother was finally going to give her something other than heartache. rhys could not be happier, not only for tyger but for his own sake. now he could finally breath again, there was some hope at the end of the fucking tunnel. that feeling of hopelessness was starting to fade away and it was all because of this woman, who hated his ass. he felt like giving her a hug too, just because he was so happy...but he didn't, that would have been too weird. all he wanted was for tyger to get better, take her home, make love to her and got back to normal. he hated himself right now, he hated feeling this way, so fucking emotional...it wasn't him. they were going to operate on tyger in eight hours, eight long hours. they were not out of the woods yet, there was a chance that her body would reject the liver, that she could loose too much blood and die on the operating table. again, that feeling of despair came back to haunt rhys, but tried to stay positive this time around. he gave his wife a kiss and whispered in her ear "i love you mrs. horowitz"
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Post by tyger roberts - horowitz on Aug 2, 2008 2:08:00 GMT -5
Tyger had no idea why in god’s name her mother was doing this, and how she had been convinced to do so, though she imagined it had something to do with her father. Her father and her mother had been on and off with their relationship for the past few years, though Tyger knew it was mostly that her father had to work so much, and that he hated her mother’s selfish tendencies, and the way she treated her oldest daughter like crap, all for following her dream. None the less, there was no way you could say that they didn’t love each other, her mom and dad. They had a real bond, one that a lot of people never found, and Tyger was pretty sure he used his influence to get her to think of this. Sure, it would’ve been nice to imagine her mom had thought of it on her own, but she knew how her mother was, and this was fine. It still amazed her that her mother was going to give up half her liver, to save the one of her daughters who she considered to be a failure. Tyger’s younger sister Ellie had always been her mother’s favourite, and she was secretly glad the other girl wasn’t here. Whenever they were together, Ellie had to outdo Tyger, or make some horrible remark about the state of her life. Of course, her sister was studying to be a model, and her mother couldn’t be more proud of her. Ellie had always been the silly one, the pretty one, the boy magnet. It always had to be a competition with her, and Tyger was in no mood for her sister to come in here and make herself seem like a victim, when it was Tyger who was dying. It amazed her how much her parents turned a blind eye to, though she knew why her mother did it, and her father wasn’t around enough to see Ellie being the manipulative bitch that she was. She had not the patience or the strength to fight with her sister, because no doubt, the other girl would come in and make fun of Tyger in a ‘good natured way’ that really was anything but.
Tyger shifted, trying to hide her legs from her own vision, since the yellow tinge that had come over her skin, was beginning to make her sick. Her hands were twisted with Rhys’s still, and she hid those from her view as well. She could feel the mess of her hair, and she knew that she absolutely looked like crap. That made her nervous when her mom was around, seeing as how the woman made her life on telling people they were good looking or bad looking. As Tyger contemplated what to do, her mother spoke again; delivering words that almost killed her to hear, “Oh! Ellie is on her way down right now. She should be here soon.” Tyger couldn’t press back the moan of annoyance, closing her eyes and gently knocking her head against Rhys’s chest. This had to be some kind of cruel joke, and she glanced at her dad, hoping for some sympathy. He shrugged his shoulders, speaking, “Sorry hun, I tried to tell her to stay but she wouldn’t. I know you too aren’t on the best terms but … can’t you play nice?” Tyger grumbled, sitting back against Rhys as she muttered, “I can play nice, she can’t …” She could feel a gentle rumble in Rhys’s chest as he laughed at her pouting about this. She knew it was strange for him to see Tyger pouting and looking like she wasn’t going to fight back. She had, for the longest time, but whenever she did, Ellie turned it around into Tyger being a bitch, and she’d gotten tired of being made into the bad guy. Ellie was just manipulative and bitchy, and she enjoyed watching her older sister squirm, which was a lot of the time when you put their family together. As she leaned back into Rhys, she felt his breathe brushing her ear, making her smile as he spoke, reassuring her without trying. She smiled, speaking back, “I love you too.” It was all she needed to hear, to make her realize that she could get through this.
She could hear her parents talking, glancing at her on occasion, glad that she had a moment to just be relaxed, and not worry about the fact that she was dying. Sure, the chances were down now, with a liver available, but she knew the risks of all of it, and she wasn’t sure if the risks outweighed the benefits of the whole thing. She was excited to get it over with, to be able to go home and live her life, but that couldn’t banish her fear of this failing and leaving her worse off than she had been in the beginning. She forced the well of fear in her chest, to be pushed down into her gut where she could ignore it for now. She had eight hours to kill, and she didn’t want to be panicking for most of those eight hours. She had a lot of things she wanted to do, but there wasn’t a whole lot she really could do. She was rather limited to staying in her room, on the bed, since all the IVs sticking into her arm were helping her liver as it continued to fail miserably at its job. She couldn’t really feel the difference in herself at the moment, but she was a bit more tired than normal, her side ached a little, and she could visibly see her skin turning yellow. She pushed herself up a little, freeing her hands for a moment, tipping her head back so she could gather her hair into a high ponytail, pulling the shiny strands into a ponytail, glancing at her legs and wrinkling her nose, although for the most part, they were still gorgeous. Smooth and toned, that was the majority of her legs – with the only abnormality being the yellow tinge to her skin. As she looked herself over, she felt a little less worried about seeing her always perfect sister, knowing that they were identical, and Tyger had just as much right to be called gorgeous as Ellie did. She sat back in Rhys’s arms, feeling most assured and comfortable when he was there, and she knew she’d need that when her sister came.
Finally she looked up, catching sight of the stunning blonde that looked exactly like her, except that she dressed herself in the best clothes, and never had a hair out of place. Her exaggerated look of worry gave her away immediately as she gasped, running over in her faux caring. Tyger could see the pleasure in her mom’s eyes, and the disbelief in her dad’s. “Oh my god Tyger, you look horrible.” Tyger cringed, knowing that the seemingly innocent comment was well placed to make her feel bad. “I came as soon as I could! I had to leave a really important photo shoot.” Tyger fought the urge to roll her eyes at her mom’s response. “See Ty, she had to sacrifice a lot to be here.” Tyger could feel her fingers tightening on Rhys’s hand as she got angrier, trying to fight back the urge to punch her sister in the face. Tyger pushed her held back breathe out of her lungs, waiting for whatever bitchy comment Ellie would say next. As the girl’s blue eyes found Rhys, she raised her eyebrows, leaning close to Tyger to whisper, “Good one Ty. He reminds me of all the druggies I dated in high school.” She grinned, shaking her hair a little, clearing it out of her face. Tyger’s fingernails dug into the palms of her hands, her temper rising to the surface, completely reversing all the calm her father had brought in with his presence. One more comment and Tyger knew she’d completely lose it. Ellie then looked at all of them, grinning as she held out her hand, showing off the biggest ring Tyger had ever seen, before speaking, “Congratulate me! Jared asked me to marry him.” At that point, Tyger gave up with her anger. She’d spent far too long listening to her head and not saying anything to her sister or mother. She’d dealt with her mom, and now it was time to make sure Ellie knew that Tyger was not a pushover, and that she was done with this.
Tyger’s words came out sharp and clear, and her blue eyes practically through ice at her sister as she spoke. “Ellie, how dare you. How dare you fucking come in here, insult me, my husband, and proceed to turn this into something about you? Do you have no knowledge of humans anymore, because you’re obviously not one of them? I’m dying Ellie, and mom is giving up half her fucking liver to save me. I bet you, you never thought about that, but you know, we have exactly the same blood type, seeing as, well, you know, we’re twins! Oh I’m sorry, it might leave a scar, and then you’re life would be ruined. So sorry that your whole career would be set back by saving your older sister! You’re the most self centred, manipulative cow I’ve ever met in my whole life. So either you be nice and don’t make it about you, or you get the fuck out of here.” Tyger’s hands shook with the amount of rage in her system, and the amount of energy it used to tell off her sister. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, the heart rate monitor going up and own rapidly, causing a nurse to run in, seeing Tyger and spinning to look at her visitors. “If you can not keep yourselves from aggravating this young lady, you’re going to need to leave. She cannot be stressed out!” She spun on her heel and walked out back into the main area. Tyger was still fuming as she saw Ellie turn to her father, about to say something when he cut her off. “Tyger is right Ell, you can not make this about you. You’re sister is sick, and we’re here to make sure she gets better, and to make sure this boy is good for her.” He grinned a little bit, his nonchalance completely sending Tyger off guard again, as it usually did. Her dad was so good at defusing her anger, and she’d forgotten about that fact. She slowly unclenched her fists, feeling a small pain in her palm from her nails now.
Tyger’s eyes glanced at the clock, not having noticed that in the time it’d taken to wait for her sister, and just relax, they’d killed an hour. Seven hours left, and she could feel herself getting nervous already. Tyger didn’t snap out of her little shock until she heard her stomach growling, realizing how hungry she was. She looked up at her mom and sister, her tone level, but forced, “Can you guys go get me some good food? I hate the hospital food.” she waited until they both trudged out the door until she looked at her dad, her tone soft, “I’m sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to yell at mom and Ellie, but it was just …” He cut her off, laughing as he sat in the chair Rhys had been occupying before, smiling at his oldest daughter. “Ty, I wish you’d have handled it better, but it was time you told them what you thought, and I rather agree with you about both of them. They may not like this boy of yours, but if the way he holds onto you is any indication, then I have no problems with him. Sure, I’ll always be a little worried about you, but I’m gonna do what they can’t, and I’m gonna trust you to have made the right choice.” He leaned back in the chair, smiling at Ty, and earning one of her brilliant smiles in return. Tyger had trouble being mad at her dad for long periods of time, and this was exactly why. He’d never been self-centred and bitchy like the other people in her family, and he had a lot more belief in her than most of the others. He reached out, his hand holding onto Tyger’s free hand for a moment, making Tyger smile, resting her head back against Rhys’s chest, breathing out as she spoke. “Nice to know my two favourite men can get along, I think I’d cry if you didn’t.” She laughed, closing her eyes so she could force herself to calm down, wanting to just forget how much she disliked her mom and sister sometimes.
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Post by rhys horowitz on Aug 2, 2008 20:52:42 GMT -5
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-----Uncomfortable. that was not even the proper word to describe the situation rhys found himself in. here he was in a hospital room surrounded by people who thought the worst of him. not that he cared about what they thought or wether or not they accepted him, but still he felt strange and out of place because of tyger. he hated seeing her so stressed out, and the fact that it was her family who were making her feel that way was starting to piss him off. still, he couldn't do a damn thing about it and risk her mother walk away and change her mind about the operation. when ellie, tyger's sister walked through those doors, rhys did nothing more but roll his eyes at her when she commented on him and how he looked like a drug addict. oh, he could've dragged her ass out of there. but he said or did nothing, plus he knew it would upset tyger even more than she already was and he didn't want to be the reason for that. ellie looked like tyger, on the outside but they were nothing alike. that girl had more shit in her head than anything else and rhys could not stand girls like that. living in los angeles, rhys was used to bitches like her who thought they were so god damn beutiful and therefore they should be treated like fucking royalty. true, beauty was very important, but still,what's the point of being beutiful if all that comes out of your mouth is dog shit? the guy was glad he didn't have a family to worry about, just jasmine. thankfully the girl was alright, sure they had their differences but they were there for one another. maybe this was because they were forced to take care of one another at a very young age, they had no other choice than to get along if they wanted to survive. their parents were never there for them, they were always too busy with their own shit to even remember they had two kids to take care of. his father, the lawyer, spent more time with jacob tucker and his people than with his won family. it was actually really ironic that jacob tucker would be the one to put an end to his existence. the guy killed him and his wife in cold blood, so rhyshad to be the one to look out for his family, and yes, he did the best he could.
-----Rhys had no idea what he would do without his sister, reason why he was so over protective of her. he hated her boyfriends and never really welcomed them with open arms, the only guy he could trust with her was noah, that's why he had no objection when he decided to take her to live with him four years ago after she was shot. fucking jacob, he put her in a coma for a week. rhys stayed with her that entire time waiting for her to wake up. the doctors were not very optimistic about her recovery and actually asked rhys if he wanted to pull the plug. they thought she would be brain dead, and since jasmine was an organ donor that they thought it best to end her life so they could use those organs to help someone else. rhys punched the doctor, broke his nose and was removed by security personal. he was not there when jasmine woke up, but received a call from the hospital and when he went to see her, it had to be with security. he was not going to do that shit again, not here. he was not going to give tyger's family any more reasons to hate him. he didn't expect things to get any better between him and her family and he didn't need them to be, but why make them worse. so for tyger's sake, he was going to remain sited with his mouth shut, biting his tongue and hoping to god his temper would not get the best of him. his temper was always getting him into all sorts of shit, it was that damn temper that had him arrested more than once and that made his friends turn their backs on him. just a few hours ago he had a huge argument with his friend madison and he had no fucking idea why or how it started. they were having a nice conversation and there it was, his fucking temper. this was not the first time this had happened, and he knew how difficult it was for people to deal with someone like him. maybe it was his mental condition, or it was who he chose to be, but it didn't matter. rhys horowitz was unpredictable, hot headed, stubborn, blunt, he could be the most arrogant son of a bitch on the planet, sarcastic as fuck but he was also loyal to the people that mattered, and right now tyger was the person that mattered the most on his life. it was scary when one person means the world to you, when you hang on to someone and put your heart on the line. making yourself vulnerable and open to heartache, to all sorts of pain. if he didn't give a shit about tyger, he wouldn't be in this amount of despair and suffering, but i guess that's what happens when you let your guard down
-----Tyger's mother and sister left after the nurse came bursting in stating that tyger needed her rest, so they went to get some food for themselves and for tyger. so it was only rhys, tyger and her father. he was actually the only person in her family he could stand, and that actually cared for tyger, so rhys was going to make damn sure that they got along, or at least try and be civil around him. tyger was resting her head on his chest, and he caressed her hair with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her. after giving her a soft kiss on her forehead, rhys turned to face his father in law. "look, i know that you don't think im right for your daughter, but im not going anywhere. i love tyger, and i will do anything to make her happy, even if that means taking shit from your wife and ellie. you may find me rude, but trust me i am trying my best not to loose for tyger's sake" rhys and his god damn mouth. sure, what he said might have been kind of harsh, but it was the truth. the thing about rhys was his inability to sugar coat things, so he was always coming across as a rude son of a bitch, and it was fine by him. the room was silent, he wasn't sure if he should have said anything at all, but he had to, he had to say something or he was going to burst, and that would have been ten times worse. rhys took a deep breath, looked at tyger and then back at her father. "sorry if im being to blunt, but i just needed to say it. now you can either punch me for being honest, or shake my hand" rhys then held his hand to his father in law and waited for his response
-----That was when he heard a knock on the door, it was jasmine who came with flowers to visit tyger. rhys called her a few hours ago, but she was stuck in school and she had told him that she would drop by after classes. rhys completely forgot about it, since he was distracted by his in laws and their drama."sorry, im not interrupting anything...am i?". jasmine walked in the room and placed her bouquet of flowers on the nearby table, she had no idea what was going on but could tell that rhys was feeling a bit awkward,, she could read him like an open book. rhys excused himself and walked over to jasmine who was looking rather worried, wrapped his arm around her and together, they walked out of the room and into the hallway . "you don't look to good, when was the last time you had a good night sleep?" jasmine was always worried about him and everyone around her, she worried too much for her own damn good. rhys gave his sister a half smile and brushed his fingers through his hair. he was indeed tired, in need for some coffee. "i can't fucking sleep jas, can't even close my eyes" not even his sister had seen him in such state before, he was always so strong around her and now he was trying not to fall into pieces. jasmine leaned over and gave him a hug, she held him in her arms and tried to comfort hims as much as she could. she knew there wasn't much she could do other than be supportive. she really cared for tyger, since she always wanted a sister and now she finally had one. "you want me to get you anything, coffee maybe?" rhys pulled away from jasmine and gave her a slight grin. he nodded in agreement and watched as jasmine walked away towards the cafeteria to get him coffee
-----He sat outside the room for a while,trying to breathe a little. that room was suffocating him. he felt his phone vibrating, so he pulled out of his pocket and saw that it was noah. he answered the phone and starting talking to his friend. noah had been his best friend for years now, he actually could not pin point the moment he met the guy, but he was sure they were still in diapers. noah had told rhys that he would find a liver for tyger, that he would kill some innocent person in order for tyger to live and rhys was grateful for that. rhys had little to no respect for most people, specially people he didn't know, so taking a human life meant nothing to him,specially if the death of that certain someone would help save his wife. things had changed the last time he spoke to his best friend.tyger's mother was now willing to give her half her liver, and rhys gave noah the good news. they had a few laughs about how noah was about to kill some stranger for nothing, the guy always had a way to cheer rhys up. after they hung up, he took a deep breath and decided to return to the room where his wife was having a conversation with her father about him. he stood in front of the two and gave his attention to mr. roberts. they were in the middle on a very interesting conversation before jasmine walked in and interrupted them. "so, where were we?" rhys was not sure if this was going to work. he was not sure if he could make it work. he wasn't sure if he and tyger belonged together. he knew how he felt though, for the first time in his life he knew how he felt for someone and was not going to run away from it. he was not going to do the usual shit he did, he was not going to be a fucking coward and give up like he did with lauren. this time, he wanted to make things work, he wanted to try and be a better man. rhys knew that few people believed he could do it, hell...he didn't believe in himself most of the time, but that didn't matter. tyger believed in him and that was all he cared about, it was all that really mattered.
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Post by tyger roberts - horowitz on Aug 3, 2008 15:14:29 GMT -5
Tyger and her father had always been close, and it’d only matured over the years, as Tyger developed into her own unique person, someone who almost always had something to say, and who tended to make her father proud. Ellie was her mother’s pride and joy, but giving half a chance, her dad had always preferred to take Tyger with him if he needed an escort to something, with someone other than his wife. Sure, Tyger had always been a bit awkward in those situations, wearing nice clothes and trying to play nice, but it seemed like almost every outing she went on with her father, one of his colleagues would hit a spot where she had a strong opinion, and then she shone. She was tactful and decisive when she had her thoughts gathered, and on more than one occasion, her father had informed her that his colleagues were extremely impressed at her ability to maneuver a discussion despite her opposing her opinion, or managing to change someone’s opinion to match hers. She’d been told she needed to do debate or something, but it’d never really been interested in that. She was only motivated to be polite in her arguments, if it meant that she’d impress her father and make him proud of her. All her life, she’d done as much as she could to make her father proud, to make him say, ‘yup, that’s my daughter.’ All she’d wanted was to have someone who saw everything she did as great, and someone who’d support her no matter what her choices were in the end. Her dad had been the closest to that in her life, and now Rhys seemed to be taking that position for her. Her father had always been the most important man in her life, and she could see the nervousness in his eyes about letting up that position. She could see that Rhys misread it as distrust in his ability to take care of Tyger, but she knew better.
Surprisingly, her father had always been fond of her friends that were willing to say what needed to be said, without dancing around it like their feet were on fire. He was calmer than many of her guy friends, but she had a feeling that most of that calm and cool collect, came from his age. His stories of him in his youth, reminded her of all her friends: arrogant, cocky, slightly man whore like, and most definitely crazy. It was hard to believe that a youth like that had matured into the great father he was, despite the constantly being away from his family. Tyger had come to accept that in the middle of high school, and by college, it made perfect sense to her. His job needed him to do that, and it gave him an excuse to be away from his wife. Sure, he was obviously in love with the woman, but even the sanest of men needed a break from the incessant demands and insanities that came from that woman. The thought made Tyger chuckle to herself, wondering if she’d ever end up like that, though she hoped not. She tried to be as little like her mother as possible, since Ellie seemed to determined to fill that roll. She never wanted to be so annoying that Rhys would have to leave to be able to deal with her. She was only reassured by the fact that she knew how unlike her mother she was and how unlikely it was that she’d suddenly become like the woman she almost despised. Yes, despite her blood ties, Tyger’s dislike for her mother almost bordered on despising the woman, although she would always love her, just for being her mother. To her, love and like were not mutually exclusive or inclusive concepts. She could love someone without liking them, and she could most certainly like someone without loving them. The strange one though, was being able to love and like someone, even if that someone drove you nuts at times.
Instinctively she looked up at Rhys, smiling to herself as she acknowledged that the someone she was thinking about happened to be him. Her dad was another one of those people that she liked and loved. It was thoughts like this that made her wonder if Freud wasn’t right about his theory that women pick men like their father. She didn’t let herself ponder this for long, not wanting to confuse herself with the psychology of things. Of all the sciences in the world, it was her least favourite, as mechanical science was her favourite, for obvious reasons. Now that she was remembering things that were relevant, she was really wishing she could go back to work, where she felt like she was doing something useful. She only had class on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, and they were all morning classes. That gave her the ability to work three full days during the work, plus another three half days. All in all, it was a lot of hands on experience, and she was only doing the college work to be certified to do what she loved to do. Standing at a small five foot six, and weighing only less than one hundred and twenty pounds, Tyger didn’t look the sort to be breaking down engines and rebuilding them from scratch, but she’d earned her reputation as one of the best mechanics at the auto shop. All this made her want to go back to work, and she was almost itching to get up and leave. On many other occasions, Tyger had up and left a hospital far before she was in good enough shape to do so, but this was different. This time, she just looked at the machines that were hooked up to her, and she didn’t even want to move, for fear all the important ones would stop working, and she’d die. She felt so unlike herself, having to sit here like a good girl, not fight the doctors every time they came in. Sure, it was for her own good, but she still felt odd.
After her mom and sister had left, she wasn’t sure how Rhys was going to react, but when she heard him start talking, she didn’t say anything to stop him. She felt his hand caress her hair gently, the other one holding on to her so she could feel him still with her, not leaving for anything. His words went in and out of her mind without really registering, and she could feel him trying to keep from getting aggravated. She’d told him a little about her family, but she wasn’t sure he’d been expecting the insanity and bitchiness that came from having to deal with them. His words were blunt, like a knife used too many times on ice, but she could see the continually calm façade on her father’s face, and she knew that he was unfazed by Rhys’s blunt and rather angry commentary. She had to agree with him though, especially since she knew how hard it was for him to control his anger, but he was doing it because it made her happy, because she wanted him to get along with her dad. She choked back a laugh at his apology, since she’d never heard him apologize for being blunt, or almost anything for that matter. She tried to read the look on her dad’s face as Rhys held out his hand, but that was interrupted by the arrival of Tyger’s sister in law, Jasmine. Tyger smiled at the flowers, laughing a little before speaking, “Awww, flowers for me?” She laughed, but frowned as she felt Rhys move away from her, leaving her a little lonely, and a little cold. She pulled the scratchy blanket up over her legs, leaning back in her bed the way she was supposed to be, but not enjoying it as much as before. She had her dad still here, and she wasn’t alone, so she bit back her annoyance, smiling at her dad as she listened to Rhys and Jasmine walk out into the hallway, where she couldn’t hear them. She knew it was on purpose, and that was a little annoying, but she ignored it.
She looked at her dad, trying to read the expressions on his face, finally breaking down and being blunt, “So, you gonna disown me now too?” She raised one eyebrow, waiting for her dad’s response, grinning when he finally spoke. “No, not at all. It’s clear the boy is head over heels for you, and that’s what I’ve always wanted for you. Besides, he’s far better than the cocky assholes that Ellie brings home – Jared included.” Tyger had to laugh, her smile finally reaching her eyes, extending one hand so she could hold on to her dad’s as he finished speaking. “Not to mention, it takes a brave man to be able to sit by as someone they love is dying, and then still have the balls to be completely honest with someone who could ruin their life by taking their loved on away.” He shrugged nonchalantly, making Tyger laugh again, squeezing his hand in her silent way of thanks. The air felt so much clearer now that he father had given his basic consent for her to be married. She’d been hoping this was his response, and it was nice to know her hopes hadn’t been in vain. Sure, her mom and Ellie still had to be won over, but that could come later on, when she was up to the challenge of taking them on. Her attention turned back to Rhys as he returned, his comment and expression making it clear he had no idea what to expect from Ty’s father. She hid her smile behind her hand, trying not to give away what was going to happen next, though she was happy beyond words. Her dad stood up, raising his eyebrows in a look that Tyger mirrored at times, before sticking out his hand and speaking, “Well, I do believe I was about to shake your hand, and congratulate you on winning the heart of my daughter. I never thought anyone would be able to tame this one.” Ty let out an exasperated laugh, grinning as she felt the tension sliding away, making it easier to be calm.
She watched the easy smile on her father’s face as it spread, obviously feeling more at ease, and he wasn’t the only one. Tyger let go of her dad’s hand, pulling her blanket up a little, her knees curled up closer to her, feeling slightly colder than before, though the temperature in the hospital was mild, and not blanket worthy for the most part. She refused to acknowledge it as being a side effect of her getting sicker, though the thought haunted the back of her mind mercilessly. She looked back at Rhys, asking softly, “Is Jas okay? Or was she just checking in on you? If it’s the second, it’s quite cute.” Her tone was teasing, and smiled at him, and encouraging smile, one that came from her wellspring of optimism – though that wellspring was slowly diminishing as she continued to fight off the inevitable. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to put her life on the line, because there were only three things that could happen. One, she could die on the table. Two, she could reject the liver and die slowly. Three, she could live to see another day, and to fix another car. But the chances were 2:1, and they weren’t as high as she’d like them to be, to be completely assured. Numbers were not her thing, but some how they were nice to know, if it was the odds of your life versus your death, and that was precisely what it was. Even this knowledge of the bad numbers facing her, was not enough to offset the happiness of her father and husband getting along. It warmed her in a way that seemed impossible, most similar to the feeling she got when Rhys came up behind her and surprised her by wrapping his arms around her and just being there. It was in no way a physical strengthener, but it made her a little sturdier in her emotions and less volatile to her anger. Things had just gone from bad to okay, and it was a start.
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Post by rhys horowitz on Aug 4, 2008 18:34:01 GMT -5
RHYS HOROWITZ, [/size] MONDAY, JULY 2008[/font] ( click here for clothes )i woke up on the wrong side of your floor
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-----For a second there rhys was certain that tyger's father was going to punch his lights out. The guy was not expecting to be welcomed to the family with open arms, and honestly that would be fine by him, still he wanted to at least try for his wife's sake. he wanted to believe that he was a different man, that he had changed or at least the he had the ability to change. when we talk about change in rhys' life, this didn't mean that the was going to become one of those nice guys and the perfect husband. no matter how much he tried, rhys horowitz would never become a good guy, sweet and gentle, the romantic type of guy women dreamed of. it was impossible, and it was not for lack of trying, but because of his little problem...his condition. not a lot of people knew that rhys was a diagnosed sociopath. no, this didn't mean that he went fucking crazy and killed people for fun, but it did have a lot of symptoms that were in the way of him living a normal life as a normal human being. from the moment he was born, rhys' parents knew he was different. the boy wouldn't cry or laugh and for the longest time they though he was an autistic baby. as he grew up and became a notorious troublemaker, his parents thought it best to seek professional help, and this was when he was diagnosed as having an antisocial personality disorder
-----In order to understand rhys, first we have to understand his condition. Antisocial personality disorder is a condition in which people show a pervasive disregard for the law and the rights of others. People with antisocial personality disorder may tend to lie or steal and often fail to fulfill job or parenting responsibilities. The terms "sociopath" and "psychopath" are sometimes used to describe a person with this disorder. According to his psychiatrist, early adolescence is a critical time for the development of this condition. People who grow up in an abusive or neglectful environment are at higher risk, and adults who suffer from the disorder were usually showing behavioral problems before the age of 15. This made a lot of sense, since rhys was neglected by his parents most of his life and grew up in a very abusive environment. He watched his father get gun down on his birthday, blood splattered his face. that moment was stuck with him forever. As a boy he watched people get killed, he was around alcohol and drugs, so how could you expect a child to grow up without any psychological problems after experiencing all the shit that rhys did? This is a chronic condition and represents one of the most difficult personality disorders to treat. However, psychotherapy and some medications may help alleviate symptoms, or at least that's what the doctors told rhys when he first started taking medication
-----Lets break it down, shall we? an antisocial personality is indifferent to the needs of others and may manipulate through deceit or intimidation. he or she shows a blatant disregard for what is right and wrong, may have trouble holding down a job, and often fails to pay debts or fulfill parenting or work responsibilities. they are usually loners, because they can't hold on to a person or friendship. people with antisocial personality disorder can be aggressive and violent and are likely to have frequent encounters with the law. however, some antisocial personalities may also possess a considerable amount of charm and wit. this was the reason why rhys managed to slither his way into most girls pants. certain characteristics of people with antisocial personality disorder include: persistent lying or stealing, recurring difficulties with the law, tendency to violate the rights of others, aggressive, often violent behavior; prone to getting involved in fights, inability to keep a job persistent agitated or depressed feeling, inability to tolerate boredom, disregard for the safety of self or others, a childhood diagnosis of conduct disorders, lack of remorse for hurting others, possessing a superficial charm or wit, impulsiveness, a sense of extreme entitlement, inability to make or keep friends.... a beautiful illness, isn't it? the intensity of symptoms tends to peak during the teenage years and early 20s and then may decrease over time. it's not clear whether this is a result of aging or an increased awareness of the consequences of reckless behavior. however, though a person with antisocial personality disorder might be less likely to commit crimes later in life, that person may continue to be an inadequate spouse or parent
-----So you know why rhys was so uneasy about his marriage and the whole meeting the family scenario. he wanted to believe that things were going to work out and he was going to put his best effort to do that, but deep down he has his doubts. the thought of hurting tyger, god he would never forgive himself. what if tyger wanted a baby? what if his condition was hereditary and the kid ended up suffering from the same sort of shit that he did? the thought of it scared him shitless, but he was not going to show it. tyger's father was standing there holding his hand and telling him that he was not against their marriage anymore. rhys could not believe this was happening, but he was grateful that it was...again, for tyger's sake. rhys shook the man's hand b]"thank you sir, i really appreciate that" [/b], he smiled and then returned to his rightful place, besides his wife to hold her once more while they waited for the time of the operation. he knew tyger was a bit surprised to see him act the way he did, he was never this respectful. the wait was killing him, he hated this, he hated not having the answers to everything, not knowing the outcome of a certain situation, he couldn't stand the feeling of hopelessness. it felt like time was standing still, specially since now the room was quiet. the three of them were sitting in silence, waiting for the moment when tyger's mother returned and they both had to be prepared for surgery -----Moments later, jasmine returned with a cup of coffee and walked over to tyger to check up on her. the girl really cared for the blonde, even when their relationship was not that great in the beginning. tyger was noah's best friend so when they met, it was a bit awkward. then she went and got married to her brother and it got even more strange. they didn't talkl for a few months, but little by little they satrted to hang out and jasmine realized what a wonderful person tyger was. "here you go hun, careful...it's hot" she handed rhys his cup of joe, which he took with both hands and tasted...just the way he liked it. jasmine crossed her hands near her chest as she looked back and forth from tyger, to rhys to the man sitting across from them shich she figured was tyger's father. "how are you holding up?" stuppid question, but what else what she supposed to say? she was not going to stay long, but she did want to drop by and make sure tyger and rhys knew that she was there for them -------------------------------------------------------- status • finished notes • wow, this sucks out loud. but my muse is shit right now. plus, i swear im getting carpel tunnel! sorry zaz words • 1766 currently • downing pepsi[/size][/font][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by tyger roberts - horowitz on Aug 5, 2008 15:46:47 GMT -5
As excited as Tyger was, she also couldn’t shake the perpetual nervousness that hung over her head. The biggest problem had been her family, and since her dad had given her the okay, that’d gone away, but something was left. She’d known Rhys and Noah since her freshman year of high school, so she obviously knew how they could be. She knew that the two were similar in the fact that, no matter the consequences, or how shitty they’d feel, the two had a really hard time being faithful. This thought didn’t mean she didn’t believe Rhys cared, it just meant that she was a little worried about how long it would be before she pissed him off and he went and got wasted, and did something that would hurt her. She didn’t want to believe that he could do that, but she wasn’t naïve, and she didn’t believe that Rhys could change who he was. Much like a leopard wouldn’t change its spots, Rhys wasn’t going to change his bad habits. Sure, he’d quit the drugs for her, which she loved more than she could explain in words, but asking him to change his personality, that’d take away everything that made her interested in him. Somehow, all the things about him that drove her nuts were the things that she never wanted him to lose. She felt similar in that way, seeing as how Rhys had suddenly lost his inability to wind her up, when she’d finally snapped. She’d given up fighting, and he’d suddenly tried to turn things around. It seemed like he regretted breaking her spirit, and luckily enough, it hadn’t been broken enough to stay that way. Sooner rather than later, she was back to her old self, irritating him for the fun of it, though it had changed for them. They hadn’t been willing to admit it at first, but it’d been obvious. She didn’t want him to stop being himself, and there was no way in hell that he’d ask her to be anything but herself.
All of this knowledge made her worry; since she knew she was in way over her head this time. She’d never intended to fall for anyone like this, and knowing that she had, made things worse. Sure, she’d been head over heels for a boy in high school, but he’d left her without a word of warning, and she’d accepted that after a while. The way she felt about him, had been more than normal, definitely bordering on love, but it didn’t compare to how she felt about Rhys. It wasn’t just that she smiled when she saw him, or wanted to walk over and hug him when she had nothing to say. It was more like, everything shifted when she saw him, and even after being married for a little under a year, she still hadn’t gotten over how her heart sped up or slowed down when she saw him. It was strange to think that this was all because of the boy who in high school, she couldn’t stand. This was the boy who she’d spend about three years, tormenting mercilessly and trying to wind him up as much as possible. She’d only just realized, that in October, she and Rhys would’ve been married for a year, although that seemed rather strange, seeing as he’d spent about six months in rehab. So technically, they’d only been together for five months – four of which had been spent trying to murder each other in their sleep. One semi-decent month out of all of that, and still she wasn’t discouraged. She had to wonder what made her suck it up, what made her stick it out, and why in god’s name didn’t she bail out before she got hurt, or hurt someone else? Everything about her behaviour was illogical, but right now, it seemed like the only thing to do. She wasn’t giving up, she wasn’t giving in, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to stop fighting. She’d always been a fighter, and she’d never cared about being hurt. She knew emotional injuries were worse, but it didn’t mean she cared.
Her attention span was wavering all over the place, though a lot of it could be contributed to the flashes of pain in the area where her liver was. She barely paid attention for a moment or two until she heard her friend’s voice cutting into her attention, making her focus for a little. “I’ve been better – but beggars can’t be choosers.” She tried to laugh, though it turned into a cough that shook her small frame for a moment before it ceased, her body slumping against the bed. She smiled weakly at the concerned looks she was getting, “It’s alright, I’m not dying.” She knew it was a horrible time to make a joke, but she couldn’t help herself, it was how she was, and it was the only way she knew how to deal with her fear and anxiousness. At that point, she turned on her good side, pulling her knees to her chest, blue eyes closed so she could sleep. She had a feeling that the last time the nurse gave her morphine, she’d given her something else as well, and it didn’t make her too happy. If she slept, then time would pass quicker, and when she finally woke up again, her surgery would be looming in front of her like a big dark cloud overhead. She didn’t want to sleep, since she knew her dreams would be full of unsettling things. She wanted to stay awake, and be close to people who mattered, but she knew the nurses had done something. Thus, she found herself drifting off to sleep, a sleep that was constantly plagued by odd dreams and minor nightmares. She knew it was all because of her nervousness, but it didn’t help to know that in her dreams, seeing as she was convinced she was awake. That was the problem with dreams; you never knew quite what was going on – whether it was real or not. As a kid, her nightmares had been so vivid, that she’d wake up and be convinced that she was still there. Luckily, those had faded as she’d gotten older and wiser.
She was vaguely aware of things going on as she was shaken awake, catching enough words to tell her that it was time for her surgery. Blue eyes were heavy as she tried to look around, finally finding the person she was looking for. A peaceful smile crossed her lips as she whispered to Rhys, “Love … you.” She didn’t remember much after that, a few flashes of people as being moved, her blue eyes flickering as she tried to stay awake, but they soon pushed that away too. Within a few seconds of having an oxygen mask, she was passed out and unaware of the chaos and calamity around her. It was a good thing someone had enough sense to create anaesthesia and the idea to knock people out for surgery. Tyger wasn’t a squeamish person by nature, but seeing the amount of pointy objects near her skin, would’ve even made her a little bit more than nervous. Luckily for her, she was unaware of the danger of this situation, nor was she aware of the fact that her father, sister and husband could see the whole procedure. If she’d known, she would’ve banned Rhys from being there, as she was fully aware of the possibility of him getting aggravated and hurting himself or someone else. She knew that if for one second he thought something was wrong, he’d lose his temper and do something dumb. He’d been holding it together all of her time here so far, and she knew that the slightest thing could set him off and make him angry and upset – something she didn’t want. Of course, she was unaware of the situation, and even if she had been aware, there wasn’t much she could do about it when she was knocked out and on a table for surgery. Her dreams were strange and filled with colours and lights, more like hallucinations than dreams. This would’ve been highly amusing, had she been at all conscious.
She didn’t know the details of her surgery, or what it would entail, so her mind drifted aimlessly from point to point, never really stopping on anything interesting. She didn’t have much to worry about at this point, and she was just floating in her little garden of tranquillity. Had she been looking down, she would’ve seen them slicing the toned skin of her side, pulling it back to reveal pink and red fleshed organs, cutting out a mass of darker tinged organ, which should have been smooth. Instead, one side of it was blackened and scarred, spreading from one point in the corner and moving out. It would’ve even grossed out Tyger had she been able to see it, and she wasn’t easily disgusted. The next moment though, would’ve shocked her had she been able to see it. The rhythmic beating of her heart went erratic and then dropped, a flat line noise echoing in the room. It was like lightning, how fast they all moved to jump start her heart though. For anyone watching, it had to be an agonizing forty five seconds of waiting and praying for the best. Luckily, eventually the efforts paid off, and her heart sped back to its normal beating, making everyone around sigh with relief. Removing part of someone’s liver wasn’t hard, it was just tedious, and it took a few people to keep Ty stable while they manoeuvred to get the new liver for her. Time passed slowly for anyone watching, although that might have had something to do with the amount of tension in the air. It was like a bad fog, coming in and settling around the shoulders of those waiting to see if Tyger and her mom would make it out okay. Sure, the procedure was mostly harmless, but how could you not fret for the life of someone you cared about? Had Tyger been in Rhys’s place, she would’ve paced incessantly, and there was no way she would’ve been calm at all.
Finally the doctors pulled the last few stitches together in Ty’s skin, cleaning up their mess as they slowly pulled her off the oxygen, encouraging her lungs to breathe on her own – though the anaesthesia needed about an hour to wear off. Her eyes remained closed as they moved her back to the ICU room where she would stay until they let her go home. It took about forty five minutes before she could even open her eyes, let alone try to say anything. As she looked around, she felt her heart drop not to see Rhys, wondering why he wasn’t there. Her dad read the look on her face, grinning sheepishly as he spoke, “They kicked him out for being violent, don’t ask me why though.” Ty raised one eyebrow in question, to which he dad responded by shrugging his shoulders. She lifted her hand gently, unable to get the words out, instead miming writing something. It took her dad a moment before her got it, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen and handing it to her. She put it down gently on the table on her bed, taking her time in writing out the words she wanted to say. Rhys, I can’t say this in words, so this is the best I can do. Something about getting out of this thing alive, made her desperate to tell him how much she cared. You’re the echoes of my everything; you’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night. You’re the laziness in afternoon, you’re the reason why I burst and why I bloom. You’re the leaky sink of sentiment, the failed attempts I never could forget. You’re the metaphors I can’t create to comprehend this curse that I call love. She sighed as she finished writing it, handing it to her dad, pointing to the name on the paper, smiling as he dad promised to take it to him. With that, she slipped back down into her bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin, curling up into a ball and falling back asleep – half aided by the drugs.
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