The point of no return Update
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vigorliTitle: The point of no return 6/?
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obvmluver
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe.
Beta: The loveliest and the bestest,littlegreenleaf
Warnings: Character death, angst (a ridiculous attempt at that), suspence
Summary: A father isn’t supposed to ever bury his own child, to grieve a young life lost.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them, no profit being made.
The photograph used in the banner was shot by myself, but the text added by my friend,pale80.
Chapter 6
Orlando was sitting, hunched forwards, his head in his hands. “I guess this started with a joint in some party years ago. The next thing I knew I was hooked. It kept on worsening through the years. I realized the drugs made me feel alive, erased the withdrawal symptoms from the last fix. There are various drugs in use in Hollywood, Vig. It’s hidden but if you know where to ask, you’ll get such variety spread in front of you, you wouldn’t believe. And now I’ve tried to fight myself out of this mess and nearly succeeded. I had been sober for a few months until someone from my past contacted me and said I owed him money. $10,000.00 Seems like I didn’t pay him the last time and now... I’ve got $8,000 grand collected. I’m supposed to bring the money the day after tomorrow to a certain address. There’s no way I’m going to get the missing $2,000 bucks if I don’t sink to the lowest low and ask for a loan. I have to think of my image and I can’t just go and ask anybody or any bank. There’s no one I trust.”
“Why did you come to me, then?” Viggo asked.
“Because...” Orlando began but shook his head. “It’s difficult to explain. And, I kind of came to apologise. I was a real jerk, completely ignoring you and your feelings. I’m sorry for that. I’m not expecting you to forgive me, though. I’m just so deep in trouble that all I could think about back then was how to, you know, figure out a way to live. These men I own money to aren’t little kids. They really can hurt if they want and that’s what I’m scared of. Not so much for myself, but for Evie.”
“Why didn’t you call Beanie and ask him this? He’s more of a friend than I am.”
“NO!” Orlando yelped, then continued more calmly. “No, he isn’t. And transferring money from Europe would take too long.” Orlando sniffed and Viggo believed him. It was true that money transfered from Europe took long.
“But why me? I thought I made myself clear when I told you I didn’t think we would meet.”
“You did...” Orlando sighed and stood up on shaky legs. “I’m just... desperate, he said when he had reached the door. “But, hey... At least I tried. No hard feelings, though.” Opening the door, Orlando stepped out.
“Where are you going now?” Viggo yelled after him.
“Back home. That’s where I’m always welcome, my own home. Where else did you think? I’m sorry I burst into your house uninvited. You kind of were the last person I thought I could turn to, no matter how fucked up things were between us. But like I said, my mistake.” With that Orlando got into his car and drove away.
Viggo roared in frustration and hit the door frame with his fist. He really had looked forward into spending a quiet evening alone but now he knew he couldn’t let Orlando out of his sight. Orlando had really been miserable, a heart wrenching sight, and in serious trouble. If something happened to him now, Viggo would blame himself for the rest of his life. The amount of money Orlando asked was pocket money for him, for them both really, but if that was enough to kill Orlando or his little family, Viggo didn’t want to take credit for that.
He sat back down and thought about everything for a few seconds. Standing up, he went to change his clothes and left after Orlando locking his door. The drive wasn’t long but at this time of the day the traffic was jammed. Cursing out loud, Viggo hit the steering wheel. He found himself getting more and more scared. The things Orlando had said had been carefully hidden; Viggo felt he had now gotten too much information. What he had heard and seen had scared him, really scared him. The Orlando Viggo had always known had been a quietly composed, well mannered, lovable young man. Now, there were only fragments left, carefully hidden inside the broken man.
Little by little, Orlando’s actions dawned on him. Orlando had been so persistent of them being friends, only to protect him from getting in trouble. He had tried to keep him from getting involved, getting hurt, until it was impossible and he had cracked. Viggo finally understood Orlando hadn’t been thinking about himself at all, but others around him. When it dawned on Viggo he felt like crying.
Author:
obvmluverCharacters: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe.
Beta: The loveliest and the bestest,
littlegreenleafWarnings: Character death, angst (a ridiculous attempt at that), suspence
Summary: A father isn’t supposed to ever bury his own child, to grieve a young life lost.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them, no profit being made.
The photograph used in the banner was shot by myself, but the text added by my friend,
pale80.Chapter 6
Orlando was sitting, hunched forwards, his head in his hands. “I guess this started with a joint in some party years ago. The next thing I knew I was hooked. It kept on worsening through the years. I realized the drugs made me feel alive, erased the withdrawal symptoms from the last fix. There are various drugs in use in Hollywood, Vig. It’s hidden but if you know where to ask, you’ll get such variety spread in front of you, you wouldn’t believe. And now I’ve tried to fight myself out of this mess and nearly succeeded. I had been sober for a few months until someone from my past contacted me and said I owed him money. $10,000.00 Seems like I didn’t pay him the last time and now... I’ve got $8,000 grand collected. I’m supposed to bring the money the day after tomorrow to a certain address. There’s no way I’m going to get the missing $2,000 bucks if I don’t sink to the lowest low and ask for a loan. I have to think of my image and I can’t just go and ask anybody or any bank. There’s no one I trust.”
“Why did you come to me, then?” Viggo asked.
“Because...” Orlando began but shook his head. “It’s difficult to explain. And, I kind of came to apologise. I was a real jerk, completely ignoring you and your feelings. I’m sorry for that. I’m not expecting you to forgive me, though. I’m just so deep in trouble that all I could think about back then was how to, you know, figure out a way to live. These men I own money to aren’t little kids. They really can hurt if they want and that’s what I’m scared of. Not so much for myself, but for Evie.”
“Why didn’t you call Beanie and ask him this? He’s more of a friend than I am.”
“NO!” Orlando yelped, then continued more calmly. “No, he isn’t. And transferring money from Europe would take too long.” Orlando sniffed and Viggo believed him. It was true that money transfered from Europe took long.
“But why me? I thought I made myself clear when I told you I didn’t think we would meet.”
“You did...” Orlando sighed and stood up on shaky legs. “I’m just... desperate, he said when he had reached the door. “But, hey... At least I tried. No hard feelings, though.” Opening the door, Orlando stepped out.
“Where are you going now?” Viggo yelled after him.
“Back home. That’s where I’m always welcome, my own home. Where else did you think? I’m sorry I burst into your house uninvited. You kind of were the last person I thought I could turn to, no matter how fucked up things were between us. But like I said, my mistake.” With that Orlando got into his car and drove away.
Viggo roared in frustration and hit the door frame with his fist. He really had looked forward into spending a quiet evening alone but now he knew he couldn’t let Orlando out of his sight. Orlando had really been miserable, a heart wrenching sight, and in serious trouble. If something happened to him now, Viggo would blame himself for the rest of his life. The amount of money Orlando asked was pocket money for him, for them both really, but if that was enough to kill Orlando or his little family, Viggo didn’t want to take credit for that.
He sat back down and thought about everything for a few seconds. Standing up, he went to change his clothes and left after Orlando locking his door. The drive wasn’t long but at this time of the day the traffic was jammed. Cursing out loud, Viggo hit the steering wheel. He found himself getting more and more scared. The things Orlando had said had been carefully hidden; Viggo felt he had now gotten too much information. What he had heard and seen had scared him, really scared him. The Orlando Viggo had always known had been a quietly composed, well mannered, lovable young man. Now, there were only fragments left, carefully hidden inside the broken man.
Little by little, Orlando’s actions dawned on him. Orlando had been so persistent of them being friends, only to protect him from getting in trouble. He had tried to keep him from getting involved, getting hurt, until it was impossible and he had cracked. Viggo finally understood Orlando hadn’t been thinking about himself at all, but others around him. When it dawned on Viggo he felt like crying.
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Date: 2008-12-05 02:17 pm (UTC)Thank you for the lovely feedback. =D