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The point of no return Ch 7
Title: The point of no return 7/?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 7
Orlando got back to his home feeling defeated and more scared than before when he realized his door was open even though he knew he had closed it and even had locked it. Walking in he felt the silence as well as heard it. No sign of Evie, although she should be home by now, with Meghan. “Evie?” he shouted throwing his keys onto the table. No answer. “Evelyn?” he shouted again, this time panic coloring his voice. Walking into the kitchen he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Nice house, Flower. Comfortable kitchen chairs.”
“Get out, Chris!”
“How the hell do you know my name?” Chris stood up and was quickly facing Orlando.
“I heard it, long ago. What part of the Get Out you didn’t understand?”
“Don’t take that attitude with me, Bloom.”
Orlando was getting furious. The withdrawal symptoms were wreaking havoc in his system. He grabbed Chris’ throat and pushed him away from his face. The next thing he knew he woke up from the floor, finding it difficult to get up. Groaning, he pushed himself up against the counter. Then he noticed the piece of paper on the table. Running his hand along his face to make himself get back to his senses he reached for the paper. He dropped it back to the table when he noticed he left bloody fingerprints to the surface. Fuck. Hugging his hurting side he made his way to the hallway and stared at himself through the mirror. “Oh, God.” he whispered and closed his eyes before breaking up.
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The door to Orlando’s house was ajar and Viggo pushed it open. The house was eerily quiet except for the sobbing coming from the kitchen. Witnessing Orlando sniffing a carefully formed white line made Viggo feel sick. But he didn’t see everything. Orlando was mostly sitting his back turned to the door. Only a tiny part was visible but it was enough. “I didn’t think you’d follow.” Orlando wheezed.
“You didn’t leave me a choice.”
“Great.” Orlando let out a sad but sarcastic little laugh. “You can go back now. The damage is done. They’ve taken Evie and I’m not in a good shape.”
“That’s obvious. Sniffing coke hardly makes anyone feel good.”
“Look to your left, Vig. What do you see?”
Viggo did what he was told and saw a puddle of blood on the floor and gasped.
“Thought so...” Orlando said. “And before you ask it’s me you see there. Wonderful, ain’t it?” Viggo took a few steps and touched Orlando’s shoulder. What he didn’t expect was for the shoulder and the whole man to jerk back. He pulled his hand back as if it was burned. Viggo watched in horror how Orlando slid off the stool and stood up still not facing him. “Go home, Vig, please.”
“I don’t understand you, Orli.”
“Because if you touch me, and it’s what I wish for, you’ll only make me cry. My daughter is missing, I’m in a deeper shit than before for coming to you, I can forget the little debt I had. Now they want millions, in ransom. It’s all in the letter.”
Viggo couldn’t help but take a step towards Orlando and wrap his arms around him. It didn’t take long for the sobs to change into a full blown cry. Even then Orlando seemed to hide himself. “Shhh, Orli. We’ll figure out a way.” Viggo blinked back tears as he felt Orlando wrapping his arms around his neck and clinging to him. “How about you take a shower and I make something to eat?” Orlando nodded.
“Just...not yet.” Without realizing it, Orlando snuggled closer, pressing their bodies even closer. It was what he craved and needed right now, a hug and warmth.
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 7
Orlando got back to his home feeling defeated and more scared than before when he realized his door was open even though he knew he had closed it and even had locked it. Walking in he felt the silence as well as heard it. No sign of Evie, although she should be home by now, with Meghan. “Evie?” he shouted throwing his keys onto the table. No answer. “Evelyn?” he shouted again, this time panic coloring his voice. Walking into the kitchen he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Nice house, Flower. Comfortable kitchen chairs.”
“Get out, Chris!”
“How the hell do you know my name?” Chris stood up and was quickly facing Orlando.
“I heard it, long ago. What part of the Get Out you didn’t understand?”
“Don’t take that attitude with me, Bloom.”
Orlando was getting furious. The withdrawal symptoms were wreaking havoc in his system. He grabbed Chris’ throat and pushed him away from his face. The next thing he knew he woke up from the floor, finding it difficult to get up. Groaning, he pushed himself up against the counter. Then he noticed the piece of paper on the table. Running his hand along his face to make himself get back to his senses he reached for the paper. He dropped it back to the table when he noticed he left bloody fingerprints to the surface. Fuck. Hugging his hurting side he made his way to the hallway and stared at himself through the mirror. “Oh, God.” he whispered and closed his eyes before breaking up.
*****************************************************************************************************************************
The door to Orlando’s house was ajar and Viggo pushed it open. The house was eerily quiet except for the sobbing coming from the kitchen. Witnessing Orlando sniffing a carefully formed white line made Viggo feel sick. But he didn’t see everything. Orlando was mostly sitting his back turned to the door. Only a tiny part was visible but it was enough. “I didn’t think you’d follow.” Orlando wheezed.
“You didn’t leave me a choice.”
“Great.” Orlando let out a sad but sarcastic little laugh. “You can go back now. The damage is done. They’ve taken Evie and I’m not in a good shape.”
“That’s obvious. Sniffing coke hardly makes anyone feel good.”
“Look to your left, Vig. What do you see?”
Viggo did what he was told and saw a puddle of blood on the floor and gasped.
“Thought so...” Orlando said. “And before you ask it’s me you see there. Wonderful, ain’t it?” Viggo took a few steps and touched Orlando’s shoulder. What he didn’t expect was for the shoulder and the whole man to jerk back. He pulled his hand back as if it was burned. Viggo watched in horror how Orlando slid off the stool and stood up still not facing him. “Go home, Vig, please.”
“I don’t understand you, Orli.”
“Because if you touch me, and it’s what I wish for, you’ll only make me cry. My daughter is missing, I’m in a deeper shit than before for coming to you, I can forget the little debt I had. Now they want millions, in ransom. It’s all in the letter.”
Viggo couldn’t help but take a step towards Orlando and wrap his arms around him. It didn’t take long for the sobs to change into a full blown cry. Even then Orlando seemed to hide himself. “Shhh, Orli. We’ll figure out a way.” Viggo blinked back tears as he felt Orlando wrapping his arms around his neck and clinging to him. “How about you take a shower and I make something to eat?” Orlando nodded.
“Just...not yet.” Without realizing it, Orlando snuggled closer, pressing their bodies even closer. It was what he craved and needed right now, a hug and warmth.
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This is not good ... not good at all!
Thanks for sharing!
*hugs*
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He's perfect for that.
Anyway, thank you so much for the first comment considering chapter 7. *points go to you*
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Terrible! Please make it better... for all of them!
*hugs*
WN
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Thank you for reading this. =D