necroslacker: (best of my love)
Sam LaCroix ([personal profile] necroslacker) wrote2012-06-17 10:13 am

bainbridge island ; sunday afternoon

The door to his father's house looked the same as it did the last time Sam had been in front of it. And he was hesitating in the same exact way as he had the last time he'd been there as well. It was stupid, he knew, doing this especially with what he knew about Kevin Hatfield but he decided he had to try.

So, he knocked.

And he waited.

It was only a few short seconds but it seemed like longer before the door opened and Elaine was in front of him instead of the door. It took her a moment before recognition filled her eyes and she smiled lightly.

"Oh, hello again," she said, voice soft. "I didn't expect to see you again."

Sam ducked his head and felt embarrassed about interrupting and bothering her since she was genuinely an innocent party.

"Yeah, I uh..." He couldn't help trailing off sheepishly. "I was just wondering is...Mr. Hatfield home?"

Elaine still thought Sam was Nick's and he wasn't going to ruin that illusion.

"He is," Elaine said, glancing over her shoulder. "He's with Lilly right now but he shouldn't be too long. Did you want to come in?"

Sam hedged before nodding and he stepped inside his father's house for only the second time. In the distance, he could hear the television and muted voices. He felt out of place and wrong.

"Did you want something to drink? To eat?" Elaine offered and Sam shook his head. He didn't want to intrude on her further. She nodded. "I'll just go get Kevin for you. Wait just a moment."

And with that, she disappeared. Sam stood there, hands in his pockets and waited for the inevitable. He could hear Elaine's voice joining the others and then there was silence. Sam guessed Elaine had just told Kevin that he had a visitor who just happened to be his brother's son. Of course, his father would realize that it was actually his son which Sam attributed the silence to.

He kept waiting. Eventually, Elaine appeared again. Sam looked past her, over her shoulder to see if Kevin was behind her but he wasn't. Sam...yeah, it hurt even if he knew it'd been a longshot.

"I'm sorry," Elaine said, stopping several feet away from Sam this time and looking a little tense. "I was mistaken. Mr. Hatfield isn't here."

Sam knew she was lying. He knew it. He could tell and he could feel it. He kept his face perfectly blank and nodded. "Thank you for checking for me. Sorry to intrude."

He turned, reaching for the doorknob and, right before stepping out of the house, said, "Happy Father's Day to him when he does come home. You can tell him his brother's son is doing just fine without him and doesn't need him ever."

Sam stepped outside and shut the door quietly behind him. His chest felt tight and his eyes itched. He started walking without having a real destination in mind. He just wanted to get away from this house.

[NFB but open for calls/texts though he's in a really crappy mood and might not answer.]
whenshewasnice: (Used to believe.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's his loss, Sam," Natalie told him. She believed that too. "Your biological father is an asshole."

And she didn't use language like that lightly.

"It's not your fault."
whenshewasnice: ([neu] What you don't see.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can guess." She refused to say she knew. She really didn't. "Think you should maybe go spend some time with your mom and Haley?"
whenshewasnice: (A great many things.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your mom, out of everyone, would not hold it against you," Natalie pointed out. "I'm sure of it. Moping alone probably does no good, either."
whenshewasnice: (Brainwork.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"So don't," Natalie suggested, keeping her tone soft. "Just talk to her about your dad. The real one."
whenshewasnice: (Some time off.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Or you can talk to me," Natalie sighed. Not out of exasperation, though. "Or not talk at all. It's your call. Nothing is a miracle cure."
whenshewasnice: (Wish you'd change.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry I can't really do anything about it." She sucked a lot at... anything resembling something like this, and she wished it hadn't been like that. "You'll get over it. Eventually."
whenshewasnice: (Woe is me.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Look, I'm sorry, I don't know what to say," she replied, subdued. "Your day sucks. I don't know what to do about that."
whenshewasnice: (Not my favourite.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Natalie sighed. "Since I didn't actually ask, is there anything you think I could do to help? Or would you just rather mope in peace?"
whenshewasnice: (Read your lips.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can meet you wherever," Natalie promised. "Room's fine. I need to go back to the dorms to practice, anyway."
whenshewasnice: ([neu] Make you cave instead.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2012-06-17 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay." She nodded, useless as that was. "I'll be here." A pause, and she added, "I love you."