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Demons to the Devil - [James, John and Margaret]

Jun 26, 2005 17:36

James hadn’t intended to find himself at his parent’s house. He’d woken up with Chase, enjoyed a quick breakfast, kissed the younger man goodbye -drat the luck that Robert had to work today- and then settled in to do some chores around the house.

( The phantom demons had started to whisper to him while he’d been at the grocery store. )

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jameswilson_md June 26 2005, 22:18:10 UTC

It was Margaret who answered. It was Margaret who stood there for a long minute and it was Margaret who lifted her hand and unloaded a rather impressive open handed slap across her son’s face before she exploded into tears and threw herself against his chest ( ... )

jameswilson_md June 26 2005, 23:51:33 UTC

As the silence drew out, will battling will, Margaret looked beseechingly at her eldest before quietly imploring him, “James, please ( ... )

jameswilson_md June 27 2005, 01:37:32 UTC

Off to the side, Margaret sobbed, almost hysterical and it took every last ounce of will for James not to turn to comfort his mother. It felt like his very heart wanted to curl up and turn to dust in his chest but the scientific part of his brain reminded him that this wasn’t possible.

When James didn’t immediately come to her, Margaret keened a low level wail and turned to disappear down the hall towards her bedroom.

Wilson firmly kept his eyes on his father.

“What is it with you, John? Why do you have to hurt everybody I love? Mom, Matthew, David, Rob…you absolutely cannot stand for me to love anybody, can you?”

John chuffed. “All about you, isn’t it James Thomas? Get out. Get the FUCK out of my house. Go back to your cocksucker and get out of our lives. Your mother and I are done putting up with your bullshit.”

“My bullshit?” Wilson cried, incredulous. “What the HELL are you talking about ( ... )