Cookies N Cream #12, Molasses #14, Carob #5 with Whipped Cream - Love The Way You Lie
Author: askingxalice
Title: Love The Way You Lie
Summary: A few moments in Sarah and Angie’s life.
Story: Phase
Timeline: August 2004 to August 2018.
Challenge: Cookies N Cream #12 (strike), Molasses #14 (prisoner of war), Carob #5 (anger)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped Cream
Word Count: 723
Rating: PG-13
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
August 2004 - Angie is 17, Sarah is 15.
Sarah always told herself that one day, she was going to do something about it. She’d say something or yell at him to stop, and he’d listen. He’d stop hitting Angie, and maybe after that, they’d find the guts to go to the police. And one day, Angie would forgive her for not speaking up sooner.
It never happened. Soon, she kept telling herself. I’ll say it soon. But then it was too late, because Angie had left, and Sarah was as good as alone. And though she didn’t really know why, she missed her something terrible. Angie might have been horrible to her, but she didn’t ignore her like their parents did, and Sarah wondered why she didn’t take her with her.
I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
September 2004 - Angie is 17, Sarah is 15.
It got to the point where she just couldn’t stand the thought of it anymore, and snapped. Angie knew when her father was going to blow up better than he did, and she had gotten better at tiptoeing around the more obvious issues. Then sometimes, she’d piss him off on purpose as if she was daring him to hit her, and nothing happened. She didn’t fear him then, when she was in his face screaming at him and using every foul word that she knew of to try and goad him into raising his fist.
Eventually, she got sick of that, too. She got sick of him standing there and doing nothing, when he had taken so much pleasure out of beating her for the past ten years and fucking up everything in her life and turning her sister against her. So she gave him a taste of his own medicine, and knocked at least two of his teeth out and possibly broke his nose.
She was packed up and gone the next day.
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped
Who's that dude? I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength
April 2011 - Angie is 23, Sarah is 21.
Sarah hadn’t really been surprised when she opened her door one day to find Angie sleeping in front of it. She had gone through the usual routine of getting her up and undressed enough to be comfortable, before depositing her on the couch and heading off to work. It had been less of a surprise to come home and find so many of her things destroyed. Angie never came to her, except for when she was in a manic phase, because Sarah was the only person that wouldn’t turn her away even after all of this time, with all the things she had done.
But then she had found her sketchbooks that were ripped and burned and ruined, and she had started yelling. It didn’t take long for Angie to scream back, and it was like they were in a caricature of their home life all over again. And then there was pain, and Sarah was on the floor with spots in front of her eyes and her nose bleeding. Above her, Angie stood with the anger gone out of her, pale and horrified at what she had done.
Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is
You're the same as me
But when it comes to love you're just as blinded
June 2009 - Angie is 21, Sarah is 19.
Angie never let on for how she had found her, and Sarah hadn’t asked when she showed up on her doorstep, two states away from where they had last talked. Instead, she had silently let her into the two rooms that could barely be considered an apartment.
Not a word had been spoken since she had arrived, which suited Angie just fine. They only sat there, too involved in the awkwardness that they were to really make anything of it. After what seemed like forever, Angie moved to sit next to Sarah and lean against her, head resting against her shoulder. A moment later, Sarah started running a hand through her hair.
Next time. There won't be no next time
I apologize even though I know its lies
I'm tired of the games I just want her back
August 2018 - Sarah is 29.
She didn’t care about the fact that the grass was still wet from rainfall from last night, or that her jeans would be muddy as hell and probably permanently stained by the time she got them to a washing machine. Sarah settled in a cross legged position, and valiantly ignored the dampness that began to soak into her legs. Quietly, she ran her hand through the grass before finally looking to the gravestone in front of her.
“Hey, Sissy.”
Title: Love The Way You Lie
Summary: A few moments in Sarah and Angie’s life.
Story: Phase
Timeline: August 2004 to August 2018.
Challenge: Cookies N Cream #12 (strike), Molasses #14 (prisoner of war), Carob #5 (anger)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped Cream
Word Count: 723
Rating: PG-13
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
August 2004 - Angie is 17, Sarah is 15.
Sarah always told herself that one day, she was going to do something about it. She’d say something or yell at him to stop, and he’d listen. He’d stop hitting Angie, and maybe after that, they’d find the guts to go to the police. And one day, Angie would forgive her for not speaking up sooner.
It never happened. Soon, she kept telling herself. I’ll say it soon. But then it was too late, because Angie had left, and Sarah was as good as alone. And though she didn’t really know why, she missed her something terrible. Angie might have been horrible to her, but she didn’t ignore her like their parents did, and Sarah wondered why she didn’t take her with her.
I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
September 2004 - Angie is 17, Sarah is 15.
It got to the point where she just couldn’t stand the thought of it anymore, and snapped. Angie knew when her father was going to blow up better than he did, and she had gotten better at tiptoeing around the more obvious issues. Then sometimes, she’d piss him off on purpose as if she was daring him to hit her, and nothing happened. She didn’t fear him then, when she was in his face screaming at him and using every foul word that she knew of to try and goad him into raising his fist.
Eventually, she got sick of that, too. She got sick of him standing there and doing nothing, when he had taken so much pleasure out of beating her for the past ten years and fucking up everything in her life and turning her sister against her. So she gave him a taste of his own medicine, and knocked at least two of his teeth out and possibly broke his nose.
She was packed up and gone the next day.
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped
Who's that dude? I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength
April 2011 - Angie is 23, Sarah is 21.
Sarah hadn’t really been surprised when she opened her door one day to find Angie sleeping in front of it. She had gone through the usual routine of getting her up and undressed enough to be comfortable, before depositing her on the couch and heading off to work. It had been less of a surprise to come home and find so many of her things destroyed. Angie never came to her, except for when she was in a manic phase, because Sarah was the only person that wouldn’t turn her away even after all of this time, with all the things she had done.
But then she had found her sketchbooks that were ripped and burned and ruined, and she had started yelling. It didn’t take long for Angie to scream back, and it was like they were in a caricature of their home life all over again. And then there was pain, and Sarah was on the floor with spots in front of her eyes and her nose bleeding. Above her, Angie stood with the anger gone out of her, pale and horrified at what she had done.
Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is
You're the same as me
But when it comes to love you're just as blinded
June 2009 - Angie is 21, Sarah is 19.
Angie never let on for how she had found her, and Sarah hadn’t asked when she showed up on her doorstep, two states away from where they had last talked. Instead, she had silently let her into the two rooms that could barely be considered an apartment.
Not a word had been spoken since she had arrived, which suited Angie just fine. They only sat there, too involved in the awkwardness that they were to really make anything of it. After what seemed like forever, Angie moved to sit next to Sarah and lean against her, head resting against her shoulder. A moment later, Sarah started running a hand through her hair.
Next time. There won't be no next time
I apologize even though I know its lies
I'm tired of the games I just want her back
August 2018 - Sarah is 29.
She didn’t care about the fact that the grass was still wet from rainfall from last night, or that her jeans would be muddy as hell and probably permanently stained by the time she got them to a washing machine. Sarah settled in a cross legged position, and valiantly ignored the dampness that began to soak into her legs. Quietly, she ran her hand through the grass before finally looking to the gravestone in front of her.
“Hey, Sissy.”