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The flight to Vegas seemed to go by much quicker than the one to Dallas. They weren’t flying over the water this time, so Brendon didn’t need to be knocked out with sedatives for the entire trip. For the first half of the flight, he was able to hold a civil, polite conversation with Margot, but, after a while, he began to get antsy.
“Do you have any tattoos, Margot?”
“No, Brendon,” Margot would sigh, as he asked yet another pointless question.
“Why not? Does Spenny not think it would be hot for you to have a tramp-stamp of his name just above your ass?” Brendon poked Margot in the side, making her jump and shoot a nasty look his way.
“Guess not,” she said, glaring.
“You know, Margot,” Brendon said, changing subject abruptly, as he was apt to do when he was in these types of moods. “I’ve decided that you must be a masochist. Why else would you stay with some guy who abuses you and doesn’t give a shit about you?”
“We’re not discussing this right now, Brendon, okay?” Margot said, exasperated. She looked up at the ceiling, praying for some semblance of patience, at least until the plane landed.
“Not discussing it doesn’t make it any less true.”
“Bite me.”
“I’d love to.”
After another few hours of constant pestering of Margot on Brendon’s part, the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign came on, the captain advised everyone to remain seated, and flight attendants were doing rounds of the plane, taking trash and making sure everyone was ready for landing. They touched down at Las Vegas International Airport, a place that had been nothing but a memory for both Margot and Brendon for quite a few years.
While waiting at baggage claim, Margot noticed her mother approaching and let loose a cry of excitement. She hadn’t hugged her mother since the last time she’d visited for Christmas, which was when she was still in school.
“Mom!” Margot ran at her mother, throwing her arms around the older woman in a loving embrace, one that she’d missed. The feeling of relief that one always feels when seeing someone they truly care about after a long time apart washed over the girl’s body, and she was almost in tears. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed her mother.
“Margot, honey!” Margot’s mother hugged back even tighter, making Margot feel awful for not visiting more often. Spencer didn’t like taking off work, really, so they couldn’t really take any vacations, much.
Brendon walked up to the reunited mother and daughter, carrying both luggage bags, setting them down to hug Margot’s mother. “Donna!” he said, wrapping his arms warmly around the woman that, growing up, had been like his second mother.
“Brendon, dear, how are you? I’m so sorry about what happened. Your mother’s at home…” Mrs. Miner said quietly, causing the entire party to sober up immediately. Gone was the happy reunion, replaced with the reality of what had reunited the three.
“I’m fine, thanks,” Brendon said softly, looking away. He tried to smile, but couldn’t quite manage it. “It…it hasn’t really…sunk in, yet…” He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes glassing over as he attempted to remain indifferent to any kind of negative emotion.
“Right…well…let’s get going. It’s about forty minutes’ drive home, if you’ll remember.” Donna indicated that the two young adults follow her out of the airport and out to her car, where Brendon opted to sit in the back so that mother and daughter could be together. They chatted lightly for the duration of the trip, not broaching the subject of why the two children had finally come home, after so many years of staying away.
“Here we are,” Donna Miner said, pulling into her driveway and popping the trunk as she shut the car off. They hauled the bags into the Miner household, setting them down at the front door as they heard choked off sobs floating from the kitchen. Margot’s mother held a finger to her lips, before calling out, “Grace? Brendon and Margot are here.” The sobs stopped abruptly, and, a few moments later, Grace Urie emerged from the kitchen, eyes red and swollen, but a smile plastered on her face.
“Well, hello, strangers,” she said, walking forward and pulling both kids into a tight embrace.
“Hey, Mrs. Urie. How you doin’?” Margot said, patting her lightly on the back.
“As well as can be expected, dear.”
“Hey, Mom,” Brendon said in gasping breaths, and it was obvious that he was trying not to cry. Mother and son stood there for a moment, at a loss for what to say.
“Well,” Margot’s mother jumped in with after a few minutes. “It’s late. Actually, it’s early in the morning. I think it’s time for us all to get some sleep. Good night Grace. Good night, Brendon.”
“Yeah,” Margot said quietly, giving both an extra hug. “’Night, guys.”
The Uries left, and Margot hugged her mother an extra time. “Where’s Dad?” she asked when they pulled away.
“Right here,” came a deep, male voice from the kitchen doorway. Margot smiled and hurried over to her father, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. It was very seldom an occasion that Margot talked to her father, as her mother was typically the one who called to say hello. Her father had never really been one for mincing words.
“How you doing, Dad?” Margot murmured, smiling weakly up at her father’s familiar, if not a bit older, face.
“I’m good, I guess, honey.” He patted her on the head, ruffling her hair with his fingers affectionately. “But we can catch up in the morning. It’s time for all of us to get some sleep.” With that, the Miner family began ascending the stairs to their respectable bedrooms, hoping they’d be able to fall into slumber without their thoughts being occupied too heavily with thoughts of death and loss.
Wow-jeez, guys. I'm sorry about that. I have no idea what happened. I know, for a fact, that I posted this chapter, but I don't know why it showed up as blank afterwords. Gah, damn you, Ficwad, and your glitches. Blah. Anyway...
Sad chapter. Short chapter. But, at least, it's a chapter. I'm sorry this has taken so long, I just feel so blocked on this story right now. I know where I want to go, and what I want to happen, it's just the matter of getting there from here that's driving me up a wall. Ugh, I'm sure I'll get it back in a few days. I think I've just had a lot of other stuff on my mind, not to mention, two new story ideas, which I know I shouldn't be having because I have two active stories right now, and three or four inactive ones that I kind of just put on hold. Eurgh. Oh well. Go comment, rate, and subscribe, por favor, and I'll see you all in a few days. OverAndOutxx
“Do you have any tattoos, Margot?”
“No, Brendon,” Margot would sigh, as he asked yet another pointless question.
“Why not? Does Spenny not think it would be hot for you to have a tramp-stamp of his name just above your ass?” Brendon poked Margot in the side, making her jump and shoot a nasty look his way.
“Guess not,” she said, glaring.
“You know, Margot,” Brendon said, changing subject abruptly, as he was apt to do when he was in these types of moods. “I’ve decided that you must be a masochist. Why else would you stay with some guy who abuses you and doesn’t give a shit about you?”
“We’re not discussing this right now, Brendon, okay?” Margot said, exasperated. She looked up at the ceiling, praying for some semblance of patience, at least until the plane landed.
“Not discussing it doesn’t make it any less true.”
“Bite me.”
“I’d love to.”
After another few hours of constant pestering of Margot on Brendon’s part, the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign came on, the captain advised everyone to remain seated, and flight attendants were doing rounds of the plane, taking trash and making sure everyone was ready for landing. They touched down at Las Vegas International Airport, a place that had been nothing but a memory for both Margot and Brendon for quite a few years.
While waiting at baggage claim, Margot noticed her mother approaching and let loose a cry of excitement. She hadn’t hugged her mother since the last time she’d visited for Christmas, which was when she was still in school.
“Mom!” Margot ran at her mother, throwing her arms around the older woman in a loving embrace, one that she’d missed. The feeling of relief that one always feels when seeing someone they truly care about after a long time apart washed over the girl’s body, and she was almost in tears. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed her mother.
“Margot, honey!” Margot’s mother hugged back even tighter, making Margot feel awful for not visiting more often. Spencer didn’t like taking off work, really, so they couldn’t really take any vacations, much.
Brendon walked up to the reunited mother and daughter, carrying both luggage bags, setting them down to hug Margot’s mother. “Donna!” he said, wrapping his arms warmly around the woman that, growing up, had been like his second mother.
“Brendon, dear, how are you? I’m so sorry about what happened. Your mother’s at home…” Mrs. Miner said quietly, causing the entire party to sober up immediately. Gone was the happy reunion, replaced with the reality of what had reunited the three.
“I’m fine, thanks,” Brendon said softly, looking away. He tried to smile, but couldn’t quite manage it. “It…it hasn’t really…sunk in, yet…” He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes glassing over as he attempted to remain indifferent to any kind of negative emotion.
“Right…well…let’s get going. It’s about forty minutes’ drive home, if you’ll remember.” Donna indicated that the two young adults follow her out of the airport and out to her car, where Brendon opted to sit in the back so that mother and daughter could be together. They chatted lightly for the duration of the trip, not broaching the subject of why the two children had finally come home, after so many years of staying away.
“Here we are,” Donna Miner said, pulling into her driveway and popping the trunk as she shut the car off. They hauled the bags into the Miner household, setting them down at the front door as they heard choked off sobs floating from the kitchen. Margot’s mother held a finger to her lips, before calling out, “Grace? Brendon and Margot are here.” The sobs stopped abruptly, and, a few moments later, Grace Urie emerged from the kitchen, eyes red and swollen, but a smile plastered on her face.
“Well, hello, strangers,” she said, walking forward and pulling both kids into a tight embrace.
“Hey, Mrs. Urie. How you doin’?” Margot said, patting her lightly on the back.
“As well as can be expected, dear.”
“Hey, Mom,” Brendon said in gasping breaths, and it was obvious that he was trying not to cry. Mother and son stood there for a moment, at a loss for what to say.
“Well,” Margot’s mother jumped in with after a few minutes. “It’s late. Actually, it’s early in the morning. I think it’s time for us all to get some sleep. Good night Grace. Good night, Brendon.”
“Yeah,” Margot said quietly, giving both an extra hug. “’Night, guys.”
The Uries left, and Margot hugged her mother an extra time. “Where’s Dad?” she asked when they pulled away.
“Right here,” came a deep, male voice from the kitchen doorway. Margot smiled and hurried over to her father, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. It was very seldom an occasion that Margot talked to her father, as her mother was typically the one who called to say hello. Her father had never really been one for mincing words.
“How you doing, Dad?” Margot murmured, smiling weakly up at her father’s familiar, if not a bit older, face.
“I’m good, I guess, honey.” He patted her on the head, ruffling her hair with his fingers affectionately. “But we can catch up in the morning. It’s time for all of us to get some sleep.” With that, the Miner family began ascending the stairs to their respectable bedrooms, hoping they’d be able to fall into slumber without their thoughts being occupied too heavily with thoughts of death and loss.
Wow-jeez, guys. I'm sorry about that. I have no idea what happened. I know, for a fact, that I posted this chapter, but I don't know why it showed up as blank afterwords. Gah, damn you, Ficwad, and your glitches. Blah. Anyway...
Sad chapter. Short chapter. But, at least, it's a chapter. I'm sorry this has taken so long, I just feel so blocked on this story right now. I know where I want to go, and what I want to happen, it's just the matter of getting there from here that's driving me up a wall. Ugh, I'm sure I'll get it back in a few days. I think I've just had a lot of other stuff on my mind, not to mention, two new story ideas, which I know I shouldn't be having because I have two active stories right now, and three or four inactive ones that I kind of just put on hold. Eurgh. Oh well. Go comment, rate, and subscribe, por favor, and I'll see you all in a few days. OverAndOutxx
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