Post by Ryder James Crowe on Oct 21, 2013 14:55:23 GMT -5
How could anyone blame a big brother for wanting to murder a man that had definitely broken his baby sister's heart and had possibly stolen her virtue? Because no matter if it was the truth or not, Chey was a virgin and always would be, and if the guy had touched her sexually, he must have stolen it.
Now here was the tricky part. Maybe she had given him permission to snatch her virtue. She was a big girl and though it hurt Ryder as much as a punch in the gut, if she had been with the guy willingly, there wasn't much of a damn thing the elder Crowe could do.
He'd just have to keep pretending his little sister was a guileless teenager with a chastity belt to which he or JD held the key...
Now if he had forced her...THAT was the determining factor whether this Hayden would die quick and rather painlessly, or if Ryder and Jarrett truly would have a long drawn out torture session(s) before they let him die.
These were the things currently drifting in and out of Ryder's tawny head as he sat next to Chey and held Jay, watching J.D. grab a box of tissues before coming over to offer them to the crying young woman.
He had snorted at J.D.'s remark about his diaper comment, shrugging and looking earnest.
"I swear I met one...a cupid. He was a balding fat guy that wore a diaper. No lie."
Yep. That fucked up angel had been...well...pretty fucked up. And had taken the term cupid waaaaay too literally.
But they had other issues at hand.
Ryder's brow was low over his steely grey eyes as he listened to his big brother comforting their sister. The guy had always had a huge heart inside that broad chest of his, and this time was no different. Ry could see Chey's eyes soften just a bit as she drank in his words and his compassionate tone, and he felt a slight pang of guilt at the unwarranted anger he still carried towards his sibling.
It seemed the elder Crowe even had the forethought to get some of Chey's favorite goodies, and Ry was reminded that he'd also brought (and abandoned) snacks outside.
As if by a miracle, or perhaps just the reassuring voice of his older brother, Ryder grew calm enough to take Chey's hand when it was extended instead of demanding more information about what had happened. He was DYING to know. Dying to exact his brand of retaliation, but instead he clenched his jaw and nodded in acceptance of her offer to stay single for now if only they'd stay the night with her.
"I brought pretzels. And root beer." Ryder added through clenched teeth, his grey-blues flicking towards his brother as if to ask him mentally, "What the hell?"
Shouldn't they be finding out about the motherfucker that had raped and murdered their family?!