1. Welcome to Black Dahlia, an adult 18+ roleplaying and writing forum! Don't forget to vote daily for BDRP! The more you vote, the more awesome writers find BDRP, so vote each day! Click here to vote on Top RP Sites and here to vote on Top Site List.

 Modern Unfortunate circumstance

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by kingofthesun, Oct 20, 2017.

  1. kingofthesun

    kingofthesun Brand Spankin' New Member

    Messages:
    74
    Local Time:
    2:37 PM
    The phone call had left Greg disturbed to say the least. The drive back upstate was silent, even though he played music in the background he didn't really hear it. It was more of a daze than anything. The funeral, the will, the arrangements— everything seemed to be speeding along much faster than he had expected. Dad was dead. Gone. Forever.

    Greg hadn't seen him in six months— since Christmas. Work. Work. Work. His sister had constantly reasserted that he needed to visit— she had moved out of the city only recently to go back to their small little hamlet that sat two hours north of Manhattan on the edge of Westchester County. It was the boondocks of Westchester. "You need to spend more time with Family Greg." Rachel would say over the phone while most likely cradling one of his Nieces or Nephews.

    But Greg hadn't. And now Dad was gone. The worst part was walking into the house and seeing that nearly everything was the same, only a pair of shoes were missing from the shoe rack and a few coats. That was all that seemed to have changed.

    Friends and family that he hadn't seen in years came to the funeral and spoke about how great Dad was. He was great. Respected. Dad had grown up on the farm— my grandparents had inherited the farm and decided to actually farm on it after the Great Depression. Dad ended up taking it over and opened up a restaurant (he took farm to table seriously enough to the point where dad had slaughtered most of the meat in every dish he cooked). Luckily the restaurant took off and ended with dad having two Michelin stars. Pretty good for a boondock farmer's boy.

    As he stepped into his childhood home— the floor boards creaking in all the exact spots he remembered, he wasn't greeted by his sister, mother or his brother in-law, but M.

    @Beauty
     
  2. Beauty

    Beauty Beast's Little Fox Member

    Messages:
    478
    Local Time:
    11:37 AM
    Maryann was scared to attend the funeral, not because she was afraid of the dead but because she was afraid to see him again, the son of the deceased. She wouldn't miss the funeral for nothing. The man was like a second father to her and for years growing up she dreamed of one day becoming the man's daughter in law. When she looked down at hom, she still saw the loving kind father figure that he was and her heart hurt for him. He wanted to wait to see his son Greg again just one more time but it' hadn't been that way. She remembered clearly the last conversation they had and she still wished that she could somehow fulfill the dead man's wish but she knew it wouldn't happen.

    Still when greg walked in, she found herself unable to resist his presence and made her way over to him. "Greg, I'm so sorry for your lost." She didn't wait for him to react before she wrapped her arms around him and brought him in for an embrace. "I'm glad you made it to the funeral too." She whispered those words into his ear. "Your father would be happy to know you came. He missed you so much." She wished she hadn't said the last sentence but it had been the truth.

    Maryann pulled away and composed herself once more smiling softly at him. She looked down avoiding eye contact for much longer. Greg had been her best friend growing up and then somewhere in between being a kid and a teen, she started to develope feelings for him but as it was her luck, he never noticed her. "Was the drive alright?"
     
  3. kingofthesun

    kingofthesun Brand Spankin' New Member

    Messages:
    74
    Local Time:
    2:37 PM
    His usually stiff upright shoulders slumped as M wrapped her arms around him. Now he felt like he was home. He exhaled loudly, smiling lightly as he tightly hugged her. Her perfume was the same. Everything was the same. But one thing. Granted her words were formal, it they were more reassuring than the distant family that had offered their condolences. Funerals it seemed were less for the grieving and the dead and more for the community. His father had tactfully written in his will to have baked to a crisp at a slow burn of 1500 degrees. All that remained of the titan of a chef was a small silver urn that he asked to be buried under his favorite tree.

    "I know. It just happened too quickly, I wasn't expecting it." Greg shrugged as her looked down at M. Lightly holding her chin he made her look up at him, "I'm glad you were there for him. He considered you to be his second daughter and you probably were the favorite child in that case." He stepped inside, closing the door and slid off his shoes. "The drive was fine. A bit of traffic, but bearable. I hate to say it but it's good to get out of The City in the summer." Though, he usually went to the Hamptons or out east if he escaping Manhattan.

    "I heard you have a kid now? I'm hoping you didn't name the poor bastard after me." Humor was really the only way he could deal with this. He had to keep it together, for his Sister and Mom.

    "Greg." Rachel called out as she walked out from the kitchen, hair tied up in a high pony tail as usual. Her hands were covered by gloves— she hated getting her hands dirty. She was the princess of the family after all. "Hey sweetie." She said as she walked up and gave Greg a kiss on the cheek. "Mom's been waiting for you. What took you so long?"

    "Work. I had to take a quick call on the way back. We're right in a merger and you know how—"

    His sister cut him off, "I know, I know. Just try to spend some time with her. I know your summer isn't going to be that busy. Mom needs us."

    She turned to Maryann, "M could you help me out with the dishes, you two can catch up later."
     
  4. Beauty

    Beauty Beast's Little Fox Member

    Messages:
    478
    Local Time:
    11:37 AM
    Maryann couldn't help but smile as he lifted her gaze up to meet his. She could see that he had changed even more than she thought he would but she was afraid to know how and what those changes were. Everyone changed though, even she changed a little or a lot depending on who was looking and what that were looking at. Her heart skipped a beat when he mentioned her marriage. So he knew about it all these years, no doubt by way of Rachel. It had to be be Rachel because maryann didn't tell Greg about it, she hadn't admitted to him that she was seeing anyone in the first place.

    She hesitated, she wanted to tell him the truth. She wanted to say that she wasn't married not anymore. Technically, the divorce papers had been served and she was waiting on it to be finalized but emotionally and mentally the marriage ended already. The only reason she even got married was because of Greg. She couldn't spend the rest of her life pinning and waiting for him when there was a perfectly great guy, someone she thought was a great guy at the time, vying for her love and devotion. Her ex husband and Ethan's father, Elijah had been a funny, cute guy who had been there for her when she was in her darkest moments. He saw the beauty in her that Greg never did.

    "I--" But her response was interrupted but Rachel. Maryann held her peace. When it came to Rachel, Maryann knew it was better to let the princess have her way. Marryann nodded. "Sure, I can give you a hand in a moment. I gotta check on Ethan."

    Maryann patted Greg on the shoulder and watch Rachel disappear. "Hey, um if you want to come by and have dinner at my place so we can catch up." She smiled at him.
     
  5. kingofthesun

    kingofthesun Brand Spankin' New Member

    Messages:
    74
    Local Time:
    2:37 PM
    Greg took Maryann's hand into his own, lacing his fingers through is before clutching her hand lightly for a moment. "How about we sneak a few drinks in from Dad's liquor cabinet like when we were kids?" Greg said as he smiled lightly, "I have a case of dad's favorite scotch sitting in my car. I think he'd want that rather than us moping about." He let go of her hand and made his way to the living room where his mother sat, staring blankly at the T.V..

    "Mom." He said lightly as he bent down to give her a kiss on her cheek. "How are you doing?" Greg asked as he sat down in front of her on the floor, his back facing her as he leaned back into her lap. It only seemed natural that his mother ran her manicured nails through Greg's slightly greying hair. "Better. I just need to come to terms with all of this." She smiled weakly as she looked back up to the T.V. "I'm glad you came sweetie."

    Rachel on the other hand had gone ahead and started doing the dishes, rinsing every plate and spoon before setting it aside to be stacked into the dishwasher.
     
  6. Beauty

    Beauty Beast's Little Fox Member

    Messages:
    478
    Local Time:
    11:37 AM
    For a moment Maryann wanted nothing more than to run away with Greg like bad teens and drink that whole bottle of Scotch. maybe with however much of that scotch she could take before puking, she could finally spill out her feelings for him and maybe in a moment of drunken stupor and definite low inhibitions, she would just show him how much she would be there for him. If her words couldn't comfort her enough, she would used her body to soothe and confront him in every way possible. It was a selfish and childish thought but she would suffer whatever consequences just as long as she knew that she had...could comfort him. However just like every other time that she had ever thought of giving herself to him, the moment ends too soon and life goes on.

    For now.

    Maryann took a deep breath and exhaled. Yesterday was over and today was a new day. Tomorrow could changed for better or for worse depending on her decisions she made now. She found her spot next to Rachel and started to help Greg's sister with the dishes in silence. She didn't feel very much like talking with Rachel; they were never close. maryann was always Greg's friend and she prefered it that way.

    She was thankful that Rachel didn't feel talkative either so the two women were able to work in silence and more efficiently. maryann was happy to just be helpful but more hopeful to leave as soon as they finished drying and putting away the dishes that were already done.

    At the first opportunity that she had, maryann slipped out grateful that she wasn't noticed. She made her way around the house trying to remember what every room was and which rooms not to go into. She was also wandering where and when she could see him again.
     
  7. kingofthesun

    kingofthesun Brand Spankin' New Member

    Messages:
    74
    Local Time:
    2:37 PM
    "I mean why wouldn't I come?" His relationship with his father wasn't perfect, but it wasn't terrible either. As all father sons they had their ups and downs. Luckily things ended on one of the ups. Greg closed his eyes for a moment, letting his mother continue to run her hand through his hair. "I should go bring my things up from the car." Exhaling audibly he made his way back outside, grabbing his suit bag, suitcase and a bottle of scotch.

    Greg quickly glanced over in the direction to the kitchen to try to hear if his sister and "M" had finished the dishes. It seemed that they had. He climbed up the stirs, knowing exactly which stairs would make noise and which ones didn't. It was comforting. Smiling lightly he made his way down the hall to the room all the way at the end. He found Mary standing in the door way. "Reminiscing?" Greg said with a light smirk as he made his way past her and tossed the bags on the bed.

    He brandished the bottle of scotch, opening it he took a swig and walked up to her. "Take a swig." He winked at her as he stripped off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. "I don't think I've stepped foot in this room in nearly a decade."
     
  8. Beauty

    Beauty Beast's Little Fox Member

    Messages:
    478
    Local Time:
    11:37 AM
    Her smile came out instantly upon hearing his voice. Dangit! Even after all those years he still had it in him to make her smile just like that. She kept her back towards him knowing that he would come to her in time. It was her way of maintaining a facade that there could be something between them. But she answered him.

    "Yeah." She chuckled. "I'm not supposed to be in this room remember and neither are you." She waited until he was right beside her and offering her a drink. She turned to face him. "Oh geez here we are again. The last time your offered me a drink like this we ended up climbing the marquee of the high school." She grin at him and there was a twinkle in her eye. "It was so much fun."

    She accepted the glass from him boldly letting her fingers brush against his affectionately before bringing the glass to her lips for a sip. "Mmm, your dad did always have great taste. So how long are you staying this time?"
     
  9. kingofthesun

    kingofthesun Brand Spankin' New Member

    Messages:
    74
    Local Time:
    2:37 PM
    "Ten days." He replied before he took the bottle from her and took a long sip. He put it down on the nightstand and sat down on his bed, which squeaked. "This fucking mattress." He'd almost gotten caught with countless cheerleaders from high school. He grinned as he bounced up and down on it lightly while sitting. "Has been a pain in my ass for years now." He took M's hand into his own and playfully pulled her onto the bed. "Remember when we were ten? We broke the damn bed from jumping on it. Dad had to use two by fours to reinforce it."
     
  10. Beauty

    Beauty Beast's Little Fox Member

    Messages:
    478
    Local Time:
    11:37 AM
    He was only staying for ten days, ten short days. She almost let her feeling betrayed her composure, almost. She should have known that he wouldn't just come back to stay permanently because his father died. Back then he couldn't wait to leave their town, he was in no hurry to return to it. He didn't stay then for her and he wouldn't come just for her. She tried not to think about too much less it ruined the mood. She took another sip of the whiskey as he pulled her on to his bed.

    "I remember." She smiled at him as she let herself relax and fall into the bed lying back next to him. "You're dad was so mad at us but he was trying his hardest not to yell at me." She laughed. "I felt so bad but it was so much fun."

    She turned toward him but didn't allow herself to look at him instead she focused on the window past him and then the tree in the yard. She had always been his friend and she wondered how many other girls had been in this room with him that she didn't know about? It was funny that she still cared about trivial things like that even now. It was enough to make her frown.

    "It's not my place to say anything but Greg, you're the man of the house now and maybe it might be a good thing to come back if you could." She waited a little bit before continuing on. "I know Rachel doesn't say much but I think she and your mom could use your help for more than just ten days." She bit the inside of her bottom lip gently, "I know I'd love to see you around more."
     
    kingofthesun likes this.
  11. kingofthesun

    kingofthesun Brand Spankin' New Member

    Messages:
    74
    Local Time:
    2:37 PM
    Greg smiled lightly as she laid down, he cupped her face lightly and brushed a dark lock of hair behind her ear— he he often did. He nodded his head and pursed his lips at the thought of coming back home permenantly. He had an entire life set in the city that included a fruitful career. “I can’t just leave my job, and commuting isn’t exactly an ideal option.” He exhaled as he laid down in the bed after taking a large swig of the whiskey. He turned and faced her and pressed his forehead up against her’s. His hand instinctively rested on her waist, pushing up the hem of her shirt to lightly run his hands against her back. “I can try to take more time off.”
     

Share This Page