Nothings making sense at all [oz]

[sophia riley allen]

'Cause when the heart breaks

it dont break even

Damn Kris for ever getting her in this mess. Damn him to hell. She had officially run out of money earlier that day, and she had yet to find a stable job upon her return. Don't worry she thought to herself you've only been back for two days, you'll figure out something. Either way, the thought of camping out in her car wasn't to pleasant. Either was the one of presenting herself before she was ready to her parents for a place to sleep. No, sleeping in her car was far more pleasant then facing her parents, or so she thought as she made her way to the park (her current situation gave her the oddest sense of deja vu...), her car parked not to far away from her destination. The air felt of summer, and she was excited about the approach of the season, despite her current issues and worries

The park was absent of children and parents, for it was late into the night. Not the most pleasant time for a young women to be out alone, but Sophia would manage. She sat down on one of the old swings, gazing out onto the play sets. She wished hopelessly to herself that she was a child again; ignorant of the usual stress and worries that adults encountered on what could be a daily basis. She rested her head on the chain that held the seat of the swing up, the town she knew so very well looking strange and unfamiliar. And somehow, this town that held bad memories for almost everyone, comforted her. She always felt like she belonged here, but now she felt unsafe; like any day the cops would be looking for her, or Kris would suddenly rise from the dead.

Kris. The man that shattered the safety she felt in this town. The man that was now lying six feet underground because of a young women he tortured with every fiber of his being. It could have been worse, Sophia thought, her enthusiasm feeling fake even to herself. The pain she felt when he hit her, spat at her, and claimed him for himself was nothing like the heartbreak she felt when she realized there was no hope in him; that she had actually thought she loved the monster that tortured her even well after he was dead. She should have listened to her brothers (the only people that knew of her abusive relationship), but she hadn't realized what a monster Kris was until way after he had complete control.

Sophia shook those unnerving thoughts away and looked down at the fair skin of her arms and hands. How nice it was to be able to wear short sleeves without worrying about bruises and cuts showing. It had been six months since she had anyone physically harm and although the murder she committed kept her trapped in worry and guilt; she felt so free all the same. She had avoided thinking much about her new life, and now she shut her eyes and thought with the trace of a smile, she could go out places when she wanted, flirt with whomever she liked, and have a drink or two without worrying about what the consequences received from her boyfriend would be. All this freedom and you haven't a place to go she thought, and chuckled to herself, amused by her own sarcastic thoughts.

(sorry, this is not my bestest. It will get better ^_^)

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[oscar rowan o'callaghan]

.like the devils got your hand, this was over before.
.before it ever began.

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[/b] Oz asked, sounding confused. This was a strange turn of events, he thought, thinking of the time. What was Sophia doing wandering around a dark park at this hour?[/ul][/size][/color]

[sophia riley allen]

'Cause when the heart breaks

it dont break even

Sophia remembered her trip out of Lipton; not much time had passed after Kris’s death had she bought a car and went as far and wide as she could pay for. She can’t recall all the places she had ended up going through, but she hadn’t stayed for long. She made fast money by doing a few side jobs; for instance, she got paid for doing a portrait of an elder couple. Painting had always been her passion, but it didn’t pay for motel rooms and gas she had to have if she wanted to travel. Few people knew of her paining talents, so it would be hard to make a living of it even if she did stay in one place for long. Besides, her painting and artwork were not just objects to sell, they were more than that to her, which is way she had refused to sell anyone of them. Her most valuable and precious ones were currently seated in the trunk of her car, for she couldn’t very well have asked her parents to keep them, and Kris’s apartment no longer inhabited anyone.

Sophias hand twitched the way it did when she used have an urge to paint. She had an urged to paint out the anxiety, stress, and worry she had been feeling for what has seemed like a year. But frankly she had no canvass, paint, or even an makeup brush. What she did have was a worn sketch book and heavy leaded pencil, but those were seated in her car, which she had no urge to walk to from where she was. Besides, she was going to need a new sketch pad soon enough, six months had been plenty of time to occupy the clean sheets of paper that used to fill the whole book. Now it was filled with pictures that ranged from calming sceneries to a frenzy of cryptic scribbles.

Sophia was still seated in the swing, her eyes shut in thought, when she, quite unexpectedly, heard her name. She opened her eyes and blinked, seeing the last person she would expect to see “Oz?” she said her tone more shocked then confused. Their last encounter had been placed at the bar, and he had helped her with a few drunken creeps. Communication after that incident had been almost non-existant, though she was entirely grateful for his helping her. She didn’t know much about him really, besides the fact he seemed to but heads with his brother. She hadn’t a clue what to say. “What brings you out at this hour?” she asked, though she had a feeling he was probably wondering the same.

She stood from the swing and realized it had been awhile since she last saw him. Without any heels on she realized he was taller then her by quite a few inches, and she thought, despite the fact she hadn't known him to well in the first place, there was something different about him. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but yet again it could be just the fact she had changed so much in the past couple of months, in both personality and physical appearance. She was skinnier, not unhealthy so, and her hair was darker, but it was mostly the personality that had made a drastic change. She was a bit more timid, sarcastic, but most importantly, independent.

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[oscar rowan o'callaghan]

[/b] Oz admitted, though nothing in what he said would indicate he'd been away for a long time. He could have gone anywhere, it didn't mean Oz had skipped town. Part of him didn't really Sophia to know he'd been away, and he couldn't quite place why. Perhaps he didn't want her to think Oz had been running away from something. Perhaps Oz had a different reason; it didn't matter, she didn't particularly need to know where he'd been or what he'd been up to either.

"Why are you here?" Oz asked, pulling the duffel back up onto his shoulder as it started to slip. He paused and eyed Sophia - there was something different about her, but Oz couldn't place a finger on it, but then he figured his memories of what Sophia was like happened to be fairly vague anyway and his memory could be tricking him into thinking something had changed with her. "Not exactly prime conditions for a stroll in the park," he pointed out, with a small smile.[/color][/size][/ul]

[sophia riley allen]

Seeing Oz made her think of all the other people she had left while recklessly leaving town, and she felt a sudden pang of guilt. She had only talked once to any of her family while gone, and that had been her youngest brother; Eli. Sophia thought of him as a total sweetheart, and hated being so far away from him. She recalled the short, long distance conversation she had had with him. “Eli, I’m so sorry for being gone...” “Way to have us all worried, Sophia”. Yeah, that had been hard mental slap, and although she had always had the intentions on returning, she drove just a little faster after seeing those words. Now here she was, in Lipton, completely stumped on what to do next. She was so scared of returning to her parents; the rejection that, in her case, would be completely understandable. Though she had called before she even left about her plans, but how was here family supposed to know she was safe and were she was going? She suppressed a groan at the thought.

She most definitely could not keep sleeping in her car. Part so because she thought it was degrading, and also there was the problem with car theft and safety. She ran a hand though her hair, something she had been doing a lot lately. She wasn’t sure how she felt about meeting Oz here; surprised, mostly, but also a little relieved. She was glad it was him and not any of the creeps that stalk the night in Lipton. Granted, she didn’t know much about him, but since he defended her once, and never asked for anything in return, she was willing to believe she was safe with him. Sophia suddenly realized the foolishness of her being out here at this hour, doing a mental head slap. She convinced herself that her whole entire situation was foolish, and that it was okay to let that bit of carelessness slide. She could lecture herself later.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets “Traveling I suppose” she said, not wanting to jump into the whys and wheres because she wasn’t exactly all too close to Oz, and didn’t know if he was the kind of person who took kindly to nosiness. Living with Kris for about a year taught her to be cautious when it came to what she said and did, and although she doubted Oz would take such aggressive actions to prove a point, a rather silly one at that, she could never be too sure. Kris was a fine example of being nice, and then suddenly violent and manipulative. Soph usually told herself that not every person that she’d meet would be so volatile, and that it could be okay to trust easily, but then she’d recall Kris’s abuse and push her thoughts away, usually distracting herself with something completely different.

Sophia bit her bottom lip, feeling sheepish “Oh I, um,” she rubbed the back of her neck “I haven't a place to stay” she confessed, thankful that she wasn’t blushing a lot. She didn’t want Oz to know about her running away and being too scared to turn to her parents for help, and hoped silently that he wouldn’t look into it. She felt twice more foolish. "No kidding" she murmured and she smiled sheepishly, wondering why she didn’t lie about her current predicament. That received another mental head slap, and suddenly Sophia felt more like her old self. The old Sophia had a way to getting herself into sticky situations, and would find this one more like an adventure. Unfortunately in the past she had been able to turn to someone. Lots to turn to, actually, she had been very well liked in high school, but sadly reality hit. She found herself missing those old high school party days.