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Post by Adalyn Carver on Jul 17, 2015 0:13:05 GMT
Adalyn had been taken just like James, it was about three months ago. Before she'd been taken she'd learned that she was newly pregnant, which was scary since Sage wasn't very old. She was excited though, until she was taken from their home in four.
One room was all she saw the last few months, not even a person. Whenever someone came in the room she was blind folded. Thoughts of her family flashing in her mind, she had to get free, to Trigger and to her kids. One night she was meant to be sleeping but a power outage caused the doors to open for a brief second. That was her chance, she slipped out and quietly made her way through the halls.
Emerging through the tunnels and into the light, her first instinct was to find Trigger. Though James was the first face she saw, he looked just as beat up as she was. He'd apparently been staying in a cottage in seven for a while now. She couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't gone home? Maybe he was afraid? She had no idea but she was going to drag him back, she needed her family back.
It was a night like any other, she was packing preparing for her return to her loving husband and beautiful children. Her words filling the cabin. "I miss my family, I cannot wait to be home." She says softly, folding her clothes and stuffing them in a duffle. She couldn't wait to make the announcement that she was pregnant, luckily she was only about three months along, so she wasn't showing much.
James' yelling filling her ears, no happy ending? What was he on about? His hands grasping her shoulders tightly, fear wells up in her throat until she feels the piercing of a blade through her chest.
The baby! her voice screams in her head. Her body slowly shutting down, her skin losing its color and warmth. She saw James walking out, she couldn't move or talk or anything.
In her mind she said her goodbyes. Goodbye Trigger, my love. May we meet in peace in the after life. Live fully. she was accepting that she was dying.
Her eyes closed as she waited for the darkness to consume her.
Chocolate eyes fluttered open, only to be blinded by the white light hanging above her. The room smelled of sterile cotton, and cleaning supplies. Her throat was dry and her body ached. A nurse quickly was by her side, offering her water and a tiny cup of pills. "We've called your husband, he should be here anytime." She assures her, turning to leave before Adalyn clutches the woman's wrist. "What about the baby?" She asks, her tone full of concern.
"She is just fine, a little fighter just like her momma." She assures her before exiting the room.
Adalyn rests her hand on her stomach, a girl. "You're a fighter just like your daddy, he's gonna be so excited to learn about you." She whispers softly to her slightly bulged out stomach. Her head resting back on the pillow as she watched mindlessly as the water dripped into her IV. Only thing that brought her out of her daze was the sound of loud steps echoing down the hall.
She felt her heart rate speed up, the baby wiggling around in her stomach as if she could feel her mother's excitement. She'd be reunited with her husband.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Jul 19, 2015 8:30:30 GMT
The house he'd been hesitantly rebuilding was meant to be made with bricks. Block upon block stacked atop one another, clinging together with a slather of mortar and high hopes. Built with not one, but two pairs of trembling hands- each overcoming their own doubts to perfect the structure. Strong and sturdy was the goal, something dependable and comforting- but one puff was all it took to prove that those stones were nothing more than sticks and straw. One call and his home was blown away.
He'd known that it was too good to be true. He'd known that it would never last.
When it came to this life- the dead didn't stay dead, and he should have known better than to believe it.
Trigger had been sitting in his parents' mansion, cradling Sage in his lap while his fingers looped around Tatum's petite wrist, guiding his hand as he scribbled against the page in a mockery of the letter 'b' when he got the call. Naturally, his first instinct was to let it ring itself out, bleed to voicemail while he tended to his children, but the longer it had droned on, the more fidgety he'd gotten. Freeing his hand, he bent towards the phone cradle on one of the living room's end tables, snatching it at the last moment, his index finger stabbing the curved green button as he fell back into place. Sage tugging at the fabric on his chest and Tatum snickering as he takes three crayons in one chubby fist and drags them across the paper without ceremony. With squinted eyes, he reaches for his son's hand, trying to prevent him from doodling all over his mother's table as he lets out a questioning, "Hello?"
The voice on the other end was too chipper, and he almost hung up just on that principle. He was surrounded by childish giggles and high-pitched screams every hour of the day- he could only take so much peppy. Trigger didn't, though, figuring it had to be important if they were calling here- no one just bothers the Mason's out of free will.
And god, he was glad he hadn't smashed that vibrant red key- he'd have never found out.
It was warbled, with his children's musing and the hospital-esque sounds seeping in through the other end, but he heard the words. Got the message- and promptly dropped the phone, shoving it away as if it'd burnt him. He went rigid, blood draining from his face as he lets out a choked out sob. Tatum halted immediately, small hand resting against his father's chest as he mumbles, "Daddy?" Sage caught the vibes, body going taut and eyes watering at the stress in the air. Shaking his head softly, he set his baby girl beside her brother and choked out a broken, "Go play, I'll be right back." His daughter just scooted herself closer to the table, hands patting at the boy's leg as he slowly turned his attention back to the drawing- completely trusting his father.
Trigger grasped the phone, finding his footing and stumbling out of his kid's line of vision as he cuts of the nurse's hesitant 'hellos' with an exasperated, "No, no they told me she was dead. She can't be- she can't?" Tears spilled down his cheeks, chest tight as he gasps for breaths. The woman attempted to comfort him, murmuring off Adalyn's vitals and explaining the condition she'd been in when she arrived. Near death, but not dead. He'd simply been misinformed.
Simply. As if that fixed it.
She'd spilled the rest of the information- where his wife was and that she was expecting him- and then it was over. Just like that. Phone call ended, life back to normal.
Except it wouldn't be normal.
Normal now was waiting for his mom to return with groceries. Normal now was setting up the table while his mother cooked. Normal now was having Jewel come home after a day of following leads, welcoming her into his arms and offering as much help as he could when it came to getting her children back.
Now was Jewel- and he didn't know what to do.
Really, there was only one thing he could do.
Running upstairs with a tear stained face, he barged into his mother's bedroom and spilled, bursting at the seams with it all. He was overwhelmed, torn thin, and had no idea what was going to happen. She ushered him out of the house, kids on her hip and bag in his hand.
And like that, nothing special, he was on a train to Seven and whispering into his phone to Jewel about it what he'd learn- well, her voicemail. He just dreaded the real thing, face to face, more than anything- because they all know where this is leading. It was great while it lasted.
It moved too fast, didn't give him time to think. For one moment he was clutching his chest and weeping to himself and the next he was marching down the hall, feet heavy as he made his way to her room.
A step, a turn, a sob.
Trigger didn't make it through the doorway, halting just before the frame as his eyes caught the woman in the bed. The woman he thought was dead. The woman he had moved on from. The woman he'd married.
His breath caught in his throat, eyes rimmed with red as his fist clench at his side.
He wondered what he must look like to her- hair brushing the tips of his shoulders, beard scraggly, face worn with sorrow. He wondered if she could see his pain, know what he'd been through with her absence. He wondered if she could feel his guilt. If she could see the fingerprints Jewel had left on his bare flesh. If she could hear the confessions they'd made, moans they'd shared. If she could ever forgive him for not regretting it soon enough.
"Adalyn," it was a croak, the barest of whispers as his eyes fled with tears, knuckles popping at the force of his grip- but still, he didn't move.
Still didn't believe it. How could it have fallen so far? What happened to his house of bricks?
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Post by Adalyn Carver on Jul 19, 2015 9:51:03 GMT
Adalyn took in the appearance of the man she's married, the man who was fine and happy when she'd last seen him. Months sure took a toll on him, though it wasn't her fault she couldn't help but feel overwhelming guilt. Tears pooled in her eyes as she took in his ragged appearance, though she had expected worse. Part of her was sad that he didn't bring the kids, but the other part was glad it was just him.
Her fingers longed to curl themselves in his hair, to pull him close and never let go. Though she couldn't move, she was stuck in the bed by tubes and IVs. Her eyes stayed glued to him, his voice sounded like a thousand angels even though it was strained. "Trigger." She breathed, wanting him to come closer. Obviously she knew this would be a lot to take in so she was thankful the blanket hid her slightly bubbled out stomach. She didn't want to overwhelm him all at once.
Her fingers knotted nervously in to the cotton blanket as her bottom lip found its way between her teeth. What did she say to him? Where did she begin? Should she tell him James stabbed her, that he left her for dead? That she was taken by the Capitol, tortured beyond comprehension. No, she wouldn't tell him unless he asked.
"I missed you." She says softly, breaking the few moments of silence as she keeps her chocolate gaze stuck to him.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Aug 30, 2015 1:22:49 GMT
He couldn't do it. There was no way, physically or mentally, that Trigger was capable of getting his left foot to press forward, easing past his right to bring him closer to his wife laying in a hospital bed in the very district they'd met in. He couldn't do it. Not yet. Not with his thoughts still lingering in dangerous waters.
Did he smell like her? Like the blonde beauty he'd spent his whole life chasing? Was there a hickey on his neck baring the truth of his infidelity? Was there a stain in his gaze marring him as a man who was brimming with guilt? Could she see? Could she tell?
Did she know he hated himself? More so now than ever?
He's killed. Murdered with guns, knifes, arrows. He's murdered people with his bare hands. He watched the light fade out of unfamiliar eyes, all because he hated the monster his father made him into.
He's tried to kill himself. Throwing himself of buildings, daring to stare down the barrel of guns with unwavering hands lingering on the trigger, all because he hated who he'd became.
He's hurt. In fits of anger, he'd push everyone away- and often succeeded in keeping them at a distance. He'd shove. He'd shout. He'd retaliate in the only way he knew, all because he hated what he was capable of.
But this? He hates himself more now that he'd lost faith. He let her go, he gave up that fight- he cheated. The very reason for those deaths, and those attempts, and those vital moments of spoken hate. He laid with another woman, he confessed his love to another woman, he played house with another woman. All while his wife was fighting for her life. All while his wife was keeping her own hopes up.
He was seething. Beating himself up from the interior out, because he knew the pain creased his brows. He knew his eyes glossed over with the familiar emptiness of self-loathing. He knew that it had only been a matter of seconds since she silently requested he came to her side, but that didn't stop the world from passing by in slow motion.
That didn't change the truth.
And then the dam came crashing down.
It wasn't a soft stream of thoughts, but a flood of everything. It washed out Jewel, because really? She didn't matter, not at this moment. He'd been so caught up in the fact that he wasn't ready to choose, to spill what he'd been doing these past months that he didn't let it sink in.
Adalyn was alive. She was breathing, and living, and here.
The now was what mattered.
So as he was rushed with the suddenly emphasis of her functioning, grinding, beating heart with the dull beeps of the machinery she was hooked up to ringing in his ears, he tripped over his feet in a rush to get to her side. Adalyn was alive. She hadn't left, she was here- and God, he couldn't breathe. He couldn't see through the blur of tears pressing at his bloodshot hazel irises.
Fallen to his knees, in a mockery of prayer, he latched onto her hand, kissing the back repeatedly as he mumbled senseless croaks remarking the vibrant rise and fall of her chest into her delicately warm flesh.
She was here and that's what mattered in the now.
With just the barest hint of regret, he pulled his lips away from her skin, tilting his face into her touch, letting her fingers curl into his beard as he soaked in the pulse just under her fingertips. Eyes closed, mouth parted, he gasped for breath, head reeling.
And then he spoke. Words vague as they ghosted through the medically scented air.
"What happened?"
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Post by Adalyn Carver on Aug 30, 2015 9:30:45 GMT
Adalyn played nervously with the hem of the blanket covering her bruised, and battered body. She was thankful that was placed over her, she could tell Trigger was barely keeping together. Once glance at the purple and yellowed skin, or the stab wound that her brother, the person he probably hates most caused. She knew he'd lose it.
Her first instinct when he finally made his less than graceful move over to her was to weave her weak fingers into the mess of hair that had grown on his face. His kisses warmed her entire body, she couldn't help but feel herself relax for the first time in months. Everything playing through her mind like an awful movie with no end. What had happened?
She'd been taken from their home, thankfully no one was there except her. After they'd blindfolded her, and threw her in the back of a very large vehicle she was taken to thirteen. They did everything to break her, listening to her babies screaming, Trigger crying for her, with her being able to do nothing killed her. Apparently that wasn't the only thing trying to kill her. Once she'd gotten free she had actually found someone to help, James. Unlucky for her, he's gone off the deep end. Stabbing her and leaving her for dead. Her own brother, of course he knew nothing of the baby that lay in her small stomach.
All these thoughts causing tears to well up in her chocolate brown eyes, the life they once had trying its hardest to make an apperance. "Well.." She started, her story flowing from her lips as she told him everything, except James and the baby. Those thing would probably have to wait until they were both in the right mind.
Her words finishing with "Someone found me, laying in a cabin near death. That's how I ended up here." Her tone soft, broken. Nothing good came from that story, aside from their child's well being. Which was a miracle considering. Mentally she smiled down at the little fighter, their little girl.
"I'm sorry, I was trying to make it back." Her voice a little more confident this time, she tried like hell to get back to him, to their family.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Jan 5, 2018 10:33:18 GMT
Calloused thumbs wiped gently at her tears, his palm cradling her cheek when he dared to release her hand long enough to do so. He didn't want to spend a moment without her warmth seeping into his flesh, without the solid reminder that she was in fact here. Breathing. Speaking. Alive. He couldn't keep still, eyes dancing across what he could see of her, the blanket draped over her hiding much more than he wanted it to. He wanted to tear it off, to inspect every inch of her skin—to make sure she was all there. He wanted to pepper her pale flesh with kisses, wanted to nuzzle every nook and crevice and prove that she was truly, honestly here with him. But he refrained. Now wasn't the time or place. He could see the pain heavy in her honey irises, knew that any added pressure would be too much for her too take.
When they got home, he promised himself—and then froze. Where was home? Was it their house along the shore of a war-torn District? Or was it the house he never had the chance to grow up in? The house where Jewel would return, her stomach ever so slightly curved with the proof of his infidelity? It had taken one time, for there had only been one time. That night when here screams echoed off the walls, his urgency to make sure she was okay causing him to stumble into the room without warning. When he found her on the balcony, draped in nothing but a sheet—one she dropped soon after she took note of his arrival—his past barreled over him. He had loved her, been obsessed with the very idea of her, and now? Now he was convinced his wife was dead, the words engraved on his frontal lobe as he took a step into the room. He was driven by madness, by his teenage desires. Jewel had been so vital to him when he'd been held in the catacombs, she had been his only hope. Even when she tore him down, when she flaunted her boyfriend in his face, he couldn't let go. It wasn't until Adalyn's stomach was swollen with their first born that his desperation for her faded—when he saw James in Alina's face. When it settled deep within him that the two would simply never be. They weren't meant to be.
If he hadn't gotten that call only hours before, Trigger knew he wouldn't have fallen into bed with her.
He didn't love Jewel. He was sure he never did, for not once did she make his heart race the way Adalyn did. Not once did she fill him with warmth, with hope. Not once did she make him feel human.
He swallowed around guilt, feeling sick to his stomach. Was it worse that he slept with someone he didn't care for? Or would Adalyn be relieved at the revelation should he tell her? He'd never know. He'd never let her know. The child would be taken care of. He was not going to lose his wife over a misunderstanding, over a one-night mistake. Trigger would figure it all out later, at the moment, his full focus was on his wife as she began to explain her last few months in a strained voice. There seemed to be pieces missing, her hesitation on certain parts proving she was hiding something from him. He wouldn't push. Not now. Not here. He didn't care about the small details right now.
"I'll kill them," he growled, voice a deep rumble in the pit of his chest as his eyes glazed over—an emerald hue teasing at the corners. It had been so long since she'd seen this side of him, but not having her at his side—not having her there to keep him sane—he'd lost touch with what little control she'd taught him. "I'll kill every last one of them," he promised, hand twitching with anger. He'd find each person responsible for this and he'd make them pay.
It was her apology that dragged him back from the edge, his fury swapping quickly for fear as he pushed himself closer to her side. He shook his head, completely baffled. How could she be sorry? This wasn't her fault. "Princess," he whispered, heartbroken—eyes damp and lip trembling, "God, don't apologize. This isn't- just- please. Don't." He couldn't find the words, couldn't find his voice.
But once the tears started, he couldn't stop them--didn’t try to.
"They told me you were dead," he hiccupped around a sob, pressing his face into her hands as he struggled to speak, "They found a b-body and they said it was y-you and I-I thought you were dead, Adalyn. I thought I l-lost you." He was overwhelmed with sorrow and relief alike, unable to control his emotions.
She'd always done that for him, she kept him in line. Without her, he didn't know who he was, who he'd become.
He needed her, and now, he had her once more.
Trigger wasn't letting go of her ever again.
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Post by Adalyn Carver on Jan 9, 2018 5:33:56 GMT
The doctors waited one week to call Trigger, Adalyn had been brought in hanging on to her life by a frayed piece of thread. Someone else's blood pumped through her body, too much of her own stained the floor of that cabin. She'd been put into a medically induced coma, though she heard the doctors in her sleep. They were sure she wasn't going to make it, that the baby inside her would parish just as she was about to. One thing people always did was underestimate Adalyn, she was fighter. A Mason was blossoming in her womb, a mixture of her and Trigger was growing within her. No way she was losing this fight, no way she was giving up. She wasn't doing that to her baby, or Trigger. That's when the doctors saw improvement, her heartbeat began to gain some strength. The breathing tube was soon removed, and she could hear the doctors talking about the miracle girl.
The thought of returning home, of being back with her family pulled Adalyn from the cold grip of death. Her children laughing and smiling kept her heart pumping, Trigger's arms around her as they laid in bed kept her lung filled with air. Love kept her alive.
She needed them, they were the only thing keeping her alive. The nightmares still plagued her medically induced sleep. James' unforgiving glare as he tried to kill his own sister. Her small body lying there on the floor, fighting and gasping for air, for life. Had that hiker not come by she'd be in the morgue. Though the pain and suffering her family must be feeling, she wished she'd just died. When Trigger finally showed up, and she saw the way her disappearance had worn him down she felt it even stronger. His hair was long, unkempt. He hadn't bothered shaving, she was sure he'd barely kept up on himself while she was gone. She felt the guilt wash through her, but even stronger than the guilt was hate. She hated James for what he'd done. He tried to kill her, his own sister.
They'd had their differences; the pair hadn't really been the best of friends since her return. James and Jewel had always felt some type of way about Adalyn, she could feel it in the air around them. Was the dislike they felt towards her enough to kill her? To rip her from her family? What could she have done to make him feel that way about her?
Trigger's angered growl rumbling through her, her gaze catching the slight shift in his eyes. This was side of him she hadn't seen in quite a while. "You- You can't kill him Trigger..." Her voice trailed off slightly, her tone weak and defeated. She knew exactly why he couldn't kill him, he'd never hurt her that way. More importantly he'd never hurt Jewel and Alina that way. Adalyn could see the way Trigger lit up when Alina ran to him, she saw the way Trigger tensed up whenever Jewel was around. After Tatum was born it went away mostly, Adalyn wasn't worried anymore. Jewel wasn't a threat, Trigger loved her and they had their beautiful family. A family that was almost taken from her.
"It is my fault-" Adalyn's confession was cut off by a large sob, her chest heaving slightly. Tears began to roll down her much thinner cheeks. "He hates me so much- my own brother hates me so much he wanted me dead. I-I don't know what I did, but I did something so bad to him that he wanted me dead." She sobbed, her free hand covering her mouth as she tried to keep her own sobs contained.
Trigger's broken tone shattering her heart with every word he said. How could they have told him she was dead? She hadn't actually died, yet. Adalyn sniffed back her own tears, fighting her sobs with every bit of her strength. He needed her right now, and as much as she wanted him to wrap his arms around her and tell her it'd be okay. He was the one in need right now, she could read it on his face as soon as he came in the door. Adalyn's small hands gently cradled his face, forcing him to look at her. Even though she could see the hurt in his eyes, and hers probably mirrored his. "You didn't lose me Trigs, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." She promised, the urgency in her voice was meant to be calming.
She was never leaving his side again, they weren't meant to be apart. All the bad things that happened to them happened while they were apart. Jayden, and Trigger's father pushing him to unbearable lengths. All while they were separated. Adalyn knew when they were married that they'd never had to be apart. They never were until she was taken, and they would never be apart again.
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