When Jorge uttered the words “I was calling some old buddies to look into things.” He knew just who those buddies were. The thought of Jorge and his gang members made him spiral into a memory he wished to forget.
20 YEARS AGO:
I’ve always wanted to be an actress and appear on the same silver screen I was glue to in my childhood. It wasn’t just wishful thinking either, I worked hard to try and make that dream a reality. I was ready to cut any corner that would lessen that hard work to jump start my career. When I was younger, I didn’t imagine doing anything like that, wanting to keep my integrity while succeeding, but … I’m already 20 and I started to panic wondering if I’ll ever get a chance withouth cutting corners. That’s why when my friend told me about a party and name dropped a few celebs I couldn’t say no to such an opportunity.
I wanted to get noticed by a celebrity in this party, but not in the way I was noticed.
I forgot a lot of the things that happened to me that night, and I’m glad I forgot it, because I don’t know if I could live with the memories and the emotions I went through. When it was over I just laid on the floor, crying, unable or unwilling to move I don’t know which. At one point I had to collect all my strenght to get up and from that moment I couldn’t stop moving. I was focused on getting home and going as far away from that place as possible. I didn’t notice my sour expression, tears streaming down my face nor the sound of people calling after me asking me where I was going or if I was okay. No, I blocked it all out and just kept moving, slowly but surely, in the general direction of my home.
I didn’t know what to do when I got home. I hoped I would feel better when I got home but I didn’t. I couldn’t forget it like I wished to, make it all dissapear no matter how much I wanted it.
For the first time in a while, I didn’t know what to do and I was completely lost. The last time I felt this way, my brother was home, but now he’s off to college and I shouldn’t bother him.
I had Rowan on speed dial so I pressed the number and to my surprise he picked up. And I couldn’t help breaking down over the phone. I regretted that phone call. I would regret it many times over, but the first time I regretted it was just after Rowan picked up. I just wanted to hear his voice, I didn’t want to let him know something happened.
It’s been only a few hours since Rowan recieved that phone call, but he was on his way to Aisling, speeding down the highway to get to her faster. The entire drive he’s been listening to no music because his thoughts recalling the phone call were too loud.
5 hours ago:
Rowan was sitting in his dorm room, thinking that him having to buy a book for a class and then never using it was the worst thing that night. Then his phone rang and he picked up his mobile. As he read his sisters’ name he smiled thinking that talking to her would make him feel a bit less homesick. Aisling was always the person that would brighten the room and make you feel better. Rowan picked the phone up with the brightes smile, just from the fact it was her on the phone.
When he said “Hello Aisling, I’m so glad to hear your voice.” he didn’t expect to hear crying on the other side. Aisling was always all smiles and even when there was a reason to cry, she would suck it up and try to make the situation better instead of crying over it. Emotionalyl she was really strong and resilient, and she would only cry at movies and certain songs. But the way she was crying now was at a level he never heard before. She was crying so hard she was barely able to talk to him.
Realizing that something horrible must’ve happened his heart sank thinking of what horrible thing would make her cry like that.
He didn’t say any words of comfort to her, because he felt the situation was too serious for his words of comfort to calm her down. Instead he said “Hold on, I’m coming.” And he packed everything he had in a rush, ready to drive for multiple nights if needed. He ignored Aisling’s last words that were “No, Rowan, don’t come.”
When he finally reached home, his parents were surprised he was there.
“Honey? What are you doing here?” His mother asked him.
“Where’s Aisling?”
“Oh she’s just up in her room. She locked herself in saying she was hangover and didn’t want to come downstairs for breakfast.” She started taking Rowan’s coat off, oblivious to the actual condition of her daughter. That’s because Aisling was never hungover before so she didn’t know how her daughter would react to a hangover. That’s why nothing about Aisling’s conduct rubbed her the wrong way up to this point.
“And where’s dad?” Asked Rowan.
“He’s at work, where else would he be? You know he works Saturdays.”
“Mom, something is wrong with Aisling, she isn’t hangover. She called me at 3 this morning, crying histerically.”
Naomh showed the first sign of concern in her face and her voice dropped into a worried tone “That doesn’t sound like her.”
“I know, that’s why I came. I’m going up there to make sure nothing is wrong.”
“Yes, you do that. I’ll be right behind you.”
The two of them walked upstairs to Aisling’s bedroom. First they knocked and Aisling said “I don’t need anything mom, I’m fine.” to which Rowan responded “It’s not mom, it’s me!” She started crying “I told you not to come!” to which he shouted “Aisling, you either unlock this door or I break it down! Either way I’m coming in.”
The sound of the door unlocking followed, but she didn’t open the door. Rowan opened it t ofind the room completely devoid of life. It was the same room with yellow walls and her drawings on the walls, but the curtains were drawn making the room dark and the yellow looked faded and sickly becuase of it. The room also always radiated and glowed more brightly because of Aisling’s radiating energy flowing through it, but now that she was just a lump under the covers, that glow was gone.
Naomh cried when she saw this, realizing now what Rowan realized hours ago when he got that phone call. Something was horribly wrong. Rowan didn’t cry although he felt like it, but his heart was breaking seeing his little sister hurt like this. He walked over to her bed slowly and gently lifted the covers to look at her face. Gone was the smile on the face and the bright red color on her cheeks. She looked pale, her make up was smeared, her eyes were red from shed tears and her mascara which ran down her face has dried on her face. This he couldn’t handle seeing and he teared up himself. “Aisling, take all the time in the world to tell me what happened, but know that I won’t be leaving withouth you getting better.” He sat next to her on the bed and she sat up to hug him. When she was a child and they went to the cinema every week she used to hug Rowan whenever something on the screen was either too sad or too scary for her to handle. She hasn’t hugged him for that reason in a while, so now that she hugged him in this situation, the memory of last night which she surpressed came back to her. Only she remebered it as if it happened to a character on the screen, because she couldn’t admit to herself such atrocities happened to her. Thinking of it as a movie plot she was finally able to tell Rowan what happened and she explained it to him in great detail. He listened to it all while her tears moistened his shirt, trying his best not to react to it, but his hands clutched her dress more and more as he got angrier and angrier with each description. It was the most horrowing thing he could imagine happen to his sister, and he never forgot the descriptions and how vividly she explained their appearances to him. He still recalls the descriptions of the celebrity and the gang that took his sister to another room at a party and sexually abused.
Rowan never forgot the amount of hurt he felt, let alone his sister felt when it happened. However, seeing the same worry he felt as he drove from his college home to Aisling in Jorge’s expressions, Rowan felt a tiny release of the pent up anger he’s had these 20 years. For years he couldn’t do anything to help him release his anger or help his sorrow, but this. It wasn’t enough thought. Rowan wanted Jorge to know who Rowan actually is. For years Rowan Foley let Jorge Lopez think that Rowan Huxley was dead. Thankfully Jorge never met Rowan Huxley because then he’d catch on earlier about Aisling and the revenge plan, but now, in this situation, Rowan has all the leverage. Especially since he’s about to tell Jorge that he’s the one who kidnapped Isabella.
@ChayChay05 - Jorge
also tbh I don’t remember what order to tag people so…
