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Post by Wyatt Parker on Jun 6, 2009 19:32:25 GMT 2
Word Count: 384
Status: Complete
Wyatt backed down a bit when he realized how Finn stared at him. It was an expression of fear and Wyatt had never seen this kind of trauma. The only kid in town that had ever seemed this afraid was after he'd fallen from his two story home. That was about as big as the trauma got in this town. It never went very far but all these city kids had problems by the dozen. It was new to Wyatt and it nearly scared him as well. Despite his maturity and masculinity, he couldn't escape the fear in Finn's eyes. It stung like arrows had passed right through him, hurting everything they could along the way. Wyatt had finished speaking at this point and what he got was what he deserved for having approached Finnegan in the way he had. He realized that he had been too aggressive in his approach. This was going to be harder than he had first estimated. He also realized that this was going to be a new experience for the both of them, and what with Finn being Wyatt's first TTI kid, it wasn't going to be easy. It was going to be damn hard. Harder than either of them would be particularly eager to overcome.
Finnegan was walking him by and as he reached the door, Wyatt turned but he did not intervene. He looked calmer now.
You haven't been here long enough to make sense of anythin'. So give it a chance.
He pointed out the window, aiming in the general direction of the horses.
Someone turned their backs on those horses. Don't go and turn your back on them too. This place is a second chance for all of you and you ain't gonna get anywhere if you don't give them the time of day.
Wyatt tried to get his point out across to the kid, but there is only so much that you can do before a person is on their own, at least until they opened up. He was going to have to think this over. Finn was troubled, traumatized and scared shitless. He needed to be treated like a normal kid. There were too many "if's" to count, but Wyatt was determined to help the teenager even through the trials and tribulations. |
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Post by Finn Keagan on Jun 6, 2009 22:41:31 GMT 2
What was the point to this place? How could horses actually help him when trained professionals could not? Finn's hesitation and disbelief in the program was apparent, but he was trying to be optimistic here. However, was it possible for a kid like him to be optimistic? It didn't seem like it, but he was trying his best. The young man sighed softly as he stayed in the bunk house, trying to figure all of this out. What in the world was he supposed to do? He was too afraid to get close to anyone, and his love for horses couldn't even push him to help those out in the pasture. They were part of his old life, and his old life was full of nothing but pain and sorrow. Even though horses had been his escape, they had been his escape from what he hated and feared the most. Rather, who he hated and feared the most. His father had chased him out of the house more times than the young boy could count, and it didn't matter what time of the year it was.
Finn remembered on particular bad night. It was in the dead of winter, and the freezing rain had been pouring from the sky all day. The roads were slippery and dangerous, and the weather outside was cold and bitter enough to give someone hypothermia. That was the first night Finn had been kicked out. His father had been angry about his job, and Finn had gotten the brunt of the man's fury. So after a few good hits and beatings, the man had had enough of his son. He made Finn get out, and the poor kid had to leave, without a jacket or anything to protect him from the elements. So, once he had shivered long enough out in the cold, Finn had made a decision. He couldn't get back inside, and he was going to get really sick if he remained where he was. So, he ran. He ran the mile to the stable in the freezing rain and icey conditions. He had made it with time to spare, and went to the nearest stall to share the warmth with one of the horses. He had gathered extra blankets to sleep with, and it had actually been quite comfortable. He took to that habit eventually, but was soon sleeping in the hayloft on his own accord. It was better that way, and he didn't have to worry about anyone attacking him during the night. Finn seemed lost in his memories, but as Wyatt started to speak to him as Finn passed him, it got the kid to stop. His hand was on the door handle, and he had every intention of getting out of there as soon as possible. But he wasn't going anywhere yet. He needed to hear this through.
Finn looked down to the ground as Wyatt spoke, and he tried to think through the man's words. Whether Finn liked it or not, the man knew what he was talking about, and Finn needed to listen. Wyatt deserved that much. It was true. He hadn't been here long enough. He had just gotten there two hours ago, maybe not even, and he was ready to pack up his one backpack full of his things. He needed to give this place a chance, and a chance that lasted longer than a week. That was how long the other places had lasted, but he hadn't been happy there. And those places hadn't been his last resort. He honestly didn't want to go to jail because his father might be there, but he was giving up. Finn finally responded, looking back at Wyatt with hopeless eyes. "I don't know how. What if I can't do anything here either? What if I'm bad at this too?" He questioned, trying to think this through. How would Wyatt possibly know the answer to this? Shaking his head, he listened to the rest of the words, and then responded carefully. "I want to help them, I do. But how can I when I can't even help myself? I don't want to admit it, but he made me doubt myself, and my abilities. I can't possibly succeed in this life if my own father didn't believe in me...if my own father didn't want me to." He finished quietly, and it was apparent that he was upset. He didn't cry, but he was having a hard time with the subject. He was getting closer and closer to telling what had really happened to him, but he wasn't ready yet. He couldn't do this now.
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Post by Wyatt Parker on Jun 6, 2009 23:46:56 GMT 2
Word Count: 270
Status: Complete
Finn had stopped but Wyatt was still holding his breath. He couldn't tell how the kid was going to react. More defiance? Well, it wouldn't be hard to keep track of him since they were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. It was a three hour drive to another town, god knows how long that was if you were walking. Somehow, he had to get the teen to stay and give this another chance. Then Finn was speaking and Wyatt was listening to every word, trying to gain a better understanding of the kid in order to try and help him.
This life, the one you can have right here, isn't linked to the one you had with your dad. That is how you can overcome everything that he made you doubt about yourself. He's in jail and you're here.
Wyatt spoke firmly but with a gentler tone. He noticed how Finn would flinch earlier, looking more reclusive but not of his own accord. He had had to be like that for survival, just to protect himself he had to be alone. At Silver Stag, or even just being in Westin, he had friendly faces galore and never a hand that would be raised to him in the wrong way again.
If you don't know how to do something, I'll teach it to you so that you can get it right. I'm here to help you, not make things worse. Hear me? I'm here to help you.
He repeated himself to get his point across, and he would repeat it again if Finnegan ever needed to hear it again. |
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