Oh Darling, What have I done? (Closed)

(OOC: Very important storyline thread for Austin)



The sound of his cellphone going off had startled Austin awake. Sleepy eyes gazed toward the digital clock on the other side of the room. Swearing under his breath, he couldn't understand who would be calling him at 12:30 at night. Half awake, the boy would stretch across his nightstand and grab the phone. The number was unknown. Swearing again, he would answer.

"Who the hell is this?"

"A-Austin? I know you probably won't recognize my voice.. It's your mother.."

Austin was stunned. He had no idea what to think. Something deep down told the kid this woman wasn't lying. Those hazel eyes stared blankly into the corner of his room. Austin found himself to be completely wide awake now. However he still couldn't get any words out.



"Austin? Are you still there?"

"...I'm here. Wh-.. Why now? ...Twelve years later!?"

"I'm sorry.. I've been trying for the last few years.. I tracked you down to the big apple here. I was trying to reach your fath-"

"He's dead."

"Oh my god.. I had no idea. I never heard.. How long?"

"A few years back.. Listen, I don't want to do this over the phone. Can we meet somewhere?"

"Of course. I'll text you the hotel address. See you soon?"

"...Yeah."



Folding his phone shut, he placed it on the stand and laid back in his bed. He kept.telling himself over and over that he was dreaming, that he had not just spoken to his mother. It was all just a dream. But then Austin heard the cellphone vibrate. His hands would slide up onto his face, that mind of his racing in all different directions. Those hands of his would start to shake, before he slid them higher into his hair.

The outlaw child couldn't keep his thoughts together. Everything crashed together, and his emotions were going haywire. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. He would push himself up onto his feet, moving toward his dresser and began to get dressed. It wouldn't take long. A pair of black pants, black and grey plaid button up, finishing up by donning the Apex Warrior cut.

Moving toward his closet next, he would open it and slide the clothes on the rack, revealing a black safe. Entering the combo, Austin pulled the safe open to reveal a small stockpile of guns and ammo. He would grasp for a black handgun, a 9mm sig p225. Tucking the pistol into his belt behind his back, his other hand you reach for a pair of black gloves.



Having exited his apartment building, the young man took to his motorcycle, which had just recently been repaired. The engine would roar to life, and Austin took off like rolling thunder. The pace was slow because the road was where he could think straight. The vibrations filled his body as he let his mind go to work.

Hearing his mothers voice had brought back so many memories. He had been so young when she left, he barely remembered her face. Austin was reliving all the pain he had dealt with his whole life. He had honestly hoped she had been dead already for abandoning him the way she had. But she was still his mother.



As soon as he pulled into parking lot, the engine was cut and Austin would roll the bike into a spot. Instantly he had become anxious. He had no idea what was going to happen. He knew this would be a very tense encounter. So much bottled up feelings were likely to come out. Taking a deep breath and tossing aside the last of his cigarette, Austin would make for the entrance.

When he approached her room door, he would knock lightly. It would take a few seconds, but he would hear the door unlock and open. Those hazel eyes stared toward the middle aged woman before him. Blurry memories surfaced and he could see the resemblance. He tried to open his mouth, but nothing came out. She would move aside and invite him in. Moving slowly through the archway, he would glance about the crummy hotel room. That had always been a habit of his.



He slowly moved toward the other side of the room, before turning to face the women whom he had not seen since he was a child. There was so much he wanted to ask, but he didn't even know where to start.

"..Why?"

"I'm so sorry, Austin. I had to leave! I was unfit to be a mother. I was so afraid that I would fail. I was a junkie, sweetheart. I couldn't raise you.. I couldn't even take care of myself!"

"..So you.. Just left me?"

"I didn't know what else to do! I had to get away from everything.. I needed to get clean for you."

"AND I NEEDED A FUCKING MOTHER! I WAS FOUR FUCKING YEARS OLD!"

His sudden fit of rage had taken Austin himself by surprise. And his reaction had caused his mother to begin crying. Austin's hands lifted toward his forehead again as he fell backwards, landing upon the couch. Closing his eyes, tears would begin to flow from the corners.