Post by andrea on Jul 27, 2006 17:48:32 GMT -5
Nothing had been the same since the others came back. Robin knew it wouldn't be. She had tried to mentally prepare herself. But she wasn't ready for the extremes to which things had changed. She watched Ren and Danielle becomming closer and watched herself drift away. Kano was gone now, but it didn't matter if he was here or there. He was different, he wasn't the Kano she had feelings for anymore. That person was never coming back. And now she watched Brandon working and training so hard. Everything around her seemed to change and she felt stuck in the same place.
She turned her attentions other places in an attempt to cope. She'd started drinking and smoking alone, which she had never done before. The nicotine and the alcohol weren't the cravings that drove her actions. It was to fill a void and remind her of good things. She would usually drink and smoke with Kano, Ren, and/or Brandon. Those things seemed to be taken away from her and this was her way of holding on. She had also turned to a new friend, Antonio Capriello. She found they had a lot in common, the biggest being their dislike for the annoyingly "rebelious" students at the school who acted like they had something to prove. It felt good to have somebody to talk to who seemed to be on her level and at the same time from a completely different world.
Sometimes she'd visit Mark Skroce in his office. Things had been awkward after the dance but she couldn't stay away. She felt there was something missing in her life, a father figure. It was something he fulfilled for her on some level. But at the same time her feelings were confusing. She didn't quite look at him as a father or as a friend. He was what he was, there was no name for it. She admired him and looked forward to her time with it, unaware of how hard it must be on him.
In her spare time she bad been throwing herself into cracking her mother's laptop. She was done with class for the day and knew Charlotte wouldn't be back in the room. So she sat on the bed and opened up the laptop, clicking a few things and typing away. She squinted at the screen, finding something she could get into it. A few codes and clicks later she accessed a file of unnamed pictures. She opened them all at once, one popping onto the screen after another. She was startled and her eyes widened at the content of the pictures.
One after one images of her mother with a man popped onto the screen. They seemed to be images neither knew were being taken. Pictures in bed together. She looked at the man and immediately ruled out the man being Mark. She had a picture of her mother and Mark when they were younger and knew what he looked like. She found a picture with the man's face and pulled it up fullscreen. She recognized him now. It was Brock Morris.
She heard something outside her door and quickly turned off the laptop. Clicking it shut she shoved the laptop under her bed and stood. She went to the door and opened it up, looking down the hall to see Mark. He smiled and nodded to her and continued to pass through. She swallowed and closed the door again, then leaned back against it and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.