walks_two_paths | Room 217, Sunday Afternoon

This was one of those days that was just exceedingly hard on Savannah. It never got easier and it never ceased to make her curl up and cry by the time night fell.

That would be why she had thrown herself into cleaning the room and it really was the cleanest that the dorm room had probably ever been. The floors and surfaces actually shined after she was done with them.

She made the calls to Lucas, Benecio, Clay and Jeremy to wish them all a happy Father's Day, and then...

...and then she settled on the ledge by the window with her sketch pad.

This day always caused her to be in a state of depression and she was trying to combat that with her art work.

[[OOC: Open for visits, phone calls and obviously the boyfriend. SP as I am also cleaning.]]

Current Mood: depressed

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Johnny watched her, never saying much while she seemed to attack the room with every cleaning supply under the sun. He assumed he knew why, but didn't want to bother her. There was no way he wanted to make her feel more depressed and anything he could possibly say, just might do that. Hell, just looking at him might do it for her. He was leaving in a week. This wasn't easy.

He was sitting on the bed with a sports magazine he wasn't reading; his eyes were on her and they would remain there until she felt like talking to him.

[So sorry hon for the late ping. Father's Day ate my entire day.]

Savannah seemed to be lost in her own world as she worked in her sketch book. She knew that Johnny was there, and was grateful to have him there with her for today. It was a topic that she didn't like talking about and try as she might, she couldn't get it to go to the back of her mind where it always was.

Finally, after filling almost all of her sketchbook with various images, she felt it come on harder than ever. The pencil and book slipped from her fingers onto the floor and bent her face over her knees as the tears started.

"I'm sorry, Kristof." Her voice was barely a whisper, but Johnny probably had no trouble hearing her.

[[No worries, love. Was cleaning and then in bed with pain.]]

He didn't, no. He frowned at what she said and he slipped off the bed and was at her side in a heartbeat. "Sweetheart," he spoke gently, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, trying to draw her in against him.

He had no problem drawing her in and she leaned against him, while the tears were moving down her cheeks. It was no big secret that Savannah had a hard time with this day, but Johnny was one of the few that had any idea why.

Johnny was always unsure of himself when she was so upset. He simply held her, hating the tears, and wishing he could do something to make the hurt go away.

"Tell me what to do," he whispered against her hair.

She turned, wrapping her arms around him. "Just hold me, please? This day... it hurts more and more sometimes."

He held her as close as he could without hurting her. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. If I could change things... make them better, you know I would."

"I know you would, sweetheart. I have no doubts on that."

{{And now to sleep as I have work in the morning. Sorry. :/}}

Edited Date: 2009-06-22 02:31 am (UTC)

"Do you... want to talk about it?" he asked, bending his knees to take her up into his arms. Carrying her over to the bed, Johnny sat down with her, keeping her on his lap.

[Night sweetie! *hugs* Feel better!]

Savannah was silent on his lap for a few moments. "I never got to know him very well before... before everything that happened. The last time I spoke with him, I had been angry and hurt about the ritual his two witches did to open me up to my powers that came from his side of me. I was angry because he didn't ask me if I even wanted that, he just let them kill that guy to do the ritual." She sniffled.

It was pretty screwed up from Johnny's perspective but he just held her, kissing her. "Of course you'd been angry, sweetheart. You had every right to be."

[Yesterday was hell. I'm sorry for not being on at all.]

"I was so upset and scared after that. It didn't matter how powerful they said it was going to make me, I was a scared little kid who just wanted her Dad to like her and want her. I wanted him to treat me as his daughter and not a witch. I know that it probably would have happened if we had more time but..." She shook her head. "All I had was Paige and when it looked like he had let her be taken from me..."

[[Is fine. Are you okay?]]

All of this only made Johnny not want to leave her and his hold tightened, the muscle in his jaw tightening as he thought of her childhood. Damn this day for being what it was for those that had a shit father, or not one at all.

[Kind of sort of. ;) Getting better.]

"I didn't mean to kill him," she whispered, shuddering slightly. "I didn't know that the powers I had was that strong. I just wanted my mom back because she had never lied to me or abandoned me. When he tried to stop me, I didn't recognize him. And I hate this day because I know it's my fault he's gone but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt." She swallowed. "Paige said that he probably was trying to protect me when he saw all of the demons coming up and converging where I was was casting...did I mention how much I hate this day?"

[[Do you need me to do anything, sweetie? *hugs*]]

"Shh, no Savannah, it's not your fault. You didn't know and you didn't recognize him. You can't hold guilt over that, you know?" He took her face between his hands and looked at her. "Baby, listen, you can't let this eat at you every year, on this day. I know it hurts but you gotta let it go, Savannah. Nothing is going to change by you feeling guilty. It wasn't your fault. If he had done his part when you were younger," he shrugged, "things might've been different. Don't do this to yourself."

[Nah, but thank you. Just some crappy home stuff. *hugs* Things are working out.]

She decided it was probably wise not to tell Johnny that the reason Kristof wasn't there when she was younger was because Eve had hidden her existence from him.

She nodded slightly. "I know," she whispered. "I keep trying but sometimes... it hurts." She swallowed.

[[*hugs again*]]

Johnny might like to know that, for the obvious reason first. Eve he would want to question so yeah, might be best he didn't know.

He thought changing the subject here would be best. At least for the moment.

"I talked with K-Mart the other evening," he began. "I think it would be a good idea if she moved in here with you, Savannah, after I leave."

Save that knowledge for a much later date.

Savannah blinked at him. "Wh-what?"

"I was thinking it was a good idea," he said.

She looked confused. "Why?"

Johnny thought it ovbious. "So you won't be alone, babe."

Having K-Mart move in with her would definitely make sure she wasn't sequestering herself away in the room all year and not going and doing anything.

"I hadn't thought about living with someone else," she admitted softly.

He leaned in, brushed her cheek with his lips. "Please? Do it for me, sweetheart."

That was so not fair. He knew that if he said it like that she couldn't refuse him.

She nodded slightly. "Okay."

Yes, he did.

"Thank you," he said, smiling softly and leaning in to kiss her lips. "I can't leave knowing you're in this room alone. I know you, Savannah... you'll never leave it."

"I'd leave the room," she argued softly, leaning into him.

She'd have classes and cheerleading, after all.

"Uh-huh, I know. For classes and cheerleading..."

"That is getting out," she said lamely.

"Savannah, you know what I mean."

She did.

"I'll ride my bike sometimes, too."

If she could keep Sean from flailing about her being on it without Johnny around.

"What does K-Mart think about it?"

"You'll ride it with your helmet and take all safety precautions, right?"

And do not at all follow his example.

"She thinks it's a great idea, babe. She's the one that came to me about it."