THE KILL */

[erica]

Cash knew Corey wasn't happy about him visiting, but he felt the need. It wasn't just that Cash felt bad for not being there for his brother in a time of need, but because he was actually sort of worried about Corey. Cash was no therapist but he knew that the way Corey chose to cope about his mother's death wasn't healthy. He was ignoring his feelings and even though Cash does the same thing, he still felt the need to attempt to help his brother out. So of course he flew over to Louisiana. Soon enough Cash was at Corey's hotel room, knocking a few times on the door.

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[vincent]

corey brought the whiskey filled shot glass up to his lips, downing without hesitation, the burning sensation not even bothering him anymore as he drunk his forth or fifth shot. this was a basic night for the guy, ever since his mom passed - he'd either go out with friends or stay inside and drink himself into a successful coma. what was it with people asking him if he was okay or bitching about his attitude lately? sure he was a bit snappy but when you were running on a few hours of sleep you'd be snappy as well. he'd successfully ran off all the good friends he had except one person and that one person was on their way over here right now. cash. corey wasn't gonna lie he was surprised that the guy even cared so much that he would fly here to see him. they weren't exactly always on the best of terms...most of the time they were in some argument. but they were both stubborn and egotistical people so it was expected. hearing the knocks, corey glared at the door for a moment before he sauntered over and opened it. "i told you not to come." he exclaimed simply, his body blocking cash from entering.

[erica]

Cash knew he hadn't been the best brother towards Corey and even though he generally wasn't a nice person in the first place, he figured he should at least try and be nice to the only family he had. Plus, if Corey decided to drink himself into an actual coma or to death, Cash wasn't sure what the hell he would do. He'd be alone, more so than he is now and that didn't sound pleasant. So here he was, attempting to get Corey to snap out of this great depression he's put himself into. Cash shrugged. Yeah well since when do I listen to you? he questioned, leaning in a bit and offering a couple sniffs of his nose. Step aside. How many shots have you had? he continued to question the other.

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[vincent]

corey honestly didn't want nor did he feel he needed help. he just wanted to be left alone so he could deal with his problems himself. "you don't listen to anyone obviously." he muttered as he continued to block cash from coming in. he leaned back a bit as cash leaned forward and sniffed the air - okay maybe he had more than five. "no and.." he paused, letting a deep exhale escape him as he tried to think about the true number of shots. "i've had quite a few...i'm still standing so.." he lifted his shoulders up and down lightly as he leaned against the door. "so i suggest you go back to new york or los angeles and leave me alone...so...bye." he exclaimed as he tried to close the door.

[erica]

Cash frowned as Corey continued to block the doorway. Cash didn't care what it took, he wasn't leaving Corey there to just drown himself in alcohol. He was sure Corey's behavior was effecting his performance at work. Something needed to be done. When Corey tried to close the door, Cash slipped his foot inside, keeping the door from shutting. I'm not going anywhere Corey. So either let me in or I'll have to use force, he warned. Cash had a feeling that this wasn't going to be easy. They were so obviously brothers because Corey was just as stubborn as Cash was.

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[vincent]

why the hell wasn't this door closing? this place was busted as fuck. his eyes shot downward to the problem..cash's foot. what the hell? "move your foot." he exclaimed quietly. he ran his right thumb over his left eyebrow as he exhaled in impatience and annoyance. let him in or he was gonna use force? what the fuck was going on, he went from having a great night to this. "use force, oh wow are you goin' for sainthood or some shit." if he had just let cash in this wouldn't be happening and he would be back to his drinking but the problem was - he didn't want him there. he wanted to be by himself, why couldn't the rest of the fucking let's help corey posse understand that. "so again, move your fucking foot." he glared over at cash. "please" his voice dripping in sarcasm.

[erica]

Cash wasn't going to budge. He didn't care if Corey wanted him there or not. The other was just being stubborn and Cash didn't expect anything less from him. He'd always been the type to want to do things on his own and in his own way. Help from others was rarely accepted, especially if the help was coming from Cash. No. he said plainly. Cash rolled his eyes at Corey's question. Shut the fuck up and open the door, he demanded, eyes narrowing in annoyance. Cash offered a frustrated sigh when Corey again told him to move his foot from blocking the door. Without a word Cash proceeded to draw back his fist and drive it towards Corey's gut in one swift motion.

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[vincent]

his face lost all it's emotions as cash continued to ignore corey's plea. fucking shit. "what the fuck cash...just leave it alone. i don't ask about your problems - stop asking about mine. he replied. all of this was getting nowhere and he was beginning to drift in and out. the room was already spinning before he opened the door and all this talking wasn't helping. maybe if he had been a bit more sober he would've seen the fist coming towards his stomach. he remembered standing there being able to breathe, to having the wind knocked out of him. his grip released on the door as he bent over, arms clutching himself as he groaned. "fucking dick." corey may have been pissed but he didn't want to fight with cash - not yet. "shit" he muttered. slamming the door shut before he wheeled around and punched a hole in the wall. "SHIT" he yelled, realizing what he did. he was not at home - he had to pay for this. "dammit cash, give me some space." corey then pushed pass the boy, making his way back over to his whiskey and somewhat comfy couch.

[erica]

Yeah so maybe I'm not the horrible brother here. You are, he said plainly. Nothing Corey said would keep Cash from persisting. That much was obvious after he'd punched his brother right in the gut. Cash sailed passed him as he clutched his stomach, ignoring the other's small hissy fit. After he seemed to be finished, Cash thought it best to point out the obvious. You're gonna have to pay for that, y'know, he muttered. He followed Corey, I have given you space. And look what's come of it, he said nodding his head at the whiskey. Cash held his hand out. You've had enough. Give it to me.

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[vincent]

"fuck you" he exclaimed dryly. corey had gave up along time ago with the being nice and respectful to his elders. he was lost cause. what kind of person hit someone when they weren't expecting it? that was a dick move and even though corey didn't hit him back right then - he would when he least expected it. shooting cash a dry look after his little smartass remark corey flipped him off before grasping the bottle tightly in his hand. "if other people, like honor, would've left me alone we wouldn't be in this situation." he stated in matter-of-fact tone. the boy couldn't help but scoff at cash's next remark and did an ass move and took a drink from it. he then proceeded to move away from him so he couldn't snatch it from him. "i want to drink, so let me drink in peace. you're in my room so just talk to me...not take shit from me."

[erica]

Corey's profanities were once again ignored. Cash would just give Corey the benefit of the doubt and assume that the reason he was being extra-asshole-like was because of his depression. Not that Cash ever took what Corey said to him personally before. What Cash did was a dick move, but he was a dick so...It should be expected. He would get his way no matter what he had to do. Oh shut up. Last time you told everyone to leave you alone, we did. And you got pissed, he replied. Cash narrowed his eyes at the other, quickly growing impatient with Corey. Fine. Whatever, he began, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. Quit being a little pussy hiding behind fucking alcohol. You say this is how you deal well, it shouldn't be. It's stupid and childish. Mom's dead. The only way you'll be able to deal with it is if you confront your emotions about it. So quit being a douche bag. Such hypocritical words. But they needed to be said.

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[vincent]

corey had somehow had it in his head that if he didn't think about it - then it wasn't true. that as long as he kept his mind clear from it that she would magically pop up from a long trip or something. stupid, yes but..it's the way he figured it. he plopped down on the arm of the sofa, hand tightly gripping the neck of the bottle. low lids closed over his ocean blues as he tried to tune out cash's voice - which wasn't working at all. then he heard it. mom's dead. no shit, but whether it was the alcohol or his mood effecting him..he didn't like the tone the brother used when he said it. corey went from somewhat calm to fucking good and pissed off. "STOP." he yelled and in a swift motion he threw the glass at the wall. before he realized what he was doing he walked over to cash, giving the boy a shove. "STOP it cash, don't do that...don't say that."

[erica]

Cash knew how close Corey had been with their mom. He didn't have that sort of relationship with anyone, so he couldn't really relate to what the other was feeling right now. Even more so, it was weird that Cash hadn't felt anything when he heard about her death. There was no sadness, nothing. It was like telling him billy joe from down the street just passed away. Cash hadn't know his mom for that long and even though she was his mother and as bad as it was to say, he felt nothing after her death. When the bottle went crashing against the wall, his hands dropped to his sides, preparing to be struck. When he only suffered a shove he stumbled backwards a bit, but quickly regained his balance. I have to say it. Because I don't think you believe it yet. She's gone and she's not coming back, Corey, he informed him.

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[vincent]

yes corey and his mother didn't have the relationship when he was younger. there were definitely times when he wished that she dropped off the face of the earth but as he got older - they became closer. now he wished that ever ill word that he had ever said about her, that he could take it back. he squeezed his eyes shut as he placed his hands over his ears to try and drown out cash's voice. why would anyone want to put him through this torture? if and when he wanted to deal with it then he would have. she had been dead for a few months now and though he was going pretty slow through the grieving department...he was getting there. today was not the fucking day. "shut. up." he muttered quietly as he opened his eyes and dropped his hands. "stop saying that." he warned.