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[Skyla June Ryker]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Why did everything have to turn out this way? Why was everything so wrong? So twisted? So miserable? Why couldn't Skyla just get away from all of this pain and suffering? Sure, maybe Skyla had finally gotten out of that house, away from her father. But at what cost? What cost? She was, at the same time, also separated from her brother and sisters. And that was not something that she had ever wanted. Suddenly the young 9-year-old girl felt more alone in this cold and scary world than she had ever felt before. It was just not fair. Skyla did not want this. She would rather have her old life back. Be in that house, that basement, then to never see her family again. And she was so terrified that that would be exactly what would happen. Skyla was scared that she would never again see her siblings. How could they just split the family up like that? Couldn't they have had found a place that would take them all in? Did they even try? Or did they just not want to even bother trying to find one?

Two days. It had been two days since she had been taken away from her home. Thrown into a new home. One that was so unfamiliar. So scary. She was only 9 years old and she felt completely alone. You could not just do that to a young girl of her age. Take her away from everything that she knew. Put her into a place where everything felt so scary and alone. She could not stay there. All Skyla wanted was to find out where her brother and sisters were sent to stay indefinitely.

It had been hours since school had let out for the day. Skyla should have been at her “new” home. But that was not her home. Never would be her home. She did not want to go back. So after school, Skyla had made her way back to her home. The place, the one place, that would always be home. Where she lived with her daddy and with her siblings. Walking up the front porch, she found the door to actually be unlocked. Maybe the people that took them away from their home had been in to big of a hurry to lock the door behind them.

Skyla had called out for her daddy, for her siblings. She knew that her brother and sister would not even be there. But for some crazy reason, she really did hope, pray, that her daddy was still in that house. The car had still been in the driveway. But there was nobody in the house. It was completely empty and the young child could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. All she wanted was her family back. Was that too much to ask for? Running out of the house, the sun had already fallen and the moon was up. Skyla did not want to go back, go back to that strange house, full of people that she did not know. So she ran. Ran and ran until she felt completely out of breathe and had no idea of where she was anymore. She looked around and ducked into the nearby alley, crouching next to a dumpster. She was cold and scared and completely alone. She did not want anyone to see her, to hurt her. So she stayed hidden.

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W O R D S • 572
T A G G E D • open
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • these are notes. aren't they pretty?

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"You owe us money, Elliot."

Scoffing, the twenty-five year old folded his arms. "I don't when you cheat like that. That 8-ball would have gone in if your stick hadn't 'accidentally' stopped it." He wasn't about to give up thirteen hundred dollars when he didn't even lose fairly. No, Wild horses couldn't drag it out of him. Besides, it wasn't like it was just extra cash he could be gambling. This was their rent money. And if Sebastian knew what he had been doing today instead of working, he wouldn't have been happy. But, Elliot wasn't planning on losing. That was the way he reasoned it when he went into the pool hall. It had been raining all day, and construction wasn't easy to build in the rain. So, the contractors that were working to build the set of apartments took a break. Most of them mentioned going home, but what was waiting at home? It was empty. Sebastian was at school.

He had been there since about two in the afternoon, and he had been winning money, then losing it right back. By this time, he was back to what he had come in to begin with--thirteen hundred dollars. The money that would keep them from being evicted. And instead of giving it to the landlord, he was gambling it. And he wasn't about to hand it over to some cheating bastard. After making this clear, though, he suddenly had a pool stick jabbing in his stomach. It knocked the wind out of him, sure, but he wasn't going to just lie down and take it. So, refusing to hold onto his stomach, Elliot grabbed hold of the 8-ball in question and used it to deal a blow across the man's face. Oh, he could see the bruises and blood that resulted, and giving the man a smug grin, he did it again, knocking him off of his feet. It was then that he made use of the steel-toed boots he was wearing. By the time he had kicked the man several times, though, he heard the owner call out.

"I'm calling the police!"

Great. Just what he needed. Cops. Elliot suddenly remembered the promise he had made to Sebastian--the promise to stay out of jail. That had lasted what--a week and a half? Well, it was a record. And anyway, it was out of necessity that he did this. He had to protect what was theirs. Though, considering he had been gambling what was theirs, he knew that his husband might not feel the same way. Still, he knew he would be an idiot if he were to stand around and wait for them to show up. So, he grabbed the cash that had been set aside for the game and left, going out the back door.


One hand cradled his stomach as he went out into the alley. He leaned against the building for a moment, before he heard a growl. He looked up, seeing some stray dog growling at who knows what next to a dumpster. It was odd. And as he went closer to the dumpster, he thought he heard someone breathing. Now, that was enough for him to pick up a can and throw it against the dumpster. "Get outta here!" He screamed, scaring the dog away. He wasn't about to let someone get bitten by a wild animal. With the dog gone, though, he bent down to see who it was. And that was when he saw her.

The first glance he took, he saw a lock of blond hair. Looking around, he wondered where the kid had come from, and why she wasn't with her family. "Hey," he spoke, but not roughly. It was more the way he spoke to his sister when she was crying. "That mutt didn't hurt you, did he?" he wanted to be sure. Because if he had, then Elliot would have to take her to the hospital to be checked out. He didn't have much of a choice. Even if she wasn't hurt, though, then what? Elliot had never been around kids before. Not since he was one. He didn't even talk about them with his husand. So, what was he supposed to do with her? He supposed he'd have to cross that bridge when he came to it.

[Skyla June Ryker]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Dogs. Animals. Skyla was terrified of them. Ever since she was very young. About three years old. Skyla had gotten lost. She wondering out of her backyard when the child had been chasing a butterfly, trying to catch it. She had thought the colors on it were just so beautiful. The colors just intrigued her. She could not help but follow. She had made her way into the woods near home. Before she had finally lost where the butterfly had gotten lost from the child's sight. Which made her sad. She really liked that butterfly. She walked further and further into the woods and was not so sure where she was at. When she walked a little further, she saw these two big dogs. She smiled, stepping closer. “Puppy!” she had squealed, reaching out, wanting to pet it. She had loved puppies. She always wanted one. But they weren't very nice dogs, it had turned out. They attacked the child. Hurt her pretty severly. She could have very well died if two men had not been in the woods near by. They were able to get them away and then shot and killed them. They rushed the child to the emergency room and she had spent the next several weeks there. But that was when it had all started. When her fear of animals had begun. At the age of three.

So when the dog came up to her in the alley, growling at her, fear had been sent up her spine. Her whole body began to trembling and tears were falling down her face. She could hear herself whimpering and breathing heavily. She shook her head as the dog got closer, his teeth showing. She was afraid that he was going to bite her. The dog almost did, in fact, until the dog suddenly got sppoked and ran off. A man. A man had scared the animal off.She hugged her legs tightly to her chest and closed her eyes, not even looking at the guy. She could not help but feel scared. “N-no. I'm-I'm okay.”

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
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W O R D S • 348
T A G G E D • Elliot
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • these are notes. aren't they pretty?

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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
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Elliot wasn't a kid person. At least, he wasn't used to them. He hadn't been home since Krissy was four. Elsie had Bri, but it wasn't exactly like he was her babysitter. His sister didn't really trust him. Not that many people would. Elliot wasn't exactly easy to get along with. And as many times as he had been in and out of jail, he didn't blame her for not finding him real fit. But because of it, he was stuck not really knowing how to handle this. If Sebastian was here, he would have taken over, he was sure. Hell, Michelle would have taken over, and she didn't even want kids. But, nobody was there to hold his hand on this one. He was on his own.

Sighing, he looked around. Where were her parents? Shouldn't someone be with her? Elliot knew enough to know that a kid that small shouldn't be alone out here. Anything could happen. ''Are you lost, kid? Where's your mom? Your dad?''

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STATUS: Here
TAGGED: Skyla
WORDS: 168
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Here
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0

[Skyla June Ryker]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Where was her daddy? Didn't he love her anymore? Skyla was not sure what was even happening. It did not make any sense. Skyla just wanted her daddy. She needed her daddy. Something was wrong. Something HAD to be wrong. She must have done something wrong for her father to hate her, for her father to leave her like that. Was it because she was a bad girl? Was it because she had tried to run away from her daddy? Maybe she was the one that made her daddy so mad, that made him abandon her. Or what if it was something else? What if it was something that she had never intended on doing? Skyla wanted so badly to find her daddy. She wanted to beg him for his forgiveness, beg him to punish her. She deserved it. Skyla did not get just how wrong everything in the relationship was wrong. She did not want to be in that new house, with people that she had never seen before. She wanted her daddy. She wanted her siblings. And in a way, she hated her siblings for just leaving. She did not understand that they had no choice. She wanted to find anyone in her family. Her daddy, Christina, Jordan, Zoey... She needed something, something familiar, something that she knew. But most of all, she needed to be punished.

Skyla hugged her knees tighter, resting her head on her knees, her eyes closed. She instinctively backed away from the older man. “No mommy. Mommy went to Heaven. Daddy don't love me. Daddy left. Staying with new people. Don't wanna.” The girl then looked up at the man, whimpering. “Please...please help me find my daddy. Need my daddy. Nice lady said daddy had to go to jail. Don't know what that is. Take me there? Wanna see daddy. Wanna make sure I'm still his little Princess. Wanna make sure he didn't leave cause of me.”

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
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W O R D S • 326
T A G G E D • Elliot
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • these are notes. aren't they pretty?

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"Cool." Cool? The kid's mom was dead, and his answer was cool. He was almost sure that wasn't quite the answer he was supposed to give. But he wasn't going to dwell. Dwelling did no good. What else had she said? She wanted to go to jail? With a chuckle, he said "kid, believe me. You don't want to go to jail." Why would she want that? He hadn't been paying attention to anything else that she had said. All he heard was that her mom was dead and that she wanted to go to jail.

Though, perhaps he should explain why. After all, if she wanted to go to jail, then there was no way she knew what it was. What kid wanted to get arrested? Scratching his head, he racked his brain for an explanation. "Jail is..uhm..jail is a bad place. Where people go...when they do...bad things. Well, sometimes they don't really do anything bad. People just take things way out of context." Because, that was what always happened to him. And that was a pretty good definition for it, right? "Is there anywhere else you wanna go? We can go get candy. Or we can go look at the pretty puppies at the pet stores." Why was he even offering to take her anywhere? She wasn't his responsibility.

[Skyla June Ryker]

Skyla tilted her head to one side. She did not understand. Anything. She was only ten years old. She missed a lot of school this past year. Compliments of her father. All her father's fault that she had missed a lot of school. “No! Puppies bad!” She did not like animals. All she wanted was her daddy. That was it. Nothing more. Why couldn't the adult understand? Her daddy did nothing wrong. Why was he in jail if it was for people who did bad things? She never understood that what her daddy did to her had been very very wrong. “I want my daddy. He not bad. Tell them. Want my daddy. Take me to the jail. My daddy there.” she whimpered out, grabbing the adults hand.

She wanted him to punish her. Here she had once again run away. Not from him this time. But she was still being a very bad girl. “Want punishment. Very bad. Find my daddy!” she cried out, tugging on him to pull him along. “Come on!” she cried out. “Before those people find me. They not m family. Don't wanna go with them.”