Dysfunctional ~ Jared

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He answered his eyes still fixed on the TV as he munched on the chip.
“Can I speak to Peter. L. K. Wentz please?” Deryck frowned. No one ever used his dad’s full name, he had never heard it used in the house before.
“Who’s calling?”
“I’m Mr Arnold from Jules and Son Divorce Lawyers can you please ask him to call me back as soon as possible.”[/i]

Deryck froze. Divorce lawyers what he hell?

“Sure.” He snapped ending the call and looking at the phone. He got up almost in autopilot and started walking down the hallway to his father’s home office. His eyes narrowed when he heard talking inside. He was home, he was in the house. Deryck was going to fucking kill him. Why had he not told him? Why was this happening now? He threw the door open and just looked at his father incredulously.

”You fucking cunt you fucking dick you fucking asshole fucking divorce, you two are getting a fucking divorce?!” He yelled loudly, Pete excused himself from the phone call very quickly and looked at his son.
“So you now you care about me and your mom then?” He asked slightly confused. Deryck took a deep breath and just looked at him his jaw open.
“You fucking waste of space!” Deryck yelled loudly and angrily throwing the phone at his fathers head. “You fucking cunt! You fucking asshole fucking fucker!” There wasn’t much else he could think of saying but when it hit him it was coming out in barrel loads. ”You fucking asshole! You were never really together were you, you just got married and shacked up and fucked popped out a fucking kid and went ‘we might as well have another one while were at it!’” He was livid, more than livid, more than he could express. “It’s all been a lie, its all been a fucking lie! You never cared about mom and you never cared about me you self-centred selfish cunt!”

“So sixteen years you start caring?”[/i] Truthfully Deryck wasn’t listing to him, he just picked up the glass vase, it didn’t really belong in an office but his mother had pit it there to lighten the mood a bit – if that was possible.
“I always cared you arrogant bastard! You never gave a fuck! You never cared just trying to hold together a marriage for you fucked up boozy son! Well look at the fucking mess it is now, can’t even fucking raise a kid without screwing that fucking up!” He didn’t know why half this stuff was coming out his mouth, it was things he had always wanted to tell his father but had never had the guts, usually their arguments consisted of throwing things and telling each other to shut up and listen. ”It’s all been one big fucking lie like everything else! Every memory every fun time we ever had as a family like that holiday in Spain was all fucking lies!”
“The fun times? Like when you come home wasted.”
“THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME ANYMORE! It’s about how you keep shit from me. How I found out from you divorce lawyer, you don’t even have the guts to tell me that you’re splitting up! So it’s like everything fucking else isn’t it. You’ve always walked away from shit haven’t you, you hardly ever commit and you usually fuck that up! Why don’t you go take a hand full of pills like you usually do to solve a problem because it usually works doing it! Just remember to take enough and leave some behind for me!” He was done yelling now; he just stormed off, punching the glass in the office door, shattering it on to the floor and leaving red droplets on the cream carpet as he stormed off. The front door was slammed shut so violently a picture fell off the wall on the top hallway landing and the frame broke letting more glass spill out.

He didn’t know where he was going now, nor did he really care, he just let his feet carry him. Then it hit him. Jared knew! The bastard knew! This was what he was hiding from him. Deryck found himself outside the apartment building, he wasn’t sure how he got her, and he was too busy stewing over what had just happened to figure it out. Now he was climbing the stairs, he was walking the hallway, he was opening the door and he just looked at his brother.
“You fucking knew!”
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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said, seeing as George and Kyan were in the other room. He picked up the phone and sat down on the couch, "yeah, Jared here," Jared said, putting his feet up. He was very surprised to hear Pete on the other end... a very distraught sounding Pete.
"Pete, slow down," Jared said, frowning at the voice on the other end of the phone. This was not good... no phone call like this was ever good. His father's voice sounded so close to breaking, like he was going to cry on the phone at any second.
"The lawyer called and Deryck found out... he..." Jared frowned as his dad took a deep breath, and then re-accounted to him what had happened the argument. Jared held the phone loosely in his hand, brushing his hair back and listening to what his dad had to say. Jared's heart leapt when Pete got to the bit about Deryck telling him to go kill himself, and he felt like slamming the phone down and pretending the phone had never rang. It took Jared a few seconds to realize that George and Kyan were now standing in the hallway, listening worriedly.
"Dad..." Jared said, calling Pete 'dad' for the first time in about twelve or thirteen years. Jared swallowed, and then looked around when he heard the door slam down below. "I think Deryck's here," Jared told Pete. "I'll call you back, don't move," Jared said, putting the phone down. He put his face in his hands as George and Kyan disappeared back to their rooms. Jared didn't even look up when Deryck entered, and he just sat on the couch, face in his hand.
"Yes, I knew," Jared said coolly. "I knew but I didn't tell you because it wasn't my place to do so," Jared said, brushing his hair back and looking up at Deryck.
'Hit me, go on... Hit me... See what it does... You can't hurt me anymore than you already have over the past few years, Deryck. Seeing you destroy your life is a thousand times worse than feeling the pain of being hit by you, more even... Just hit me and get it over with,' Jared thought to himself.
"I knew since I was fucking two years old, basically... I knew when Ashlee was pregnant with you," Jared said. "You can't stand there and pretend Ashlee and Pete were happy together all these years... You knew this was coming, you saw it coming," Jared said. "So, whatever," Jared said, brushing his hair back from his face again and sighing. "Whatever, Deryck, I'm done," he muttered.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] Deryck yelled completely losing his temper, in one swift movement he grabbed his brother and slammed him down to the ground, he could be surprisingly strong for a sixteen year old – especially when he lost his tempter like this, which luckily was very, very rare. ”You knew and you didn’t tell me!” He was unusually close to tears as he yelled at his older brother with sheer anger in his voice. Deryck couldn’t understand what he was doing, he raised his fist and felt it come in contact with his brother but he didn’t finch or show any signs of remorse or girls. “So I was the last to know, I had to find out from the fucking lawyer instead of my own family!”

That was what he was most angry about, truthfully hearing about his parents split was killing him inside, it felt as if someone had squeezed his heart so tightly it jumped out his mouth. “You knew the whole time and you didn’t tell me you fucking dick!” He yelled letting go of his brother and moving back till his back hit the edge of the couch, still he looked at his brother with a mixture of anger, upset, pain and fear. Everything was going to change now…everything was falling apart and everything was going to crash to the ground and shatter. What would happen? Would mom move back to LA…would dad leave? Sure he was an asshole to his parents and he sometimes thought he hated them…but really, he loved his father and his mother, they were his parents…they were the ones who brought him in to this world, the people who had looked after him and as much as they fought if something serious happened he knew his father would be there to save his ass.

He just sat there and looked at his brother. “You knew…all this time…that everything…all of it…was a lie… a cheep façade…that it was all wrong.” Just like his band was wrong, that the success was wrong because no matter how much it had really been the result of their hard world, Deryck felt – and always would – that it was only because of his father. He would always be ‘that bassists kid.’ He swallowed hard, close to tears, close to breaking down. He had no idea what the hell do to.
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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said, still sounding collected and cool. "Boo fucking hoo, Deryck... this happens all the time, and it could have been a lot worse," Jared said. "It's so much easier for you to pretend that your life will fall apart because of this, and that nothing will ever be the same," Jared said. "In my head, they split seventeen years ago... before you were born... before you came and stole everything. They doted upon you, Deryck, they loved you more than they loved me, and I didn't have a problem with that at all... It's a shame that it was totally useless, wasn't it?" Jared asked. "Now, you can shout at me, you can hit, whatever, I'm not going to raise my voice, and I won't hit you back, and you know that, Deryck. You're wasting your time here, like I've wasted my time attempting to save you from yourself... Just... just either sit down and shut up or get the fuck out of my apartment," Jared said. "I'm done with it all, I'm done with you stumbling in here because Pete and Ashlee have thrown you out - yes, I will be here for you, Deryck, but don't expect me to sympathise with you when it happens," Jared said. He sat down on the couch again and crossed his arms. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said after a long bout of awkward silence. "I'm not angry... and Ashlee and Pete aren't angry..." Jared told him. "I'm just tying to say you're making problems for yourself by doing the shit that you do," Jared told him. "By snorting that cocaine or smoking that pot or drinking that bottle down... you're putting another layer onto your problems rather than solving it at all," Jared told him, gently. He hated seeing his little brother like this... frightened and scared and alone. Deryck wasn't alone, he was far from it, but he seemed to be in the mindset that he was. Jared looked at the phone again, and hoped that Pete was doing okay where ever he was right now. Jared suddenly felt very grown up, very mature, as if he was the dad now and Deryck and Pete were his children and he was trying to explain the divorce to them both and make them feel okay about it all. Jared didn't know how this had happened... he was the boy that didn't feel okay in his own skin, and yet here he was, trying to hold the last shreds of his family together before he lost them all completely.

"You're not alone, Deryck... I know it doesn't seem like it, but they're my parent's too," Jared said. He didn't feel the pain that Deryck did, but he felt a tiny tug at his heart. A tiny pang of remorse was inside of him, because it wasn't Deryck's fault at all. "Deryck... I caused the trouble, not you," Jared said, looking down at the table. "I was their first kid... I was the one who got in trouble first, I was the one who caused the fights between Ashlee and Pete... I was the one who moved out before I was even legally allowed to live away from my parents... I'm the one who put everyone in this situation... Everything would have been different if I hadn't moved out, if I'd had the sense to stay with you all so they didn't feel like the family they'd tried to build was falling apart..." Jared said, looking up at him. "I don't care if you're mad at me... I want you to be mad at me... you deserve to be mad at me," Jared said. "Even miles away I can destroy things..." Jared said, shutting his eyes. He hated this... hated the fact that a silent, subtle tear had just rolled down his cheek, only to wiped quickly away from him. "I was so desperate to get away I didn't think... so desperate not to turn out like Pete that I just left without thinking," Jared said. "Please... don't be mad at Pete or Ashlee or yourself..." Jared told him. What Jared was saying was the truth - he'd created the cracks, and Deryck had just rubbed salt into the wound for Pete and Ashlee. This had all started before Deryck had even come into the world. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] He said clutching at his brother as he cried, Deryck had no idea who he was trying to convince or who he was trying to lye to. He didn’t know, he didn’t know what the hell to do. “It’s not your fault. It couldn’t be your fault.” Because to him, Deryck had always been the trouble maker. A part of him thought that some people shouldn’t have kids, that they weren’t made out for rising them – that’s not to say that Pete or Ashlee could never be good parents, just not together. Maybe it would have been kinder to split the holidays, to have two addresses and maybe even a step mother or father. It might have saved so much agro then again, it had happened he couldn’t change that, he would never be able to make it right again and he knew it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said coolly as he hugged Deryck. "You don't need to be sorry for anything, Ponyboy," Jared said. "It is going to be okay," Jared told him, closing his eyes again. He was hugging Deryck even tighter now, but not so much that he was going to squeeze the boy to death, although Jared half thought he would. "We'll do this, Ponyboy," Jared whispered, sniffing again to stop himself from crying. He collected himself and pulled away from the hug, sighing heavily and looking at Deryck. "Want a vodka?" Jared asked. He'd only give Deryck a little bit, he didn't want to depress the boy anymore with alcohol depressant, but Jared figured they could both use a drink at the moment... although something inside of Jared wanted Deryck to say 'no, I'll have a coffee instead, thanks', but Jared knew that just wasn't going to happen, and he'd rather Deryck drank at his house where he knew where he was and what he was doing than have him wander the streets completely fucked.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared asked, pulling his phone out. "Just make sure he's okay and let him know I have Deryck's and he's fine," Jared said quietly. He would thank George later, but he quickly returned to the kitchen with doritos in hand so it didn't look like his trip to the kitchen had meant anything aside from getting some food. Jared sat back down on the pouffe and looked up at Deryck.
Jared opened the doritos and offered Deryck some before he took one himself and ate it, drinking the vodka down in one quick gulp. He sighed and looked around for Kaiser, who came padding up to him almost on cue. Jared sighed and buried his head in the dog's fur, shutting his eyes and sighing. Kaiser stood there, not moving as his master buried his face in his side. Jared smiled inside at the thought of what a loyal dog he had, and he picked a chip out of the bag and fed it to the german sherpard. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]

[Deryck Wentz]

[/b] HE muttered leaning forward and putting his head on the table, he hit his forehead off the table a few times growling at him self. "It. Was. So. Fucking. Obvious. You. Fucking. Moron."
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[Jared Wentz]

[/b] Jared said with a smile. He reached out and put his hand on Deryck's head, stopping him from smacking it against the wooden table. He pushed the table out from between them and he moved forward on the pouffe. "Deryck, it's okay," Jared told him, brushing Derycks hair back to see if the boy had done any damage. "Stop looking for different angles to make it your fault, because it isn't," Jared told him. When Jared was completely satisfied Deryck had done no lasting damage to his head, he ruffled the younger boy's hair with a grin, knowing how much Deryck cared about his hair. Jared was a little different from Deryck on that perspective - he didn't exactly like it being messed up but he didn't really mind it either. It was the kind of effect Jared often achieved anyway, simply because his hair a little lighter than Deryck's seemed to be. It was a lot easier to get messy and make look a bit like he'd just climbed out of bed, which, more often than not, was the case.

"Deryck, you're sixteen years old, for God's sake," Jared added, reaching out for the cigarette packet on the table. The lighter was tucked inside, and he pulled a cigarette out and then the lighter. He lit the cigarette and looked at his little brother. "These things happen," Jared said, picking up the ashtray and putting it down infront of his blue pouffe as Kaiser sniffed around the armchair and then laid down next to it. "It's just how things go..." Jared told him. Deryck had never really been in a committed relationship, so it was hard for him to understand these kind of things, Jared supposed. He couldn't really explain to him either, because it was just something that had to be experienced to be understood. Jared took another drag on the cigarette, thinking about how he could explain this all. Suddenly Deryck felt more like six than sixteen.

"Red," George said, stepping out of the kictchen, holding Jared's cell. "You better take this..."[/i] George said. Jared looked a bit worried and put the cigarette down in the ashtray before he stood up and made his way to the kitchen. He took the cell from George and thanked him, shutting the kitchen door behind him so that no on could listen in. George looked around the living room before he sat down in the armchair, his hand on Kaiser, the other reaching for a doritos.
"Pete?" Jared asked, hearing some sort of noise at the other end of the phone.
"Jared?" Came the worried reply. Jared bit his lip, leaning against the kitchen top.
"Ashlee," Jared stated, shutting his eyes. "Is everything okay? Is Pete okay?" Jared asked worriedly. His heart was racing now... there was no telling what his father could have done. To have your own son shout stuff at you like that... stuff that Pete hadn't heard for many years since Jared moved out, although Jared's shouting was just little prods and pokes. Deryck's had really been attempting to cause emotional pain.

Jared opened the kitchen door not long later, and he put the cell phone down on the table and sat back down on the pouffe. He'd only been gone for about three or four minutes, and he looked down at the cigarette... which had been put out by someone. Jared looked at George, who just smiled sadly. Jared sighed and leant forward, his head in his hands.
"Right, Deryck, you can stay in my room tonight as long as you promise not to get drunk or high or sniff anything or inject anything or vomit anything or whatever," Jared said with a small smile. "I have to go," he said, standing up and looking at George. "I've got my key, I don't know when I'll be back," Jared said. He wasn't hiding anything from Deryck this time... Jared and Deryck were pretty much in the same boat right now. Jared had as much idea of what was going on as Deryck was. "Try and be good," Jared said, stroking Kaiser's head as he picked up his white coat from the back of the armchair.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]