SOLO RP Kaylee's Stories (Solo RPs from Between Brothers & The One that Got Away)

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The Beginning of the End (The One that Got Away)
Part 1

Two weeks, five days, six hours, seven minutes, and thirty six seconds. Kaylee could pinpoint down to the second when her heart had been completely shattered into a million tiny shards, pieces so small she knew they would never be put back together. Whoever said time healed all wounds had never lost their other half, not in the way that she had. If she closed her eyes, she could still see Jane England's face when she'd broken the news of Miles departure. She could still hear the choked sob that followed, although whether that came from her or Jane, Kaylee still didn't know. Every minute since that day, every second that ticked away didn't become easier than the one before it; it became harder and Kaylee didn't know how much longer she could live with the constant ache in her chest each time her broken heart beat. There was no cure for the pain, no magical remedy that would erase her heartache and turn her back into the girl she once was. But, there was a temporary release from it, one that she could no longer ignore.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at the bottle of liquor she'd snuck from her cousin's house, the amber liquid inside beckoning to her. Kaylee had been fighting it for the past two weeks, telling herself that there were no possible way Miles could stay gone that long, that he would be back with a new tattoo or some crazy haircut that would drive his mother insane, with some story of an adventure he'd gone on without her. She'd hold onto her anger until the moment he turned the puppy dog eyes on her and all would be forgiven as if he'd never left her at all. The redhead told herself this story over and over again, but with each minute Miles remained gone, it was getting harder and harder to believe.
The first day after she learned Miles was gone, Kaylee couldn't do anything more than sob her heart out. Her parents both came into her room, trying to do what parents do when their child is heartbroken. Her mother ranted and raved, claiming that she was better off without her trouble making boyfriend, while her father rubbed her back as she sobbed, offering what little comfort he could. Kaylee knew they meant well. Deep in her heart, she knew her parents were hurting in their own silent way but refused to share their pain with her. It didn't help ease her mind; nothing would, at least that's what she thought.

Bloodshot green eyes stared intensely at the amber liquid in the bottle, recalling the way it burned down her throat and into her stomach the first time she'd taken a shot of it. For a while, Kaylee felt nothing but the acidic burn inside her stomach as the liquid churned away, but after a half an hour and two more shots later, the world as she knew it no longer existed. The pain in her chest became a dull ache she could ignore, and for the first time in two weeks, Kaylee managed to sleep through the night without waking up in the middle of the night in search of Miles. She remembered falling back on her cousin's Derrick's bed, the world spinning out of control before her eyes, but the constant voice in her head crying out for Miles finally fell silent. The tears that slipped through the closed lids of her eyes weren't of sadness, but of relief that something had taken her pain from her.

She fought the temptation to give in to the liquor's siren call, ignored the pleading of her heart that begged for another dose, another reprieve from her suffering. The fight was all for not. She couldn't keep pushing it away, not when she knew the bliss of forgetting, even if it was only for a moment.

Pushing herself to her feet, Kaylee's fingers curled around the neck of the bottle, snatching it up quickly without care. The cap was off in the blink of an eye and within seconds the redhead was gulping down a mouthful of the fiery liquid, grimacing as it burned a familiar path down her throat and into her stomach. She pulled the bottle away from her mouth long enough to gasp for air then took another long drink. She didn't know how much she actually drank, didn't even bother to glance at the contents of the bottle to measure it out. All Kaylee cared about was the excruciating wait between the time the liquor hit her stomach to the moment she felt the world begin to spin. Kaylee almost took another few sips, hoping to speed the process along. If she had more, she probably would have. For now, she needed to conserve the precious liquid for as long as she could.

Her hand hesitated to replace the cap of the bottle, her heart crying out for more of the blissful numbness she knew it could provide. Her arm began to lift the bottle back to her lips, but the sound of footsteps shuffling past her door caused her to screw the lid back on and hastily roll the bottle under her bed. With her breath trapped in her lungs, Kaylee waited in nervous silence for the light tap of knuckles against the wood, for one of her parents to call out to her before they threw the door open. Her breath held until she heard the footsteps trudge back up the stairs to the kitchen, her lungs burning with a need for air as she pushed out a heavy exhale. She'd avoided getting caught this time; not that she truly cared. So what if she was drinking? Didn't she deserve some peace? Wasn't she entitled to drown her sorrows just a little? Everyone thought she'd lost a boyfriend, but Kaylee knew better than that. When Miles left, he hadn't just left her, he'd taken her heart and part of her soul along with him. How was she supposed to cope with that without some help?

After ensuring that the bottle was safely tucked away in one her drawers, Kaylee flopped onto her bed, rolling onto her side to stare blankly at the ceiling, refusing to let her eyes fall on any of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. With the alcohol coursing through her veins, her body became heavy and her mind grew silent. It wouldn't last; it never did, but it was enough to send her off into a dreamless sleep for a little while.

 

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(Between Brothers: Aftermath (Part 1)

Four month, six days, and seven hours. That's how long it had been since Kaylee Trenton's life had changed completely. No, that wasn't true. Her life had changed the moment she pushed her little car over the state line into California almost two years ago at the tender age of eighteen. She'd been so damn naive then with a head full of dreams, a car full of boxes, and her entire life ahead of her. Her biggest worry back then had been surviving college life, making new friends, and heading into a future she had set for herself. Looking back now, Kaylee didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her own innocence. She thought she had it all together, that she could dictate her own fate. Now nearly two years, two heartbreaks, and one pregnancy later she knew better. But for a brief moment, for one blink in her short lifetime, she'd had everything. She'd had her college life, a career as a model that people would have killed for, a reputation as a rising star in the world of college sports, and above everything, she'd had the love of her life.

In the blink of an eye Kaylee had lost her future. One mistake was all it took to rip it away. The number of mistakes Kaylee made in her brief life were numerous. Running away from Miles the first time after he'd gotten clean and sober was at the top of her list, only beneath not telling Miles she didn't want to go to Riley's party. That fucking party! Just thinking about that day, or what she could remember of it, made Kaylee's stomach clench violently. There were so many things she wished she could change about that day. If only she had told Miles she didn't want to go. What if she'd simply stuck to him like glue and begged him to leave the moment he stopped performing? If she'd never accepted that drink and gotten drugged, perhaps she wouldn't be where she was now. Kaylee could spend the rest of her life reliving that day over and over and find ways that could have prevented her from ending up a single mother.

She had been lucky that day. Whatever fate had in store for her had been disrupted by Daniel and Sofia, the pair carrying her out and taking her to the hospital before anything could happen. She could have lost a lot more than Miles that day and Kaylee knew it. Still, that didn't make it any easier to swallow. Where one door closed, however, another door opened. Kaylee may have left the man who held her heart in the palm of his hand that day, but in the end she'd gained far more.

She left only a few days later, leaving the US behind along with everyone she held dear to her. Traveling halfway across the world, Kaylee seized and opportunity she may never get again and it was those months spent in Africa that Kaylee felt like she'd finally started to grow up. With no technology, no pressure, and nothing but herself to focus on, Kaylee realized what she wanted for her future. And just as she began to pick the pieces of her broken heart and put them back together, life pulled her feet right out from under her.

Discovering her pregnancy came as a shock of a lifetime. For weeks she'd brushed off her constant nausea as the aftermath of her trauma and the lingering heartache she felt after leaving Miles. When the doctor informed her that she was pregnant, Kaylee had laughed hysterically telling him that he was insane. However, when the tiny little flicker on the screen showed up during a sonogram, Kaylee could no longer deny it. She was going to be a mother and she was going to be alone through it all.

Turning her eyes away from the window above her kitchen sink, green eyes turned to look at the tiny form of her son, sound asleep in his playpen. With his soft brown hair spiked up and his tiny hands balled up into fists on either side of his head, he reminded her so much of his father that her heart ached every time she looked at him. From the moment she discovered she was pregnant Kaylee had been in love with her baby. She may not have planned on getting pregnant and the circumstances certainly weren't what she would have hoped for, but Kaylee wouldn't have given up her baby boy for the world. Even now as she sat in her beach side home with no one other than her infant son to keep her company, Kaylee wouldn't change a single thing if it meant giving up her baby. That didn't mean she didn't dream of a different life, one where she still had the love of her life beside her.

Biting down sharply on her lower lip, Kaylee blinked away the sting of tears as they formed in the corners of her eyes. There hadn't been a day that passed since leaving the man she loved that Kaylee didn't find herself wiping away tears. Sometimes she'd let herself cry for hours, hoping that she would be all cried out at the end of the day. Other times she'd cry herself to sleep praying that the next day would be easier. It never was. The hole in her heart never closed and not even the endless stream of love she had for her son could heal it. How could it when each time she look into the doe brown eyes of her child served to remind her of what she'd lost.

Today Kaylee blinked her tears away, her gaze turning back to finish up her task of washing up the few dishes she'd dirtied for breakfast before moving onto her next chore of the day. She'd been lucky enough to save up her money, granting her the luxury of staying home with her son for at least the first year of his life. After that it would be back to school, back to her dreams and back to the life she had planned for herself, only this time she was far wiser. She may have had the luxury of being able to support herself and her son without help, but she didn't have the luxury of sharing her life with anyone else. Not now. Not ever. Not with her son in the picture.

James Conrad Trenton, better known as Jimi to the world, had entered the world only four months ago, fists flying in the air, screaming his lungs out, and looking every bit the way she imaged his father had looked when he was born. Just like his night owl father, he came into the world only fourteen minutes before midnight, almost nine months after the last week she and Miles had been together. On his birth certificate she'd left out the father, not because she was ashamed of having Miles' baby, but for their son's protection. She'd named him after his father the best that she could, hoping that no one would piece it together. So far she'd been lucky with only her friends and family knowing who the father of her child was. Would she remain lucky? Only time would tell.

The birth of her son had been a relatively small, quiet affair as most births tended to be with only her parents there to help see her through the hours of labor it took to finally deliver her healthy little boy. There had been a few moments that Kaylee considered calling Jane England to witness the birth of her grandson, the debate going on in her head multiple times before she finally opted against it. It wasn't that she had anything against Jane and she certainly had no intentions of keeping her only grandchild from her that kept her from calling the woman. What finally swayed her was the tears she knew would be shed. Kaylee couldn't handle the woman's grief on top of her own. The absence in the room already tore her apart enough. Kaylee felt it every time she glanced to her side and saw her mother and father where Miles should have been.

Kaylee had prepared for life as a single mother. Her stint in Africa hadn't lasted the year that she'd planned, but only five months. With medical care a necessity and a fear of giving birth without anyone by her side, Kaylee left Africa and the promise of a simple, peaceful life to return to California, the only place that felt like home to her. Her little bungalow by the ocean was now claimed by Daniel, a gift she had bestowed upon him the day she left for Africa. Her parents offered to take her in, but Kaylee could not impose on them, not with a baby on the way. She stayed with them while searching for a home to call her own, a place where she could raise her child as far away from the world's view as she could while still being close to her family. It only took a month for Kaylee to find the perfect place, yet another little cottage on the beach still close to her family that they could stop by to visit whenever they wished, but far enough from everyone else that she could spend time out on the beach without being seen. It was there that Kaylee began her life anew, awaiting her impending motherhood while mending her broken heart.

Her pregnancy went by in the blink of an eye, her swollen belly growing along with her son. Despite being single, Kaylee had plenty of support. Her parents naturally were there from the moment she landed back in California, along with Sofia who became little Jimi's guardian before he was even born. She knew that Daniel and Jane would have jumped in to help should she ask, but Kaylee simply didn't have it in her heart to pull them into her life that way, not after everything. If she'd never entered their lives to begin with, things may not ended up as messy and ugly as they had. In the end, Kaylee had added nothing of value to their lives and despite the joy she knew Jimi's arrival would bring, she could not share it with them. She wanted to. Kaylee wanted to be able to pick up the phone to call Jane. She wanted to watch Daniel playing with her son and showing him all of the things that she would not be able to teach him. In the end her heart could not take it. She still sent pictures and updates and had even gone to visit once shortly after James' birth but even that had proven too much for her to take. After the visit she'd spent nearly two hours with her son cuddled against her chest while she cried out her anguish.

[FONT=Amaranth, sans-serif]Her emotional state had wavered from day to day, not surprising given the way things had gone. She'd heard mention of postpartum depression and of being overwhelmed by her new responsibility. What no one seemed to understand, at least not that Kaylee could tell, was that her depression had little to do with the changes in her hormones and everything to do with her fractured heart. She managed life and the care of a newborn all while the tears ran down her face, enough that eventually talk of her depression grew quieter as she learned to throw on a happy face when everyone was around. The façade dropped the minute she and James were alone and only her son was around to witness her pain. Kaylee told herself that at some point she'd seek out help, once James was old enough to understand her emotions. Until then, crying it out felt like the only way to try to get through it.

Would anything truly help though? Kaylee pondered that question as she moved away from the sink and began pouring her energy into the small basket of laundry she'd left on the kitchen table to fold. She had her son to focus on and once he was old enough to be watched by her parents without her feeling completely anxious, she'd have school to focus on again. She may not have the modeling contracts rolling in the way she had before, however, Michael had offered her a chance to write for the magazine which in Kaylee's mind, she felt better suited for. Her bank account wasn't hurting. She'd bought her little cottage up front with only the yearly taxes and insurance needing to be paid. A year to mourn should have been enough for her brief relationship, yet Kaylee knew in her heart that she'd spend the rest of her life grieving. How did a person ever recover from losing the other half of their soul? She would probably spend the rest of her days learning the answer.[/FONT]

 

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Between Brothers:

A year without Love (Adventures with Adam)



♫ Have you ever been lonely.
Have you ever been blue♫

Country music. She'd resorted to listening to country music. Not just any kind of country music, but the old, rip your heart out and cry in your beer type, the kind that spoke to her soul on a level that nothing else could. Kaylee sighed as she glowered at the speaker resting on her kitchen counter, hating that she could relate to the song pouring through the device at the ripe old age of eighteen. While all of her friends were going out on dates and living their lives, she kept herself locked away from the world. Why wouldn't she though? After a publicized kiss in front of a television audience of a few hundred thousand people that quickly became the front page of every tabloid, Kaylee couldn't leave her house without someone asking her about her relationship with Miles.

What relationship? She'd reply, quickly rushing away from the person before they witnessed the tears that streamed down her face. The new 'It' couple everyone hoped for never came to be. She'd left Miles to continue with his career, freeing him to leave her behind while he went on tour. Kaylee thought she'd done it for his own good. After all, he had made a commitment to his career long before he'd made a commitment to her and watching him walk away to live out his dreams wasn't quite as painful as sitting at home counting down the days until they could see each other again. That's what Kaylee told herself at least. Was it true? A month after leaving Miles with no questions about where they stood as a couple, Kaylee couldn't be sure.

The first week after breaking things off with Miles, Kaylee spent the majority of her time crying whenever she wasn't on the soccer field practicing or trying to force her mind to focus on school.


(WIP)