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on_thecouch 28.3 - Consequence.

"Hey! Come on. Open up." Eric pounded on the boys' bathroom door at Saj Wayside house. It was a common bathroom, with stalls and a row of urinals, so there was absolutely no need for the main door to be locked and closed. It shouldn't be, ever.

He had seen that kid - whom all called Rock but of course that wasn't his real name; no one knew it, not even the other street kids, Eric figured - go in there a couple minutes later. With a sketchy look on his face. Really, there weren't too many reasons to have a sketchy look on your face when going to the bathroom. And it wasn't as if Eric was hovering over them and Rock probably didn't even think that Eric knew he'd gone into the bathroom like that.

But it was Eric's job to make sure things were going okay, at least under this roof, especially while on shift.

"Open up, or I'll open it up for you, and that won't be pretty," Eric yelled, pounding on it some more.

The door opened a moment later, and the smell of that sweet maryjane wafted out along with the sound of a toilet flushing.

Oh, crap.

Eric looked around, and saw there were three of them in there. They ranged in age, the youngest maybe thirteen. Too young to be on the streets and in this bathroom with that smell. Rock said he was seventeen but Eric thought he could be older by a couple years. And then there was Billy, whom Eric thought he had a good rapport with, and had only returned to the House that night for the first time in a few weeks. They all looked at him, trying to be nonchalant - or maybe they were just out of it. Because by the looks of their red rimmed eyes, it was likely that.


They shrugged past him, Billy at least looking at the floor sheepishly and unable to meet Eric's eyes. Rock looked smug and as if he was getting away with something. They headed to the direction of the common room, with the televisions and computers, and where most the other people were.

"I said out."

They all looked back at Eric. He hooked his thumb over his shoulder, in the direction of the side exit.

"What the fuck?" Rock said, looking disgusted. Obviously, he didn't think anyone could tell him what to do.

Eric crossed his arms, a stone cold look on his face. "You know the rules."

"It's freezing out there," Rock said angrily.

"You know the rules," Eric repeated.

"We weren't doing-"

"Enough," Eric's voice boomed. He knew he could sound imposing, if he had to be, but he hated it. He hated every second of it. Every single person in the Shelter was looking at him. Even those who were sitting in the dining room came to stand at the doorway, peeking their heads out to see what was going on. "You need to leave. Now."

One of the girls called out from the couch, "Come on, Eric, it's-"

"No," he interrupted. "Everyone knows the rules. No drugs under this roof."

There was complete silence.

Rock looked both angry, and smug. He glanced over his shoulder, at everyone else, and it looked as if he was wanting a power struggle. "We weren't. You can't prove that."

Eric rolled his eyes. "The smell is enough. I wasn't born yesterday. I know what it is."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rock said. He elbowed Billy. "Right, Billy?"

Billy looked at the floor. "Yeah."

"You don't have a choice, boys," Eric said. "You need to leave. It's the first time, so you can return tomorrow. But, out."

"Whatever," Rock said, rolling his eyes. "This place is bunk. We can find somewhere else to go. Come on." He made it sound as if it was his idea.

The young one, looking afraid, followed Rock. Billy stood still for a moment, finally looking up at Eric, eyes pleading and ashamed. Eric didn't give in. Billy shuffled past him.

Everyone else looked at Eric, then coolly returned to what they were doing. He turned away, and he was pretty sure he hear 'jackass' muttered under someone's breath. Eric didn't expect a social evening for the rest of the evening.

He went back to the bathroom, searching it to make sure nothing had been stashed anywhere for anyone to pick up. He went to one of the sinks and washed his hands, and stared at his own reflection.

He banged his head against the mirror lightly, and then rested it against the cool glass, and sighed deeply. Parts of the job were just so... hard. It was going to be a long night.


Dec. 7th, 2008 03:45 am (UTC)
Awww. That is heartbreaking.
Dec. 7th, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
Awww. Thank you1


Hey man

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