[ even during sam’s wildest, most wasted teenage years, christina had rarely brought out her middle name. she’d wondered if it was because she didn’t care enough to, unless she was around people who were there to judge her parenting techniques. she’d heard it more often from deputy hicks than she had from her mother.
tara’s tirade finds sam at the edge of her bed, staring at a phone screen long since gone dark. the room is dim and she’s still in her pajamas and last night’s makeup. there’s a half-empty bottle of vodka within reach on the floor that she nearly knocks over when she stands to open it, blinking blearily at tara when she she comes into view.
for a moment she just stares, eyes still red-rimmed and glassy, smudges of mascara on her cheeks, hair in a messy, unraveling braid. it’s a second before she can bring herself to say anything, afraid of spilling over again when she’d just stopped crying. ]
You’re gonna hurt your hand. [ it’s stupid. but a valid concern with how hard tara’s been pounding at the door. ]
[ Tara almost hits Sam in the chest when opens the door, but she manages to stop in time. So she just freezes there, hand raised, head slowly tilting to the side as she realizes what is that her sister is saying. ]
I...huh?
[ Well, she looks like shit, but Tara wasn't expecting her to sound so...her. Then again, badly pretending the blatant uncomfortable truth staring you in the face isn't there is a Carpenter special. Tara lowers her hand slowly, taking Sam in. ]
God, you're such an idiot.
[ And then she throws herself at Sam, effectively headbutting her as she wraps her arms around her, a vice grip of worry, need and desperation. ]
[ she's not sure what she's expecting. tara had been so angry and upset and sam knows that the distance she's been keeping is a big part of what's behind it, especially now. but she hasn't been able to face her. she's barely been able to face anyone since that day.
but tara flings herself towards her, arms encircling her like a koala, and sam's arms go reflexively around her, reminded of when they were both little and unaware of the extent of their mother's harmfulness and her father's legacy, when tara looked at her like she was the whole world. and sam just - falls apart. she exhales, sobbing, curved over tara's shoulder as she lets herself feel everything she's been trying not to for weeks.
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tara’s tirade finds sam at the edge of her bed, staring at a phone screen long since gone dark. the room is dim and she’s still in her pajamas and last night’s makeup. there’s a half-empty bottle of vodka within reach on the floor that she nearly knocks over when she stands to open it, blinking blearily at tara when she she comes into view.
for a moment she just stares, eyes still red-rimmed and glassy, smudges of mascara on her cheeks, hair in a messy, unraveling braid. it’s a second before she can bring herself to say anything, afraid of spilling over again when she’d just stopped crying. ]
You’re gonna hurt your hand. [ it’s stupid. but a valid concern with how hard tara’s been pounding at the door. ]
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I...huh?
[ Well, she looks like shit, but Tara wasn't expecting her to sound so...her. Then again, badly pretending the blatant uncomfortable truth staring you in the face isn't there is a Carpenter special. Tara lowers her hand slowly, taking Sam in. ]
God, you're such an idiot.
[ And then she throws herself at Sam, effectively headbutting her as she wraps her arms around her, a vice grip of worry, need and desperation. ]
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but tara flings herself towards her, arms encircling her like a koala, and sam's arms go reflexively around her, reminded of when they were both little and unaware of the extent of their mother's harmfulness and her father's legacy, when tara looked at her like she was the whole world. and sam just - falls apart. she exhales, sobbing, curved over tara's shoulder as she lets herself feel everything she's been trying not to for weeks.
months, if she's being entirely honest. ]