Friday, December 6, 2013

Chapter 2.43- The Enemy Here

          Not even two hours later and the root cause of Layla and Ignacio’s disagreement stood right before her . Layla, Ignacio and Mariah (Tibi was on a date with Emily) had stepped through the door to find Lottie and Raul chatting with Ottawa in the front room. As this was the first time Layla had been back to the home her dad had grown up in since his passing Layla had been expecting to feel a little uncomfortable. This was a little much however.

          For Ignacio, it was just one more jolt in his gut. There had been many that day. Deciding to ignore the couple chatting with Ottawa, he brushed by them into the kitchen.

          Taking courage she didn’t feel from her husband’s actions Layla followed, making it through the door of the kitchen just as Ignacio found Roosevelt and Kristine. He determinedly made bright small talk, ignoring Layla as thoroughly as he had his brother.
          Letting out a small sigh, Layla turned her focus back ahead. Hoping Sally was in the small tv room in the back she kept going. She wasn’t in a frame of mind to play nice with strangers tonight.

          “How on Sim Planet did you manage to make your way back here without grabbing a cup or a bottle on the way?” Sally demanded the moment Layla made it into the back room.
          Layla jumped a little, turning her gaze back to Sally. She’d been so busy looking at everything she hadn’t noticed her standing by the window. The furniture had all been pushed against the walls to make more space and the room looked strange to her.
          “Get a cup. Join me,” Sally insisted.

          “I had no idea Ignacio was chummy with Roosevelt,” Sally began after pouring a generous amount into Layla’s cup.
          Not entirely sure what to say Layla took an overlarge drink, wincing as the nectar went down, burning a hole in her esophagus as it went by the feel of it. What was in this stuff? Layla might not have been an experienced drinker, but she’d made progress since Joel had poured her that first drink so many years ago. At least, she thought she had.

          Sally turned swiftly at Layla’s splutterings.
          “Oh come on,” Sally scoffed. “Surely you’ve had nectar before!”
          “I have,” Layla answered. “It’s just been a while and this stuff is strong. What did you put in it? Kerosene?”
          “I don’t believe you. Get another drink. Prove it.”
          Between yesterday and today’s events Layla gave in, hoping she’d manage to have enough to forget everything for a while at least.

          It didn’t take long before Sally had switched out the empty nectar bottle for a full one, filling Layla’s head with all the latest gossip from around town even as she kept filling the cup Layla held.
          A loud snort followed by “Oh gosh! That burns! My nose!” quite some time later grabbed Ignacio’s attention from the kitchen. He wasn’t sure how much she’d had to drink, but Layla was wobbling and wavering even as she attempted to stand still.

          Sudden raucous laughter almost covered the sound of her kicking the coffee table that had been pushed against the wall, but not quite.  Her swaying had actually seemed to get worse. If she didn’t put a stop to it soon, Ignacio would have to step in. He could care less if she wanted to get drunk, but he wouldn’t have her make a fool of herself in front of Raul and Lottie. Not tonight. No matter how stressed she thought she was.

          His stomach dropped when Raul brushed past him, avoiding his gaze, just as Layla asked Sally for a refill.
          “Are you sure you want more right now? I think we’re about ready for Roger to blow out his candles.”
          “Just enough for a toast,” Layla’s reply was slightly slurred and her eyes swam in their sockets. “For the birthday boy?”
          Sally laughed a little and poured another generous measure for them both. “Awww. Anything for my babies.”

          “To Roger!” Layla lifted her glass.
          “And to Mariah!” Sally added raising hers as well before both took deep drafts, erupting into peals of laughter that rang throughout the house.
          Ottawa chose that moment to run into the room carrying the toddler Roger in his arms.
          “Birthday Time!” He hollered as he made his way to the cake, pointedly glaring at Sally.

          The room filled with the rest of the well-wishers and Layla and Sally put aside their cups to join in, much to Ignacio’s relief. Judging by the looks Ottawa threw at Sally, he wasn’t the only one worried about just how inebriated the pair might be.
          As he watched Ottawa with his youngest son wiith Mariah standing near Ignacio suddenly realized just how close in age these two were, which brought on other, more troubling, thoughts. Could his little girl be growing up that quickly?

          It took just one look at the child Roger to ease his mind quite a bit. This poor kid would be lucky to make it out of elementary school alive.
          Reassured on that one point, he shifted his focus back to Layla. Perhaps he ought to have a word, convince her that she’d probably had enough nectar for the time being. If nothing else, he ought to go and talk to her, smooth things over. Maybe she’d be okay if he decided to take the gun back first thing in the morning.

          Ignacio followed through with his plans the moment the cake had been cut and the kids had all received a slice. Sally, however, refused to budge from Layla’s side and so he was detained chatting to the two, never noticing Raul whisper into his wife’s ear before slipping out the back door.

          Once he was able to assure himself that Sally and Layla wouldn’t open a new nectar bottle, Ignacio excused himself.
          When Ottawa detained him in the kitchen he decided he’d go ahead and apologize for Layla’s behavior earlier.

          “Uh,” Ottawa seemed genuinely confused by Ignacio’s apology. “Well, honestly, I was going to thank you for bringing your wife. Usually Sally is the only one in there drinking away. She can’t stand that her kids are growing up and Layla partnering with her slowed her down a lot. She could barely stand up for Benji’s birthday.”
          “Oooooh,” Ignacio nodded, feeling distinctly out of place.

          “Yeah, man,” Ottawa continued. “Raul was here for it. Poor guy had to help me carry her up to bed. I’d tell you to go ask him, but he already left.”
          Spying Lottie out of the corner of his eye, he was instantly confused.
          “Raul already left?”
          “Yeah,” Ottawa answered. “Didn’t say goodbye or nothin’. Give him heck for me next time you see him.”
          Ignacio nodded.

          “Actually,” Ignacio suddenly just felt tired of it all. “I think I migh’ head out too. It’s been a really long day. But I had a fantastic time. Thanks so much for having us.”
          “Yeah! Yeah, man. You guys should come over more often. Layla and Sally get along so great, and Mariah can always play with the boys. They’re all going to be in school together after all.”
          “Ah, yeah, Mariah,” Ignacio felt suddenly stupid. “Would you mind telling Layla that I’ve gone on? She’ll need to remember to bring Mariah back with her.”

          The two women were still happily gossiping away when Ottawa plopped himself down between them. For several minutes they all sat in silence. Finally, Layla leaned around him raising her eyebrows at Sally.
          “Ottawa?” Sally asked her husband.
          Ottawa still sat silently.
          With a roll of her eyes, Sally slapped his thigh. “Ottawa!”
          “Hey!” he exclaimed brightly.
          “What are you doing?”
          “Trying to remember what I’m supposed to tell Layla.”

          “You’re supposed to tell Layla something?” Sally asked.
          “Yeah? Yeah!” Suddenly, he brightened and turned toward Layla slightly. “I’m supposed to tell you that Ignacio went on home because he was feeling tired from his long day and that you need to get Mariah.”
          Satisfied with himself he leaned back, grinning.
          “Ignacio already left?” Layla asked, puzzled. “He left without me?” She was still feeling a little fuzzy, and clearing her thoughts was causing her a little trouble.
          “Yep! And don’t forget Mariah.”

Layla snorted at the thought that she could forget her daughter. She wasn’t likely to do that again.
“Well, it’s been really fun guys,” Layla began.
“Aw! Stay a little longer. You don’t have to go just because Iggy left!” Sally wailed.
          “No,” she admitted. “But Mariah should probably be getting in bed. It is getting late.”
          “You’ll be back for JJ’s next birthday right?” begged Sally as Layla stood.
          “Yeah,” she said. “We’ll be here.”

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          There had been a heavy downpour earlier in the evening, but the clouds had parted making for a nice night and Layla decided she and Mariah would walk home. The old farmhouse wasn’t too terribly far from home and the walk might help clear her head further.
          As mother and daughter neared the front door, she was surprised to see it standing open. Lights blazed through the windows and angry shouts carried back to them.
          Mariah turned a confused face to her mother as both ran in through the open door.

          Layla had entered the house with every intent of stopping whatever was going on, but when she saw the way Raul attacked Ignacio she was stunned into inaction.
          Raul threw punch after punch, sometimes only taking enough time between them to pull Ignacio back toward him. She had no idea how long she stood silent witness before Mariah’s gasping cries forced her to take action.

          Layla pushed all the air out of her lungs, slowly turned and walked away from the scene.
The enemy here was Raul.
Ignacio had told her that just earlier today.
Raul was dangerous.

          It hadn’t been very long since Layla had finally gained her calm happy place.
          Tibi was happy.
          Mariah was happy.
          Layla was happy.
Ignacio could be happy too, if it weren’t for Raul.
          Raul was a threat to Ignacio. Therefore Raul was a threat to Layla, Tibi, and Mariah. She needed Ignacio. They all needed Ignacio. And now, Ignacio needed her.

          Ignacio had brought the gun into the house with the purpose of protecting his family. Now Layla would use it to protect his family, and she would protect him.
          Around her, everything moved in slow motion. But Raul still moved too much. Her deep breathing steadied her nerves, and she carefully kept an eye on Raul’s back.

          Beside her, Mariah sobbed, prancing on her tiptoes, begging Uncle Raul to stop hurting her Daddy.
          But the sound was distorted for Layla, muffled, unclear,  and slowly, slowly, she raised her arms. Raul had been on top of Ignacio for a few moments now. At last, he was still enough for her to get a good shot.

          Mariah’s shrieks grew louder as Ignacio’s movements became feebler. It was time.
          Layla had heard it was incredibly hard to shoot another sim. That it takes more than just having a gun, or the will, or even a reason to be able to kill in cold blood. And now, with everything she held dear on the line, Layla wasn’t sure she had that extra something.

          Then Ignacio stopped moving and Mariah screamed.
          Her daughter’s never ending scream made the rest of the world come suddenly into sharp focus for Layla. With a final steadying breath she put her finger on the trigger and


  1. I hate you.

    Not as much as I still hate Ignacio but that's beside the point.

    Excited for the next chapter! : D

    1. *hugs! Yeah yeah. lol.

      Me too! I've got a lot of work to do before I'll get to start shooting it though. Hopefully I can get a lot of the basework done this weekend so I can get out soonish. ;)

  2. *blinks*
    ...Think you missed a bit... The bit where Layla kills Raul and Mariah isn't scarred for life by the death of her uncle right infront of her... The bit where they live happily ever after and dance through a field of daisies...

    VERY dramatic chapter! I could feel the awkwardness at the party, Layla and Sally drinking and gossiping together made me think things were getting back in order and she was spending time with friends again.
    I think we all know what happens now. I just.... *sigh* Sunny.
    I'm going to

    1. Awwwww. Sorry. But that was why that ending is how it is. Imagination is the best story teller ever, and you've got an awesome story already in your head for it. ;)

      Thank you! And oh yes. There was a lot of things in the first part all about how life planned to go on. With any luck life still will go on again for the Sixkillers.

      *gasp! You are not going to do that! If you do I might just

  3. Yeah, that's gotta suck, walking into your dad's old house right after your argument with your husband, and there's your husband's criminal brother hanging out like he owns the place. I feel ya, Layla. A little much indeed. It can't feel great for Iggy either, he's had enough gut jolting and it's probably not over. I just want to hug his pixels right now.

    Lottie's hair kills me, with those black tips.

    Whatchou doin drinkin in the back room by yourself, Sally?

    LOL! As soon as I read the part about Layla taking an overlarge drink, I was remembering that drink that Joel poured for her, way back in the day. Oh, how things have changed! Sally really reminds me of...somebody. In the picture where she's looking at Layla with her eyebrow raised and kind of smiling. Oh--she reminds me of the actress that plays Rose in Two and a Half Men. I think it's that evil eyebrow Sally's got goin on.

    Why was Iggy worried about what Raul would think of Layla?

    Ha! Roger looked like Harry Potter there for a minute.

    Yes Iggy. Wait til she's good and drunk, THEN decide it might be a good time to smooth things over. Great timing. Maybe if he hadn't ignored her to begin with, she'd have stayed mostly sober, and things wouldn't ....well, I'm getting ahead of myself.

    You know, I'm honestly a little surprised that Raul could take Iggy on like that, let alone so thoroughly beat his ass. I'd kill to know what might have been said before Layla and Mariah got there. ::glances at NSA guy in the corner:: Sims. I'd kill Sims to know that. That's what I always mean, right guys?

    Oh, quit it you two, or I'm going to have to

    1. Yeah, Layla is still only thinking of Layla in that situation. I think, to a large degree, that Ignacio had it worse. Much worse. Lol. Yeah, I'm always sooooo tempted to fix her hair color. That is an EA hair color actually, and because of my genetics settings I'm half scared it'll still show up in her kids so I leave it be. It's SO awful though!

      Oh yes! I had to throw in Joel and that first drink where she really showed what a noob she was. lol. And in my head (And kind of with SP) Sally has grown apart from Ottawa a bit and so now her solace is her kids. She really can't handle them growing up and apart from her. She needs a good friend, not someone who is only her friend for the gossip she might provide.

      lol! Roger is certainly goofy looking isn't he? Sally and Ottawa's genes don't mix too well. Ha!

      I think he was just feeling a need to do Something. His timing sucked and with Sally there all he could really do was be especially pleasant to his wife while making small talk. The awkwardness of that is what drove him to leave.

      Desperate men are always the most dangerous. And honestly? I'm fairly sure that Ignacio wasn't at all prepared for him (a), and (b) didn't ever think that Raul would ever actually do that. He was suspecting Raul to hire someone to go for Ignacio. And a lot of times, if one side can get in those first few hits and do enough damage right off their opponent never gets a chance to really get into the fight. That's kind of how I envision it. As to what was said before that? Imaginationz! Even the other characters in the story are going to have to use theirs to come to grips with that.

      Hey! I'm the murderer here! Of sims! lol

      Why stop though? Besides, I'm betting I've got to head Gemma off before she


    3. LOL! That's what imaginationz is for!

  4. What have you done?! Layla's going to wind up killing Ignacio instead of Raul isn't she? *cries*

    1. Awwww. *hugs. I'm sorry. We'll find out next time what happened next. And I hated doing this, but Mariah's roll is so off the wall I needed to find a reason for her to be how she's going to be. This just happened to be the best way.

  5. Well, what I think is

    Exactly!!! lol :P

    I was disappointed there wasn't a voodoo doll, lol A gun in the hands of someone that has been drinking nectar, probably isn't a good idea. I have a feeling that a Kanani moment is coming up. (I may or may not have killed off one of my heir's parents just so her roll would make sense!)

    Great cliffhanger, impeccable timing there! =)

    1. NO! How could you think that? There's nothing about

      ;) :P lol

      Me too TBH. lol. Yup. She had a lot of nectar, too, for someone who isn't used to drinking. Only Mariah isn't quite going to be Kei, lol. But yeah, you've pretty much got it. I actually cried when I rolled for Mariah and figured out what I would need to do to get her to that point. If her heir doesn't have a decent roll I might just


      Thank you!

  6. Ah, poor Sally, she seems to have a drinking problem. Is she not happy?
    Has Layla ever shot a gun before? She could end up killing Ignacio herself shooting a gun without knowing what's she's doing. And drunk on top of that, yeah...

    1. No. Sally isn't very happy. It won't ever be a party of the story, but her and Ottawa seem to have grown apart. I'm forever getting SP pop ups about them each hanging out with someone else, but never with the other. And I needed to get Layla drunk, soo... Yeah. Why not make it a source of deep disquiet to Sally so she can spread her dissatisfaction?

      Nope. She's a complete novice with that gun. So... drunk and ignorant. Great combo, yeah? Yeah...

  7. **lifts my hands up and eyes bulge in wonder** AND WHAT??!!! D:

    Ok I was suppose to be backtracking and catching up on the chapters I missed but then I started reading this one and couldn't stop. O.O That ending was literally heart stopping. Excellent!! Ok I'll go back and read so I can know how it even got to this point.

    1. Thank you! lol. And What indeed? Yeah, there took a lot to get to this point. Hope to see you here again soon! Then maybe we can

  8. AND?! AAAAANNNNNDDD??!! And I'm going to STRANGLE YOU! I have to get back to work!!!!

    1. MMMwwwuaaaaaahahahahaha! I love a good cliffy... in my stories. Haha!

    2. Then, I feel absolutely no guilt at all when you get to when Erin is in the bathroom, waiting the 5 minutes on her own to see if she gets a + or a -, while Bryce sits nervously on the bed, wondering what's taking her so long.
      In the farther recesses of my mind, I thought, 'good cliffy,' but I still wanted to strangle you. :P

    3. Lol! We all love to put them in our own stories, but hate having to wait through them. xD (I blame Dan Brown, BTW. His was the first to prove you could end each and every chapter on a cliffhanger for the majority of the reading public. Ha!)

  9. What a birthday party for little Roger - with his mom and aunt (ish? cousin?) getting drunk XD And that face he made when he grew up! Lol! Sally looks super cute in that outfit though.

    Nonononoooo Layla oh noooo... Oh please don't tell me she'll shoot the wrong guy... noooo...

    1. IKR? That birthday face on Roger??? I could not resist! Of course, there were already plans revolving around him, but I'd already dressed him and he pulls *that* face??? So perfect!

      *sigh. I can say nothing but 'Next Post.' *hugs