Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 7, 2009 17:55:40 GMT -8
Cayden carried Della back from the party, a pang of sadness in his heart as he heard her muffled sobs. This was horrible, heartbreak coming again so soon after the Dylan fiasco. He didn't know how she attracted such horrible disasters, it was like a tornado was constantly following her around and trying to ruin her life. Turning the doorknob, he entered her room, placing her on one of the chairs for a moment so he could set up her bed for her.
"Della, come on, you need to sleep this off." He mumbled, heading into her walk-in closet to find a pair of pajamas for her to put on, helping her change and sighing as he saw how badly her make-up had streaked. Her mascara had mixed with her tears, causing two long thick streaks of black to cascade down her face, like symmetrical lines. With a sigh again, he picked her up with ease and set her down in the bed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and wiping as much of her make-up off as he could without hurting her, his heart filled with sorrow for his poor little sister. Once he had set her up in bed, Cayden sat there, waiting for her to fall asleep and then breathing a sigh of relief as she did so.
With a nod of his head, he stood up off the bed and looked down to make sure his shirt was okay, shrugging as he saw that there was a circle of black on the sweater he had worn. Oh well, it was just a shirt, he'd live. Right now, he wanted to get back to the party to see if Noelle was okay. There was something different about Jesse this year, and Cayden didn't like it one bit. With one last glance at his now-resting sister, Cayden exited the room, shutting and locking the door quietly and then making his way out of Channing House, his hands in his pockets.
"Della, come on, you need to sleep this off." He mumbled, heading into her walk-in closet to find a pair of pajamas for her to put on, helping her change and sighing as he saw how badly her make-up had streaked. Her mascara had mixed with her tears, causing two long thick streaks of black to cascade down her face, like symmetrical lines. With a sigh again, he picked her up with ease and set her down in the bed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and wiping as much of her make-up off as he could without hurting her, his heart filled with sorrow for his poor little sister. Once he had set her up in bed, Cayden sat there, waiting for her to fall asleep and then breathing a sigh of relief as she did so.
With a nod of his head, he stood up off the bed and looked down to make sure his shirt was okay, shrugging as he saw that there was a circle of black on the sweater he had worn. Oh well, it was just a shirt, he'd live. Right now, he wanted to get back to the party to see if Noelle was okay. There was something different about Jesse this year, and Cayden didn't like it one bit. With one last glance at his now-resting sister, Cayden exited the room, shutting and locking the door quietly and then making his way out of Channing House, his hands in his pockets.
