Alright, nearly a week after I showed my face on Dinah's doorstep--putting us on April 28th--Gar and I came by again. Dinah wasn't home, but she had left us a note on the doormat telling us to find the key and let ourselves in (we're Phantom and Beast Boy, wasn't that hard) and the time she'd be getting back. There were also strict instructions to continue taking it easy on Harper, which...I'm sure were more written for me rather than Gar. We let ourselves in and were immediately slapped by one of the most unnerving things you'll ever find in a household.
Absolute silence.
I don't care where you live or how many people you live with. There's something eerie about entering a completely quiet house; especially when someone is supposed to be there. No television background sound. No radio or music playing. No sounds of rummaging through food in the kitchen. No water running. It's just as bad as hearing things when no one is supposed to be there. And stepping into that apartment to the soul sound of the door swinging open made my body go still. I even instinctualy held my breath to try hearing something.
Gar and I quickly moved through the first half of the apartment, searching the kitchen area and the living room before moving down the hall. That's when the smell hit me. And all I could think was: God, not again, he can't be serious.
But. He was. No sooner had we shoved the door open, had he tried shoving a drawer in his desk shut. Yeah, Harper. That's going to work. That's really going to work.
...I won't go into much detail on what happened next. If not mostly because it was 90% yelling, 5% moving around the room and 5% freaking out when he almost passed out on us. We moved him to the couch, called Dinah and searched his room like it was a crime scene. I don't know HOW he managed to keep another stash of the poison hidden, but...then again, when you work in this business, it IS possible to learn from the people you're hunting, busting and putting behind bars. And considering he GOT the crap from one of those people, well.
Dinah got back and we left almost immediately. I think she might have taken him to the hospital. I don't know. After his near pass-out he seemed...alright. But honestly I wasn't really paying attention to that...I was too angry.
Over the next two days, all I could think about was that he went back to it. I couldn't believe he went back to it. Here I thought he was making some kind of process, but no. ...and ..then it hit me. He probably HAD been making progress...and then I yelled at him. Told him that I wished I had left him back there. He wasn't worth the strain right now and I had more important things to be dealing with than him.
And I'd said that after Ollie had literally punched him out of the house. After he'd more or less given up on himself and Gar and I had basically made ourselves his only support. After I had promised him I'd help him fight his way out of this. And after God knows what caused him to get addicted to the stuff in the first place.
...God, I felt like such an idiot. ..idiot putting it lightly. Very lightly. I wasn't helping Roy with his addiction; if anything I was giving him all the more reason to give into it. Nice, Raven. Real nice...
The next day, I stopped Gar from leaving the manor and told him we needed to visit Roy and Dinah again. ...it was about time I apologized...sincerely.
.... I think that's enough for one night. I'll get back to you guys tomorrow.
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