I'll Always Be There For You//Coleman

[LEILA ANN ZAKARIAN]

[atrb=border,0,true] all of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am Ever since her and daniel had fixed things, Leila had been dealing with a lot more drama. No not with him but with others. First dean had left lexi. Leila nad lexi had a heart to heart and just wow. Leila had no idea any of that was going on. Well, no one did. While she didn’t condone what lexi had done in sleeping with jayce after dean got back, Leila understood where lexi was coming form. She helped lexi tell daniel to smooth things over so daniel wouldn’t flip out. Of course when alone daniel ranted a little but Leila was able to calm him down. As long as neither Blackwell brother came around the house anytime soon they were all good. Otherwise there might be a bloodbath on their hands. At least things with her family had been smoothed over, especially coleman. They were back on good terms and yes, Leila admitted she had been a little irrational but sometimes it came down to just a little forceful push. Now her and daniel were fine. Better then fine. Daniel now knew to be careful of Leila’s mood swings, especially because of the hormones she was taking to help make sure this pregnancy carried. Because of her medical condition the doctors wanted to make sure this pregnancy carried though so medications were given to help. Thankfully they made it to the third trimester. A couple more months and Olivia would be here. Leila’s niece seemed excited about the baby or as excited as a toddler could be but the little girl was also sad. Coleman had been a bit m.i.a. lately but no one would blame him. After everything with prom she was wondering how the hell he could even stand it. Everyone in town had heard about what happened at prom. The attack. The fire. Coleman going in there. It had been brutal. Brooklyn was still in the hospital and coleman...well he had been the one to find her. The cops had been wanting to get his version of what happened out of him but Leila had gone to troy and begged him to hold off. She knew coleman needed to be interviewed but even Leila didn’t think that was a good idea. Coleman was temperamental. It wasn’t bad but she knew it wouldn’t be good if cops started to bombarded him with questions. It was better if coleman went to them but Leila herself was worried. She hadn’t heard from him and wanted to check up on him. After she slipped on a maternity tank top and some capris, Leila did her make-up simply and did her hair in a French braid to get it off her neck. It may only be may but she was having hot flashes like there was no tomorrow. Leila left what jewelry she was already wearing on before she put on her flip flops and headed out the door. Leila stopped at the grocery store to get some stuff to make lasagna while at his house. She wanted to make sure he had some food handy and it gave her an excuse to stay at his place longer. With everything in her reusable bags, Leila loaded up the car daniel had recently gotten her to replace the clunker she had and drove off. While Leila was in a generally good mood her worries were trumping that. Hopefully he would be home when she got to his place. Once Leila parked and cut off the engine, she went into the backseat to retrieve the items. Leila distributed the weight evenly before she got to his door and set the items down. Their mother had a spare key and Leila had gotten it from her. Still she knew better then to just walk right in. instead she knocked out the door before she fiddled with the key. ”coleman! It’s Leila! I’m coming in ok? Mom gave me your key.” Leila slipped the key in the door and unlocked it before she turned the handle to let it swing open. Leila moved the bags to in the door way before she straightened her aching back and half groaned, half sighed with the uncomfortable of the third trimmest. ”coleman, where are you? I brought stuff to make lasagna.” Leila shut the door before she brought the bags into the kitchen, not paying mind to any other room before she set off to look for her eldest brother. tag: coleman outfit: click! notes: ---

[LEILA ANN ZAKARIAN]

[atrb=border,0,true] all of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am Leila turned her head in the direction his voice came from but didn’t go seeking him out. She had no clue what state of dress or undress her brother was in and she didn’t not want to walk in in the wrong moment. Just the idea made a shiver of distaste go through her spine. Instead she started to put the ingredients that needed to be kept chill such as the cheese in the refrigerator for the time being. ”I came to see you. You went underground and I got worried.” Leila may be the middle child of sorts and the only girl but she was still very protective of her brothers. While they all looked out for her because she was the girl or because she was “fragile” because of her medical condition didn’t matter. She knew how to hold her own ground well enough against them. Not that she enjoyed to fight with her brothers but if she needed to she could go head to head with them. This wasn’t a head to head moment. Leila found this to be a moment of comfort or whatever coleman would allow her to provide him instead. When Leila turned back from the refrigerator she was rubbing the lower half of her back. Just that simple action was hard for her but that’s part of being eight months pregnant. When she looked up and saw coleman she frowned. While he looked clean he looked completely out of sorts. There was stubble-no not stubble because it was longer then that-along his face and head. His pants were stained in wait was that blood? her gaze went to his hands next and she sighed. No matter what her brother said he was not fine. Leila would not just leave him seeing him like this. No she was putting her foot down. Leila left the items on the counter and walked over to the counter. ”mom did not send me. She’s too busy taking care of your daughter while you lock yourself away like a hermit crab.” Leila stood in front of him before she reached for his hands. Her pale hands were delicate compared to his own large palms that she turned upwards. Leila glared up through her eyelashes at him. She was not pleased with what she was seeing. While his place may be clean he was not. Her thumbs ran along the underside of his cuts. It was hard not to run over one as small cuts littered his skin. ”you’re going to get an infection if you keep reopening cuts, no matter if you’re tending to them or not.” Leila’s voice wasn’t harsh. That was no way to deal with this moment in time. Coleman was hurting. He may nto admit it but the most recent attack had been hard on him, she could tell. Brooklyn could tell. Brooklyn had been calling Leila to check up on him to make sure he was alright and Leila tried not to make her worry but it was hard when even she, his own sister, had no idea what was going on. Leila pressed her lips together as she shook her head a bit. Colemen stood up a bit straighter, as he moved from his door. His pants still stained with fresh blood, and old blood spots. "Did mom send you? I told her I'm find." Colemen said his hand swinging lightly b his side. Lucky he had not cut his hand in a while so it was not dripping, but the cuts were still pretty fresh. God he looked a mess, but he was able to put on a pretty good front. Never once had he cut himself sharpening his knifes. Not when he was in the right state of mind. Of all people to know this it would be family. Colemen was all about gun safety, but he was most admitted about safety with knifes. Leila shut the door before she brought the bags into the kitchen, not paying mind to any other room before she set off to look for her eldest brother. ”talk to me.” she knew her brother wasn’t one to really talk about what was on his mind but she’d be persistent as much as possible. He needed to talk about this whether he would admit it or not. tag: coleman outfit: click! notes: ---