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Nov. 18th, 2019 04:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
likefatherlikesonWho: Justin Campbell, Sasha Stanford, Zeke Wyatt, Will Jackson, Cassidy Cohen, and Tori Kingston
What: Having each other's backs
Where: Heading to Vermont
When: After this
They were about an hour out of from the lakehouse in Vermont and the roadtrip sing-a-long had given way to chatting about anything and everything. Justin was jumping in and out of the conversation but he kept getting lost in his own thoughts because he inevitably had a hell of a lot on his mind since the latest plot twist about his birth mum. He was also thinking a lot about his tour, really wanting to get medically cleared for the green-light on it.
Still, his mind kept going back to Alexis, trying to calibrate that she was the one who gave birth to him and the woman he spent his whole life believing to be his biological mother was actually a kidnapping abuser who never loved him and only ever took him to harm him. The more he let himself think about it, the more he realised until he came to New York, he had never been loved. Possibly his grandparents in Chicago felt something like love towards him but it had always been in the sense they were just putting up with him because his ‘mother’ had been a drug addict prostitute and they felt obligated. He was so dissociated from his childhood that it felt like someone else’s memories now, but the pain of the abuse was still there. You couldn’t erase that from your mind if you survived it. That wasn’t how it worked.
( He pulled himself back out of the whir of thoughts he got caught up in and finished his can of Diet Coke, squashing the can and shoving it on the floor beside his messenger bag... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Having each other's backs
Where: Heading to Vermont
When: After this
They were about an hour out of from the lakehouse in Vermont and the roadtrip sing-a-long had given way to chatting about anything and everything. Justin was jumping in and out of the conversation but he kept getting lost in his own thoughts because he inevitably had a hell of a lot on his mind since the latest plot twist about his birth mum. He was also thinking a lot about his tour, really wanting to get medically cleared for the green-light on it.
Still, his mind kept going back to Alexis, trying to calibrate that she was the one who gave birth to him and the woman he spent his whole life believing to be his biological mother was actually a kidnapping abuser who never loved him and only ever took him to harm him. The more he let himself think about it, the more he realised until he came to New York, he had never been loved. Possibly his grandparents in Chicago felt something like love towards him but it had always been in the sense they were just putting up with him because his ‘mother’ had been a drug addict prostitute and they felt obligated. He was so dissociated from his childhood that it felt like someone else’s memories now, but the pain of the abuse was still there. You couldn’t erase that from your mind if you survived it. That wasn’t how it worked.
( He pulled himself back out of the whir of thoughts he got caught up in and finished his can of Diet Coke, squashing the can and shoving it on the floor beside his messenger bag... )
LOG, COMPLETE