TAKE ME ANYWHERE BUT HERE

[blake t. sykes]

secret love, my escape, take me far far away
secret love, are you there?

A fifteen year old Blake huffed as he stomped out of his mansion and towards the gate. Summers had become one of the most hated things for the Slytherin. It was bad enough that he had to come home, but the fact that he had to be face-to-face with his father was worse. He hated nothing more than his house. The only actual good thing about returning home was that he could make sure his squib sister was okay. Which, speaking of, was part of the reason the boy was breathing fast and glaring at anything he looked at. It had started when he was going to take his sister out of the house for an “adventure” because she had always enjoyed the unknown, but his dad yelled that she didn’t exist and the outside world was to have them stay dead to them. The part that got to him hadn’t been his dad yelling, however. The part that got to him was the fact that he wasn’t kidding- the outside world thought that she was dead. When his parents found out that she was a squib, they didn’t want to disown her because of the fact that they would look like bad parents. Blake snorted at the thought. Look? Ha! If only everyone knew. His parents had decided that instead of disowning her and making themselves look bad, telling people that she committed suicide was much better. There was a large part of Blake that wanted to tell the truth to everyone, but he knew that would only aggravate is father more and because of the fact that he had to go back to school soon enough, that wasn’t something he wanted to do. Turning when he got to a particular mansion down the street, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was going when he had left the house but his brain had subconsciously took over his direction as he fumed. Curling his hands into a fist, he squeezed. Oh what he would give to punch his father out. At times, there was nothing more he would like to do but unfortunately, he had to control himself. Two more years and he could get himself and his sister out of the house and into their own, far away from where he could ever do them any damage. Blake could barely even imagine not having as much stress as he did because of the fact that he was so used to always having the worry on his mind. To be honest, Blake felt guilty even going to school.

The gala’s around the area that Blake’s family resided in were known for their huge, well, everything. Nothing about the living situation was small. The houses were big even for mansions and the yards stretched acres wide. The yard that he had walked onto belonged to the Macnair family. They were close with his family and had a daughter that he was friends with. There were things that went on in his life that he trusted her with, like his father’s real personality and the truth about the disaster he lived, and then there were things in her life that she trusted him with. It was a good trust connection that they had going on, and to be honest it had helped Blake cope with many things he wouldn’t have dealt with well on his own. Unaware of where he really was, there was too much going on in his mind to have him paying any attention whatsoever; auto-pilot had complete control over him at this point. Walking straight passed the house; he hadn’t headed up the large path and to the front door. Instead, he walked beside the house and towards the large backyard. Mumbling to himself, he cussed a few times under his breath. From people looking in, he probably looked much like a mental patient who talked to themselves. To him, on the other hand, it made complete and utter sense. He was pissed, and a good way to blow off steam was to just let whatever you were feeling out in any way that you could. Being near unable to contain himself with the words, it was a resort that helped him avoid violence or screaming all his thoughts up into the sky for anyone miles away to hear. Blake was sure he had enough anger into him to go quite loud. Walking for a good five minutes, Blake came to a stop only when he was forced too, in a way. A loud smack could be heard as the dark haired boy crashed into a tree. Falling down on his arse, he cussed again and stared at the sky for a moment. Instead of getting up and continuing, he let himself breath and took the tree as a sign that he should take a minute and gather himself before he walked his way to China and back. No matter how much he wanted to get away, there was more than just himself he had to worry about. A lot more.

Rummaging through is pant pocket, Blake pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Blake wasn’t a smoker. He hadn’t ever taken a drag before, nor had he thought about even starting. However, this was all before everything started. When shit rang up the Eiffel tower, there were many days that he thought about it. Having stolen a pack from his father, he stared at the package blankly. If he started, he knew that he wouldn’t stop. No matter how bad it tasted, if it relaxed him even in the slightest way he would look for that release over and over again. Flipping open the top, he pulled one out. Pulling a lighter out of his other pocket, he wasn’t old enough to use magic outside of school during the holidays yet so he had to stick to muggle gadgets. Lighting it up, Blake brought it up to his mouth and took a long, sweet drag. From this day forward, it would be one of his guilty pleasures and no matter what it was doing to his system, he didn’t have a desire to stop and get a full cleanse of healthiness going. It was only when a twig snapped that he went out of his thoughts and more to his surroundings. Still relaxed, he turned his torso to the side and watched as a brunette walked towards him. His friend was a beauty that was for sure. Feeling glad to see her, he took another drag and put on a slight smile over his still sharp eye. ”Hello Jas.” he spoke, his voice cracking a little. To this day, he hadn’t cried in front of her. That wasn’t something he found that he wanted to change, either.

tagged • jasleen macnair
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tunes • anywhere but here - mayday parade
notes • first blake post!
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[jasleen s. macnair]

she was locked in, trapped, and there was no way she could escape this recurrent nightmare of hers. since she had been old enough to know why her parents wanted to keep her near their house and wouldn’t let her see too many people at the same time, she was convinced they had installed some kind of detector that would tell them her exact position every second of the day.. and night. yes, they were that paranoid. apparently, they only wanted to keep their only daughter safe. however, the young girl always thought that she, in fact, knew better. the only real reason they kept her inside was because they were ashamed that they had created such a weak human being. oh, if people would have heard that, people who knew the family and such, most of them would have simply said that it was completely wrong and that they really wanted to keep the poor thing safe, safe from the world and safe from herself. however, most of them also knew how richard macnair, the girl’s father, had always been used to excelling in most things he tried. no, in fact, in everything he tried. the man was flat out perfect and so creating a daughter who had such health problems must have been quite disappointing to him, don’t you think? or, at least, if he was not disappointed in her as the human being she was, wouldn’t he have been disappointed in the fact that she failed in everything that required to be around more than three people at a time, even though these things weren’t all that important to succeed in life, most of the time? then, most people who knew the macnairs simply would have shrugged, saying that richard loved his daughter with all his heart, even though there were some things that she simply could not do. he accepted her for who she was. but then again, those didn’t live in the macnair’s mansion with him, every single day of the year since fifteen years. they didn’t have to put up with the faces he made whenever there was an event in the pureblood society of wizards that normally would have required the whole family to go to. however, the young girl’s condition would not allow her to even have the possibility to go. therefore, the family would look greatly separated from one another, something that felt quite like a failure to richard.

jasleen was not ignorant enough to completely miss the fact that her father was disappointed, greatly. in fact, she wasn’t ignorant at all. she could see it with both of her eyes and thus had to escape from those four walls without really leaving them. she was attached to the house, forced to stay on its grounds during the summer. and even when she was at school, she barely ever had the chance to leave her room or the school, unless she snuck out. she had thought that, as the years went by, her parents would have understood that she was perfectly able to realise when the situation became too much for her. plus, her poor little heart, as the doctor had called it when she was still a child, could handle much more today than it could back then. the standards had changed, but it seemed that richard and paula had stayed stuck in time and refused to make their way forward, with their daughter along their side. they prefered to try and keep her with them. however, they would soon need to realise that all they did was push her away more and more as they did not accept the fact that she was growing up, that she was becoming a young woman instead of still being that young girl they had protected not so long ago. and that was the main reason why jasleen was glad that she had a friend to who she could actually go whenever she felt like she needed some time away from home. blake and her understood each other even though they were not going through the same thing at all. they both knew what it felt like not to feel at home in their own house, with their very own family. they both wanted a way to escape and had found that in one another. both being from pureblood families and living almost next doors from one another had allowed them to get to know each other when they were quite young and thus already know someone when they had left for hogwarts for their very first year. since her youngest age, blake had always been one of the only people she was actually allowed to invite over or even go to his house. they shared, according to the young woman, the best of friendships. one of confidents, that was. it meant that they helped each other through any challenge that life might have thrown their way. as long as they were together, nothing could have touched them. she had liked to think so whenever they spent time together when they were little.

and now? well, since jasleen had never really been allowed to live her life to its fullest and thus was never able to socialize with peers of her age, hogwarts was not really all that fun for her. she had trouble being around others and would most likely withdraw from the small society of students at school. she would stay in her corner and watch. however, blake was always there to pull her out of it and help her. and she did the same for him. so when she walked outside of her house to take her very first stroll of the day and saw him, sitting in front of her parents great oak tree with something that looked like a cigarette hanging from his hand, her only reaction was to frown and walk faster. she could not exactly blame him for trying something that had the power to relax him knowing all that he was going through at home. however, she also could not help but to be disappointed. for the last decade or so that they had known each other, she had always thought that blake was the strongest of them and seeing him give up like that just meant that she had been wrong all that time. alright, maybe she was overreacting, but she definitely was upset. however, she did not act at all like it when she stood next to him and looked down, both of her hands on her hips. she shook her head a little as he saluted her but sat down next to him without a word, simply pulling the phone her parents had given her in case of emergencies out of her pocket and setting it down next to her. she barely even knew how to use the thing. how was she supposed to even call them if something was wrong? what’s up, blake? she murmured gently as she turned a little on her sport to actually see him. her eyes wandered over his face. she didn’t even need to ask what was going on. she already knew that it had to do with his father and sister. but whatever it might have been, he needed to talk about it, whether he wanted to admit it or not. she would just have to wait until he made his mind up.

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tagged , for mister blake treston sykes, aka shaylaaaaa.
music , errythang on mah comp, yo.
outfit , clickers, bby.
words , one two three eight.
notes , i have a feeling this is going to be just freakingly awesomeeeeee oh yeah, and sorry it took so long D : hope it was worth the wait.

[blake t. sykes]

secret love, my escape, take me far far away
secret love, are you there?

Out of everything a person could say to a friend, the one thing he hated hearing was “story of my life.” Blake had, in the far past, talked vaguely to somebody just to rant things off of his mind. It was when they said that statement when he got up, grunted and walked away with a roll of his eyes. They didn’t even know half of it. The trouble with his parents that he had mentioned to his friend? Well, his was a little different than assumed. There was no trouble involving chores. His family had a elf or two for that. Nothing that involved grounding; their consequences were taken to a whole different level. His parents were still together, and he only wished that they were separated, and even the people who had parents in and out of rehab didn’t have it as bad? Why not? Blake looked at it this way. Even if they weren’t around and the parent or parents had issues with drugs or alcohol, they were in rehab to get better. They were making some sort of progress and had help. With his family, his parents had no help, were in denial and his mum stood around while Kelvin (his dad) beat the children who made him angry, and then his littlest sister just because she was alive. Blake felt like every day that he woke up; there wasn’t a second where he didn’t want to scream. Out of all the lives he could have been born into, it was this that was chosen for him. Blake was glad that he could protect his sister, yes, but besides that it was stressful, painful (literally) and home wasn’t even a safe place. In a funny (yet not so funny if you really thought about it) way, right where he was sitting at this very moment was his safe place. He had been friends with Jas for so long, that anywhere she was near he felt content, or else knew that he could be settled and near someone who really did understand, and had somewhat of a story that he could relate too. Although he hadn’t spoken it out loud, ever, Blake knew that if he didn’t have Jas as his safe haven he would be in a way worse place than he was right now. She had done a lot for him, whether she was aware of it or not. For both of them, home was more like hell to be outright blunt.

Jas was like a third sister to him. When it came to his two real sisters, there was such a big story difference that Blake really never put into perspective because of the fact that his mind was always so full in the first place. Sitting there taking another drag from his smoke, he stared at two trees in front of him. From first glance, they were similar. Looking at them for a little longer, they actually had a lot that was different. Taking his time sitting there to put his sister’s relationships with him into perspective, he noticed the same pattern there. With his squib sister, he was really close. Blake spent every moment of his days at the house making sure that she was okay, that she was getting feed and had a comfy place to sleep. He kept an eye on his dad to see what type of moods he was in at particular times to see if it was possible to sneak his sister out of the house for some air, as that was the number one house rule of what NOT to do; since his sister was supposed to be deceased, if somebody were to spot her outside there would be questions and rumors flying around within the blink of an eye. He had promised her that, one day when they moved out of the house, they would tell the truth to the world and she wouldn’t have to live the shitty life she did. He wanted more for her than that- she, as well as anyone else, deserved a better life than she was receiving. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t perform magic, it was really their father’s genes. Blake was tempted to bring this up too, but he was sure he’d get a good smack if he even dared. Letting a bitter laugh escape his lips as he pictured the scenario, he shook his head and stared at the package the cigarettes came in. It was then that his thoughts moved to his second sister, the one that wasn’t as young and did have the same abilities as he himself did. Blake noticed now that he hadn’t actually paid much attention to her. She stayed out of their fathers way, so therefore she needed no protecting from him. The Slytherin knew that if she did, he would be there but she wasn’t his main priority. How did that make her feel? Blake knew, glancing back at the trees in front of him, that he couldn’t have the heart to ask her and see if they really were so different.

Whatever was going to happen in the future was going to happen no matter what he decided to do. When it came to moving out and getting away from his family, he hadn’t thought about taking his other sister with them. Would she even want to come? Cutting his thoughts short by taking a drag and noticing Jas, he didn’t think anymore on it because it was right then that she spoke. ”I had to get away.”

[/b] he told her truthfully. Being able to let what he was thinking out was great. The fact that he didn’t have to bead around the bushes saved him a lot of work, and a lot of time that he didn’t have to be alone in what was going on. When you lived lives that the two young teens here did, you couldn’t just hold it in. Okay, so you could. Doing such a thing was never smart though, as eventually, you blew. Over time, the teenager boy had noticed that his temper was getting slightly more irritable and easy to set off, but he also had noticed and done something about it. Smoking was his way of doing something, really, and he knew and promised himself that no matter how angry he got, he wouldn’t go physical. No one would ever take pain for his unhappiness. Life may not be fair, but the preventable that wasn’t fair that could happen from Blake wasn’t going too. He was making sure of this. Glancing back into his best friends eyes, he let out a sigh. ”I need a hug.”[/b] he admitted, not really ashamed but at the same time unsure at how he admitted it so freely. Yes, he trusted Jas with everything but he always did try and stay tough around her, even if not as tough as when around others.
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tagged • jasleen macnair
words • 1160
tunes • nadda.
notes • not my best : \
credit • caution for graphics<3

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[jasleen s. macnair]

most people just did not get the situation she was in, really. they thought they knew everything about overprotective parents, how the kept their child always in sight and control their child’s every single movement. but they did not understand the absolutely extreme situation in which the young witch was in with the people who had conceived her. she was supposed to handle being treated like the most fragile thing on earth, like she was about to break at any second of they day. however, the truth was that she was probably stronger than most people who looked at her like she was this poor porcelain doll who needed to be protected from all these things life might have thrown at her. they were suffocating her and so it was normal for her to be constantly searching for a way out. her cousins, nicolette and olivia, and her best friend, blake, had helped her through everything. but mostly blake. she would always go to him if she needed to talk to someone and no one else. he didn’t act like he knew the best possible way to solve her problems, like everything could be solved by simply clapping his hands together. he listened. and wasn’t that what every single person who had problems needed, after all? she didn’t need everyone telling her that things would turn out just fine, that things would get better soon enough mainly because she knew that, deep down, they simply would not. and she prefered being completely honest with herself instead of keeping telling herself all these lies on how her life really was not managed, controlled by herself, but by her parents. her every move of every day was being watched. she felt constantly oppressed by all this. however, somehow, blake managed to take that away whenever they were together. becoming one of his best friends was definitely one of the best decisions she had taken in her rather short life so far, even though it wasn’t exactly a decision. anyway, she was glad that it had happened. some could not have possibly understood what was going on here. it was definitely not like if they had been flirting at all, at least to jasleen. to her, it was absolutely a brother and sister relationship in which they understood each other in most possible ways. and it definitely was not one sided in the way that she was the one who did all the talking and he simply sat there, listening. they both understood what the other was going through even though their situations were definitely not the same.

somehow, helping him through rough times also helped her get through her own. she stopped thinking about how she felt in her very own position and would put herself in his for the time she spent with him when he needed her. they were there for one another. have you ever known someone so much that you knew you could rely on them no matter what? she definitely felt like such a strong bond had been developped between the two of them along the years they had spent as neighbours, along the years they had learned to get to know one another that they could tell each other just about anything they might have wanted to tell the other. of course, they would have secrets that they somehow felt they needed to hide from one another. every single human being sometimes felt good about hiding some things from the ones they loved. they liked to know that there were some things about them which were personal. she used to call them her dirty little secrets, small things about herself she knew she would not ever share with anyone because they were hers. everyone had those. however, when it came to jasleen, she usually would hide much more than necessary with others. she would not even give them the chance to get to know her, most of the time. she would push most of them away, refusing to let any person in would most likely work pretty well. she only opened up to people she had known for a long time. and even from them, most of the things that really mattered about her would stay hidden. well, unless your name was blake sykes. she felt so comfortable when she was around him that she did not feel the need to keep anything hidden. it was in people’s nature to judge everyone by the first impression they had on you, by what you thought you knew of them. and she hated that about people. jasleen kept telling herself that this was the reason she would always push every single person away, when, in fact, she perfectly knew that it was only because she was scared. however, we have already been over that part. the important thing was that blake and her shared a special understanding kind of friendship that could have only worked in their particular world. it was mainly why, when she saw him sitting in front of one of the numerous trees in her yard, she immediately knew that something was up with him and she did not lose any second, asking him straight away what was on his mind.

she worried about him, like he probably worried about her when he did not have all those things on his mind. she didn’t blame him. she could only imagine how hard things were as of now for the boy. in fact, she didn’t even want to imagine. she definitely could understand the answer he gave her to her short question. she did not need any further explications. it was all clear in her mind why he had had to get away from his place, to change his mind even if it was only for a few minutes. she understood it so well because she had wanted to do just the same when she had headed outside of her house. as she saw him glance at her from the corner of her eye, she turned again to look at him, sighing slightly at his request but not making any comment about it. if that was what he needed, she was more than glad to give it to him, if it meant helping him out. the young witch wrapped her thin arms around the boy’s body, resting her head lightly on his shoulder and shuffling closer so that they would both be more comfortable. do you need to talk? she asked in a small voice as she stared down at her shoes, being unable to look at much anything else than just that right now. but she did not mind. not at all in fact. this was helping her probably just as much as it was helping him, if not much more. for once, she felt that someone really was there for her. or, at least, she thought so. if that wasn’t the case, well, it would probably only have thickened the practically unbreakable shell she already had wrapped around her body.

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tagged , for mister blake treston sykes, aka shaylaaaaa.
music , errythang on mah comp, yo.
outfit , clickers, bby.
words , one one seven six.
notes , fhrueihguihguiehgtr, it takes me way too long to reply to these things.

[blake t. sykes]

secret love, my escape, take me far far away
secret love, are you there?

growing up as a child, the world had seemed like such a beautiful space. it was a shame he had to age and become aware that it was such an overrated lie. most things in life weren't as they seemed. an old man shovelling dirt into a wheelbarrow may look innocent when in reality, he's waiting for a child to walk by so that he can smash him over the head and drag him into his house when nobody's looking. a guy driving down the street in a van with a normal sized door and one long door on the right side has his car called a 'pedophile van' as he goes by when in reality, he's a doctor that saves lives daily and drives around a car that isn't expensive so he can raise his children and support his life with good money, while still donating to charities. books had to be looked into before they were judged; the same went for people. the world could be a sick place. one of those being unfortunately located in the Sykes family household. one of his biggest problems with it being his family, as that it was his sister that was the squib, not him. Blake didn't care about his magic as much as his sister. and that wasn't going to say that he didn't love it. as he did. how wicked was it to be able to make objects float? that's right, fucking wicked. anybody who was selfish enough to keep magic over saving their family was, in Blake's mind, in need of being killed. Blake Treston Sykes was a selfish person. he thought about himself quite often, acted like an asshole and slept with a countless amount of women. yet he still had it in him to not even question that, if given the chance, he'd do it without blinking to have it sink in. he had to admit that he had dreamt, both in his sleep and day-dreamt, about just hiring an hit man to kill his father but as much as he hated the man, he couldn't. something held him back. what it was he wasn't sure of, but he'd keep thinking of it. life without his father had to be great. the fact that he would start beating his child and getting drunk constantly because he fathered a squib was ridiculous. unnecessary. unacceptable, as well as many other things to vile to speak of.

"would it be awful of me to not call my dad, dad? because i think i'm going to call him the asshole. and to his say, nothing. do you think i can just.. stop contact? somehow not talk to him ever again? the thought was nice, however it seemed highly unlikely. no matter how useless it was, at times Blake would try and talk sense into his father when he was sober the rare morning, before his sister got out of bed and tried to sneak into the kitchen for food. Blake had noticed it was a routine she was starting to get into. he had promised her that morning that he would start taking her food so that she didn't have to wake up to fear the second she opened her eyes. eventually he would change it. someday. even if it was the last thing he could accomplish. deep down, Blake worried that somehow he would turn out to be like his father. at gala's, comments were constant saying that he was a mirror image of his father, turning out to be "just like him." he hated when people said it, and his stomach never could settle as it was repeated again and again, especially after seeing his father smirk at the fact. he would love to have breed an mini-him asshole. but he didn't want that. no. he would be a better man.. if only in a few ways. "jassie.. please. please. please. promise me you will never let me turn out like him." he whispered, swallowing back the lump that had risen in his throat. there were people out there, and he knew it for a fact, that claimed that "they didn't need friends." it was complete bullshit. everybody needs a friend. Blake honestly wasn't sure what he would if he didn't have Jasleen. the thought alone was bad enough. imaging it was harder. it happening would probably be near unbearable. he could believe that he'd break, easily, if she wasn't around to hold him together when he lost it at times like now. growing the sense of comfortable that they had with each other took years- and trust- which Blake didn't want to have to do again. opening up sucked. so why would he do it again?

sliding his arm around jasleen's small figure, he held her close. she was a sister to him, through and through. they were thick as blood, even if they didn't have that tie internally. it was only what they knew and thought that mattered anyway. no one else's input would ever matter. they weren't involved in the friendship. they couldn't understood what had brought the two together in the first place. that was why the friendship was so special. leaning his head on hers, it may have looked like there was more going on between them but there wasn't. he couldn't even imagine looking at her that way, really. although his mind wasn't on girls at the moment, at all, in the sense of 'more than a friend' or even just as a 'fuck' buddy. right now his mind was consumed by unhappiness and confusion. "i do." he replied solemnly with a very slight nod of his head. where would he begin, though? there was so much.. as always. when it came to his family, it was never a case of something small. they went all out. whether it was with the size of their family (not that they compared to the rowlè`s), their house or the drama that was created. nothing could ever be simple. sighing, Blake stared down at his lap, closing his eyes for a moment before uttering only a few words; the main thing that was on his mind. "i don`t know why this happened to her and not me.." and that was it. the truth. the only strong stream constantly running through the complex brain of his. nothing more.

tagged • jasleen macnair
words • 1062
tunes • my little girl - tim mcgraw.
notes • it sucks.. bad
credit • caution for graphics<3