[right][sub][color=lightgray]Timestamp: After My Anchor
Location: The Osso's Main House[/color][/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent]Sitting in front of the Osso house, Lydia sat in her parked white 2018 Honda Accord gathering herself. It’s been months since she last saw Robert. Sure, they walked past each other in town and waved, but other than that, she avoided him. They had a messy past and she didn’t know how she’d react if he did that thing where he saw behind her mask and tried to get her to talk. 

There was nothing to talk about. 

They tried to date twice already and they both ended the same way where they mutually decided this wasn’t going to work, where they mutually decided the best route to happiness was protecting the other. Even if it was against her true desires. She knew he deserved better. Someone less broken. Someone that wouldn’t trigger his PTSD and make him feel more shitty than he already felt about himself. Someone not her. 

Her most recent client, Theodora, reminded her so much of her younger self. A girl whose hand was forced because of the cards dealt to her. So much so that she didn’t get much sleep recently. Nightmares of her childhood friend, who should’ve known better, hanging herself from her fan, above her bed, leaving Lydia to pick up the broken pieces. Nightmares of her mother in her coffin, after she was shot to death from a domestic abuse call. Nightmares of her father never seeing how desperately she needed him to be a father. Nightmares of her bleeding out, needing a soldier to carry her because she didn’t know how much she could keep doing this. She didn’t know how much longer she could fight. Nightmares of Bobby putting a gun to his head because of his own trauma and her not being able to save him, like he’s saved her countless times. Nightmares. 

If she was being honest with the kid, she’d tell her it doesn’t get better. One day, you will find a purpose, maybe you’ll seek to help people heal mentally, like she tried, maybe you’ll become a teacher, but whatever you choose, that was only a bandage to cover up your wounds. Novacaine to take away the overwhelming sensations, and promise you, you won’t feel a thing. 

Her job gave her something to do, kept her busy. It was her way of quieting the beast because at least she was helping people that needed it. Really though, when you’re alone at night, with grief, loneliness, and pain, in an apartment too big for one person, drinking whiskey in hopes it’ll help you sleep, the demons creep their way back into your dreams. The throbbing migraine that is all your unresolved issues is simply a reminder that you’re not strong. You choose to ignore it because somehow, you’ve convinced yourself that is the best way to live. Lydia didn’t need a kiss goodnight. She didn’t need someone to constantly tell her things were going to be alright, She didn’t need anyone.  

[i][color=027c1b]When I was scared, I would imagine myself building a wall around me. So big, so tall, and so incredibly strong. You do that too, Theo? It’s okay, it’s okay, I understand. Sometimes you need a wall to feel safe and you should not feel ashamed of that. It makes you tougher than other kids. A builder. And when you find people that have shown you they’re not going to hurt you, then that’s when you can bring them in, but until then, it’s okay to add more bricks. It’s okay to keep building because that makes you safe and so, so very strong. It makes you who you are and I think who you are is pretty cool.[/color][/i] 

Bringing her mind back to present, Lydia exited her car and dialed Sofia’s number. She looked toward the house and listened to the phone ring. [color=027c1b]“Okay, little shit, you better pick up.”[/color] Glancing up at the sky, she felt a little droplet on her cheek. When the insufferable teen that was a mini version of her best friend didn’t pick up, Lydia muttered to herself, [color=027c1b]“Fuck me.”[/color]

Meanwhile after putting a Power Ranger bandaid on her little Aurora’s right knee, she tripped playing tag with her brother and had just recovered from a meltdown, Clarissa smothered her daughter with kisses before releasing her. Aurora was quick to grab a small foam sword and hunt for Christian, like a knight ready to slay a dragon. Her dragon being her twin. Picking herself up from kneeling by the couch, Clari noticed a familiar white car outside. Peering through the curtains, Clarissa could see her friend trying to call someone. [color=c12d67]“Bobby, Lyds is here! I hope she’s okay. I’ll go see… oh nevermind, she’s coming to the door.” [/color]

Bobby was punching a hole through his training bag when Clari called his name. Lydia was at the door. Lydia was the first person Robert Osso met when he and his family arrived in Edenridge twenty years ago. The first time they encountered one another, the Osso family had just finished moving into their big house, Clari was baking cookies for the new neighbours with their mom and Sienna. Anthony, was only a baby at the time and was dozing to the dulcet sounds of their father asleep and snoring on the couch. The family was preoccupied which meant Bobby could go for a cigarette. He wondered at the time if Massachusetts convenience stores sold to minors like the ones back in New Jersey. He fled the house to explore the new neighbourhood, cancer-stick in hand when he bumped into a dark haired girl on the street, Lydia. She had been forever in his life from that moment forward.

In high school, Bobby's silence and new boy status initially made him a target for the strange elitists of Edenridge High. With clenched fists and a bitten tongue he stayed quiet. There was no reason to rock the boat. Then someone mocked Lydia and the loss of her friend. Emma Reed. That was enough for Robert to pick up the baseball bat that would soon become synonymous with his name and crack it over the head of Grayson Elliott. Some said it caused the young boy some brain damage, he was a stripper now going by the name Cinnamon and Robert earned the name Bobby Batters. Nobody messed with him or Lydia after that. She was his world.

When the war called his name, he made the decision to leave her behind, not one that he took lightly but definitely one he regretted making every single day of his life since. He wiped the sweat off of his arms and chest with a towel and pulled on a plain white tank. Why would Lyd’s be here? Maybe she picked Ricky up off the road, she would do stuff like that and he definitely owed that curly haired little fuck a kick in the ass for all that Sofia business. Making his way and joining his sister at the door, Bobby opened it swiftly to greet his old flame. [color=a30382]“Hi.”[/color]

Lydia’s goal was to make this quick so she could return to Cat and keep her company. Lord knows the rest of their friends were driving her crazy. Lydia could only imagine how the sleepover was going, likely with Cat wanting some peace of mind and the rest of them wanting to party. That’s something she and Cat bonded over. Sure, they had their moments but compared to their friends, they seemed more put together. They were the sane ones, and that says a lot since Lydia and Cat found themselves drowning in booze every other day. 

Harper always had some new stressful story about her family — the Quinns were infamous on Grove Street. Somehow they never failed to find new ways to fuck things up. Vanessa painted herself out to have the most perfect life with a loving husband, behaved children, and a flourishing business, but really she was a freak on a leash, settled too early and absolutely miserable for it. Then there was Brooke. Brooke would do anything to get ahead, even if it meant sleeping with a man she could care less about because he’s the one that puts money in her pockets. Compared to their friends, Cat and Lydia were goddamn saints, really just struggling with their self worth and trauma. 

When Bobby answered the door, Lydia was taken aback by his stature and the sweat glistening on his skin. It’s been awhile since she gave herself an opportunity to look at him up close and personal and phew, he still looked hot as ever. That was not what she was here for. As much as she did appreciate his body, and his package, and everything else really, she was here with the sole purpose of getting Sofia out of deep shit. Well, more like lessening the blow because the moment Cat finds out, things might go nuclear. [color=027c1b]“Hi.”[/color] 

Clarissa was quick to poke her head from behind her large and in charge big brother. [color=c12d67]“Lydia!!! It’s so good to see you.”[/color] 

[color=027c1b]“It’s good to see you too, Clari, and…”[/color] Lydia’s eyes — bright, bold, and beautiful — and the sweet hue of spring clover scanned up Robert’s body to meet his gaze, [color=027c1b]“Bobby.”[/color] Wrapping her arms around her, in a way where it looked like she was cold, but really she was hugging herself to keep it together (a coping mechanism Bobby knew well), Lydia gave her oh-so-professional smile and asked, not beating around the bush, [color=027c1b]“Is Sofia here? She texted me that she was.”[/color] There was a sinking feeling inside her that told her the little devil had tricked her, probably to save face. 

Bobby knew every tell that Lydia had. The curse of twenty years of knowledge. He knew that she was uncomfortable around him in such ways, why did he answer the door like this? He knew what reaction he would get; Idiot. He had to salvage this meeting, the last thing Bobby wanted was for Lyds to be uncomfortable. The problem though was her last words about Sofia. What kind of shit had Ricky gotten into this time? He had a hard enough time over the years reigning Oz in from his wild tendencies, he didn’t need another weight on his shoulders in Ricky. 

[color=a30382]“She was,”[/color] The former Marine responded in his usual blunt tone. Luckily for him, in the same way he knew what Lydia’s body language meant, she knew exactly what his voice carried in it. [color=a30382]“Apparently for a few days actually. We sent her home a little while ago, with Ricky and my mothers dog.”[/color] Bobby turned to look at his younger sibling who as usual had her head in the clouds. [color=a30382]“Clari, go put the kettle on, grab me a shirt and call Andy, make sure he’s out of the way of this storm. Please?”[/color] Taking a step to one side, he let his pale blue eyes linger on Lydia for a moment before waving her inside. [color=a30382]“Come in, we’ll figure this out.”[/color]

One didn’t refuse an invite from Bobby Batters. He had a commanding presence so when he said jump, you asked how high. Clari beamed brightly, excited for the company, [color=c12d67]“Will do! Oh and Lyds, I’m making cherry cobbler. You absolutely have to stay for dinner. Wouldn’t want you out in the storm anyways.”[/color] With that, Clarissa was quick to take her phone out to call her husband, and proceeded into the kitchen.

[color=027c1b]“No, no it’s fine. I think I know where she is,”[/color] Lydia quickly responded, glancing over her shoulder and seeing it hadn’t rain yet. This wouldn’t be the first time Sofi has done something like this and it always ended at the same place: at her grandparents. From the information that Bobby divulged, it was clear to Lydia that Sofia wasn’t handling the divorce well. Not because she didn’t want it to happen but with how much it’s been dragged out. If anyone witnessed Tommaso being abusive to Cat, it would be her, and as such Sofia did what Cat would do when she was a teen. Run away. Run from her problems and drown herself in whatever vice she had. Taking a step back, Lydia dismissed herself (the one person who wasn’t so obedient to Bobby’s demands), [color=027c1b]“My parents live a couple blocks away, I can get to them easy. I’m sure I can beat the storm.”[/color]

[color=a30382]“Lydia,”[/color] Bobby tensed slightly. [color=a30382]“Don’t be a fool. Come in the house before…”[/color] As if the Gods themselves were listening, the heavens opened above the pair of former lovers and they wept upon them. The downpour was heavy and sudden, like an overpowered faucet onto a marble sink. [color=a30382]“You were saying? Come on, get in here.”[/color] Bobby took a hold of her arm firmly but not tightly. He would never hurt her. Never. He guided her into the Osso house and closed the door behind them. [color=a30382]“Clari! We’re gonna need a towel and maybe some of your clothes!”[/color] Turning to face Lydia once more, he offered a smile, a rarity when it came to Robert Osso. [color=a30382]“Go get dried off. I’ll be in the den.”[/color]

It was a good thing she didn’t believe in God because she’d be cursing him right then and now. She stopped believing after her mother died. As Bobby walked away, coming from the kitchen was not Clarissa, but Sissy with a towel. With a blank expression, she placed it on the other woman’s head. Lydia looked at the young woman in silence, before drying her hair and holding onto the towel.

When Bobby was gone, Lydia sighed in relief. The other Osso sister was quick to notice the slight motion and tilted her head, [color=7164c6]“Do you want a drink? And I don’t mean what Clari is making.”[/color]

[color=027c1b]“Yes, please,”[/color] Lydia whispered, not knowing how long she was going to last being under the same roof as her ex. 

[color=7164c6]“He misses you,”[/color] Sienna assured. Her flat voice made her seem unamused but Lydia knew better. Lydia knew after the accident, Sissy would never feel the same or act the same, but she also knew that Sissy tried her hardest, everyday, to go about her life as if she understood what everyone was going through. She chose to handle the people she loved in a social pattern, closing in on any signs of emotion, whether through facial expression or action but that was because she had no choice. She couldn’t feel or at least, it took her a very long time to feel, so understanding what Bobby was going through right now and what Lydia was going through right now was beyond her. Still, she wanted to help. 

Sissy was quick to notice the tension between her older brother and his ex lover. Any Osso could if they chose to watch. They’d been like this for years, not sitting down and talking things out. She wondered if her brother even wanted to. He still clearly cared for the woman and yet, they chose to stay apart. The accident gave her a new perspective in things, thinking back when Astrid was uncertain if Sissy even cared about her. When there is a complete void of emotion, it makes you appreciate what you once had and try to make sure that person knows you’d choose them again and again and again, even if you couldn’t show it. She missed the days when she was angry, sad, happy, and all other emotions in between. It’s easier to hurt someone’s feelings when you aren’t aware of how you even feel, so she chose to focus on how everyone else felt and act accordingly. 

The thing about her brother and his old flame was, they felt too deeply. Overwhelmed by their own grief, anger, and pain, they chose to look inward instead of what was right in front of them. Sissy hoped one day they could try again and this time, stick it out. They both were strong people who deserved someone to hold them when they couldn’t hold themselves. Them together always made sense. Sadly, sometimes things that were meant to be, never be. 

Lydia didn’t know what Sissy wanted her to say to that. To the fact that Robert missed her. Instead of saying anything, Lydia gave a quiet smile. It didn’t take Sissy too long to get the message. Lydia wasn’t someone who easily admitted her feelings. There were only two people capable of getting her to talk and that was the man waiting for her in the den and Caterina Belmonte. 

Nodding to Lydia, Sissy took a step back to give her space, [color=7164c6]“You know where Clari’s room is. I’ll make sure you have a drink waiting for you with my brother.”[/color] When Sissy walked away, in the same direction of the den, Lydia stared up at the ceiling. Her day was about to take a turn for the worse. She could feel it. 

In time, she was changed into Clari’s white tank, pink plaid pajama pants, and brown knitted cardigan sweater. Taking a deep breath in, mentally preparing herself, Lydia knocked on the door and cracked it open, exhaling while doing so. [color=027c1b]“Good to come in?”[/color] Why was she asking? Of course she was good to come in. He had told her so. Her anxiety was sitting in her throat and every step she took she became more and more cautious. More and more aware of her situation. This was so unbecoming of her. 

[color=a30382]“Yeah come on in,”[/color] Bobby sat in the red velvet chair by the fireplace, his lips pressed against his knuckles as he stared deep into the flame. He had covered himself with a simple black-T-shirt with the logo for his company, Iron Resolve on the left breast. His arms were still bulging out of the top but he couldn’t do anything about that. Bobby had learned a lot about himself whilst he was in the serve and one of those was that training and fitness were perfect tools for keeping the voices in his head at bay. 

He watched as Lydia gingerly entered the room and took a seat opposite him. The world had changed. Years ago, this very room looked no different but the kids inside it, Bobby and Lydia, they were different. When they were young, they would fool around on the couch, drink Vincent’s classic scotch and eat Capri’s famed lasagne. Now they were adults, with demanding jobs and trauma by tank load.

Before Robert could say another word, the door of the den swung open a second time and instepped a dark haired beauty clad in nothing but her black panties and blue tank. She carried a tray with several glasses on it and smiled at the pair. [color=c67164]“Une sélection de boissons savoureuses pour vous deux,”[/color] She spoke in romantic French with a flawless accent before placing the tray down between them. Her moss coloured eyes fell upon Lydia for a moment, surveying her up and down before turning to Bobby with a grin.

[color=a30382]“I have no idea what you just said, Astrid.”[/color]

[color=c67164]“I said,”[/color] All of a sudden, the woman’s voice shifted into that of a born and bred American. [color=c67164]“A selection of tasty beverages for you both. Broaden your horizons Bobby, God!”[/color] Astrid leaned up and placed her hands on her hips. [color=c67164]“By the way, Sienna just got in touch with your Dad. He and Oz are at the office. Andy is at his store. The only Osso’s not accounted for are Ricky and the mutt. Ok, you two have fun. Au revoir!”[/color] She exclaimed before turning on her heel and sashaying away, slamming the door behind her.

[color=a30382]“What a weird creature she is. Sorry about her. That woman is supposed to be a lawyer.”[/color]

Lydia was stunned for a moment, not because she didn’t know Astrid. No, but more so seeing Astrid outside of her professional mask. Three months ago, Sissy had come by Edenridge Family Studies & Clinic to introduce Astrid to her. Since she only had ten minutes to spare before her next client came in, they kept things short and simple. It warmed Lydia’s heart to think Sissy wanted to show off her girlfriend to her, like she was a little kid with a new toy and that toy was all hers. A smile rose on Lydia’s face when the beautiful french woman sauntered off, confident as can be. 

Relaxing, Lydia reached for a glass and got comfortable by the fire, curling her legs on the couch as she leaned on the arm rest. [color=027c1b]“I think she’s kind of refreshing,”[/color] Lydia took a sip of her drink, resting her gaze on her ex. Since she was going to be stuck here for however long, she might as well make the most of it. 

Come what may.

Her eyebrow rose when she felt her phone vibrate. Keeping her glass in one hand, she pulled it out to see a text from Sofia. She rolled her eyes and made a tsk sound of disapproval, [color=027c1b]“Ricky and Nduja are at the cafe, and Sofi is with Danny at Taz’s,”[/color] Once she tossed her phone to the side, she clasped her hand back on the glass, now holding the scotch with both hands, and shook her head, [color=027c1b]“Knowing her, she probably wanted me to distract you,”[/color] Lydia gently chuckled. God, Sofia was so much like Cat, it was scary sometimes. [color=027c1b]“Is it working? Are you distracted?”[/color] She lightheartedly teased. 

[color=a30382]“You always distract me,”[/color] Bobby spoke through his knuckles before lowering his arm to reach for a drink himself. [color=a30382]“So we’re assuming then that Sofi sent you to stop me from kicking Ricky’s ass for hiding her in our basement for three days. Clever girl, reminds me a lot of Cat when we were in high school.”[/color] He picked up the crystal glass and brought the sweet Scottish malt to his lips. Nectar from the Gods. Bobby didn’t drink much now. He was trying to cut out potential triggers as agreed with his therapist. Although alcohol was something he could enjoy, too much made him sensitive to outside stimuli and all it could take was one sound that was but a touch too loud and that would be it. [color=a30382]“How is Lolly?”[/color]

[color=027c1b]“She’s… coping the best she can,”[/color] Lydia glanced away from her friend, staring into the fire. [color=027c1b]“I’ll ask her tomorrow how therapy went.”[/color] The fireplace brought a dancing glow to the room, as she deeply stared into it, getting lost in the crackling flame. [color=027c1b]“I think she’ll be okay. She doesn’t ever want to talk about that day, but I can see her. She’s restless. I’m sure Shannon will have a breakthrough soon. I just know it.” [/color]

Every morning Lydia visited her family home, and every morning she surveyed the changes, no matter how small. While Lolly couldn’t tell herself, constantly drowning in video games, the fact that she actually came out of her room this morning to say hello was a big improvement. Like she wanted to move and see someone, even if that someone was just her sister. [color=027c1b]“How about you?”[/color] Lydia sipped onto her drink and then leaned forward to place her glass down on the table, [color=027c1b]“The family? Is everything running smoothly in Ossoland?” [/color]

[color=a30382]“Same as it ever was. Dad and Oz running the world. Sienna fixing their paperwork. Clari has been working hard on lesson plans…”[/color] Bobby trailed off for a second as he thought about his own life and what he was up to. [color=a30382]“Hunter and I just landed a new contract for this new hotel they’re building. They want us to prepare the security for it. We’ll make some good money out of that.”[/color] Small talk. God he hated small talk. Well, in reality Bobby hated all talk. Speaking was not his thing. [color=a30382]“I would ask you about work but I know, doctor patient confidentiality,”[/color] Bobby placed his glass back down onto the counter and looked towards his ex, fighting every fiber of his being and trying to keep their time together courteous and civil. [color=a30382]“Twenty years last week I landed here. Time hasn’t flown like they say it does.”[/color]

[color=027c1b]“You think so?”[/color] Lydia crossed her arms once more, locking her green eyes with his blue. [color=027c1b]“I think time went by too fast, seeing how the best years of my life are already gone.”[/color] She didn’t expect a reply, if anything, she would rather sit in silence. Something they both were good at doing. Keeping her wall up, not showing any signs of her thoughts beyond this point, she sighed to herself. Deciding it was time to change gears before someone gets hurt, she asked, [color=027c1b]“Want to watch a movie? I’m going to be here for a while.” [/color]

[color=a30382]“Sure,”[/color] Bobby grabbed the tv remote from the table and tossed it over to his guest before leaning back into his chair. Watching a movie would be a good way to distract themselves from all the unspoken words that they couldn’t say but wished they could. That was their relationship now. Civil. Mature. Unspoken. [color=a30382]“Whatever you’d like. Except the Sandlot. We watched that so many times when we were dating that I legitimately have it ingrained into my brain…”[/color] As he said the words, he could see the big puppy dog eyes that she was giving him. She hadn’t changed really and maybe he hadn’t either..

[color=a30382]“Fine, we can watch Sandlot.”[/color][/indent][/indent]