Warning: Swearing. No real spoilers (unless you haven't watched Season Three...).
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost.
Summary: Juliet doesn't listen to Edmund anymore.
"Don't worry your pretty little head."
Juliet cannot remember who told her that, (was it Edmund? It probably was.) and it comes to mind as she walks to Ben's charming little home, clutching a secret that would ruin him in her hands. He has cancer. Spinal cancer. She disobeys Edmund, and worries her pretty little head, so much it makes her brain explode.
What about Rachel? Ben lied to her when he told her that she was going to be fine. She shouldn't be surprised, but that level of betrayal and treachery at this point just makes her want to cry. It makes her want to hurt him, she realizes.
She's in his house now, showing him the scan, screaming, Why didn't you tell me?! His face remains unmoved, impassive, and cold. Despite her refusal to give him the satisfaction of making her cry, she can feel her eyes watering, overflowing. Suddenly, the dam breaks and she wails and screeches like a fucking animal; noises no human should make.
There's a butcher knife, not five inches away from the tips of her fingers, and it takes every ounce of willpower in her not to pick it up, and fulfill every sick, twisted fantasy that has crossed her mind in the last three years since she has met Benjamin Linus.
She doesn't look at him as he leaves her, disgusted. She doesn't do what she wants to do, she doesn't kill him, and doesn't listen to Edmund.
She just cries her pretty little head off.