"…And she's just way too loud and obnoxious."
"Hmm." Justin nodded for about the hundredth time that morning. "So she's something like a mother to you only because you didn't have anyone better, and because you felt indebted."
"Yup, more or less. You remember she punched me that night when Vic died, don't you? Whatever I did so bad to deserve that? She never bothered apologizing to me after that, mind you. Surrogate mother my ass. She's only kind to me when she wanted something, or when I did something that benefits her."
"Hmmm."
"And don't let me start again on her son, Michael… He's never a real friend to me. He never did the right thing or did something to make me a better person. You know that even though I was already an adult I still needed others to straighten me up, but he never did that. He lusted over me for so long, it's pretty disgusting. I gave clear hints to him over and over again that he had zero chance, but do you think he noticed? Nope. He's always there, waiting for me to return his love and bugging me with his whining. And he whines all the time, people can go crazy listening to him. I did everything to help him for so many years, out of pity mind you, yet he still found it okay to say rude things to me after he finally found Ben to replace me with. Whatever Ben sees in him, I wonder. Not that Michael stopped lusting after me; you can still see it in his eyes that he still wants me."
"Hmmm."
"You've always been kind and gentle, never did anything wrong and say anything offending to him, yet he spouts cruel things at you whenever you're around. He never truly acknowledges you as the true love of my life! For so long he treated you like a trick, that I was just fucking you and nothing more. The nerve!"
"Especially since day one you've always tried to convince him and everybody else that I was indeed the love of your life, plus I never once enjoyed poking fun out of him." Justin muttered under his breath.
"Did you say something, Love?"
"No, Brian. I didn't. Go on, tell me more." Justin stood up, left the sofa and walked towards the bathroom, glancing back to let Brian know that he's still listening. Brian kept talking, louder this time, while Justin went inside the bathroom, opened the drug cabinet and took a small bottle out. He took out three pills from the bottle, but then changed his mind and took two more.
"…my son. You know Gus deserves to be loved completely. I love Gus so very much it's almost hard to breathe when I'm with him. I know you love him just as much. He shouldn't be raised by Lindsay who's obsessed with me and only had Gus to tie me to her forever, and/or by aggressive Melanie who always envies me and says those baseless cruel things about me. You know ever since Melanie has Jenny Rebecca she never really cares that much for Gus. Not that she ever really loved my son to begin with. And can you believe that Jenny Rebecca? Who in their right minds would think that a child from both Melanie and Michael would be a great idea? I don't want to be mean and all but she's basically a disaster, a little freak of nature."
"I see." Justin walked to the kitchen, took out a roller pin and started to grill the pills on the kitchen table, wondering why they're not capsules instead. Would have saved him the trouble. He took a clean glass and put the destroyed pills he collected with a spoon inside, and then poured guava juice harshly on top of it. He scrapped some remaining powder off the rolling pin and dumped it into the glass. Without bothering to stir the drink he returned to Brian with the glass.
"Here, drink it up. Don't leave a drop. Oh don't mind that white stuff, I think some of my dandruff fell on it."
"…"
"…I'm just kidding! God! It's nothing, just drink it. You must be thirsty."
Brian took the glass and started to take a big sip. He stopped after a short while and continued talking, still holding the now half-empty glass. "So anyway I think we should start a new life in New York. Or Paris, I'm sure you'll love Paris. You and me and Gus, we'll be the perfect family, and we'll leave these people who never really accept us for who we really are behind us, for good. Let them suffer for not having me as their money source."
"Hmmm. Tell me that thing about Michael again, I kinda love that part."
"Which one? That he's a short, whiny creature who doesn't know how to hold his eating utensils properly?"
Justin giggled. "Go on, finish your drink. Oh, what about Daphne?"
"You know I love her. She's cool. She can even live with us, since we're going to have a huge house. And your mom can stay with us, too. Also your sister. I'll pay for everything."
"You've always been so generous, Brian."
"Don't say that. Such compliment isn't necessary between soul mates. Justin, I'm so glad we can have this heart-to-heart talk. There's so much I wanted to tell you, but words just didn't come easy. But don't worry, from now on I will always let you know what I really think, what I really feel inside."
"Hmmm. Oh, you've finished it."
Brian nodded obediently, and put the empty glass on the table.
"Good." Justin huffed and reached for the phone. He dialed while Brian looked at him curiously. It took quite a while until it was answered.
"Michael? You're right, he's fucking possessed. Get here now, I've knocked him out."
Brian's already slumped down on the other side of the sofa; sleep forcefully overtook him.