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Chapter Two

Logan

I didn't know what to expect going in. The past few days have been rough but I knew today would be different. Today was D-Day. Funeral day. I'm not good at offering comfort or support unless it's for Veronica. I can just hold her and I know that will be enough. But I can't exactly do that for Dick.

I can't blame him for being mad and he doesn't even know the worst part of it. I could have stopped Beav-Cassidy from jumping but I just couldn't do it. At the time I didn't really think of the repercussions of letting him jump. I didn't think of Dick losing his brother or of Mac losing her boyfriend. I just thought of all that he had done to Veronica and in that moment I thought he didn't deserve to live.

I don't regret it per say, but maybe if I were to do it all over I would have stopped him from jumping. Everyone hates him now that he's dead so being alive everyone would probably hate him even more. Fuel the hate fire even more because there is no lingering feelings of sadness cause he died.

I took out Dick's keys that I stole from him. It contains his house keys and his car keys. I didn't trust him not to drive in his drunken state so I confiscated them. It also makes it easier to check up on him.

When I walk in the house the first thing I notice are empty alcohol bottles around the couch then I see Dick asleep, mouth open wide and snoring. I shake my head. I was there yesterday afternoon. How he went through that much alcohol since then scares me. I bite the bullet and wake him up. I shove him a little bit then dart for the other side of the room so he can't hit me back.

"Dick." He doesn't stir. I call his name again.

"Fuck you." I hear in response.

"Come on, man. You have to get dressed. We are gonna be late." I think he is going to cooperative for once but then he just picks up the closet handle of Bacardi. He downs the last drop of it. He then throws it in my direction. I duck just in time and it hits the wall.

"Dick, are you fucking kidding me?" Dick goes to pick up another bottle. He is ready to throw it when I run and grab it from his hands. I kick all other ones, close enough that he could reach, far away.

"What do you want? Can you just leave me alone?" He looks tired and broken and I know that he isn't really mad at me. Just angry at the world and I am the one closest to take it out on.

"Dude, this isn't healthy. I literally was here yesterday and cleaned up. How could you have possibly gone through this many bottles in one day?" Dick looks at the pile of empty bottles that I had pushed together and shrugs.

"Most of them were like half empty when I got to them. Look I just want to drink and be alone. Can you just do that?"

I want to give him what he wants and just able to leave him alone but today isn't his lucky day. "Dick, today is Beav-Cassidy's funeral."

Dick just stared at him. He doesn't move and I decide to go to his room and pick out a suit. I come back down and find Dick with a bottle of Jose Cuervo.

I grab the bottle out of his hands. "Enough. Now put this on. Don't make this already harder than it needs to be." He snatches the suit out of my hands and the bottle of tequila as well. He heads to the bathroom to put the suit on.

I look around the room and notice that some of the pictures on the walls have been knocked down. I pick up one of the frames and turn it over. The photographed showed Dick with an arm around Beaver's neck. They both were smiling and looked so happy. The picture couldn't have been more than six or so months old. The thought sends a chill down my spine. No one could tell that Beaver was a psychotic killer. He always seemed so normal. I little weird and quiet compared to me and Dick but for the most part normal. If only he had told someone what he was going through back in little league but if he had told would it have made any difference? Would Dick Senior or Dick done anything about it? Or would they have told him to shake it off and be a man.

That thought I try to shake out of my head. I don't want to believe that they wouldn't care. That thought is way too close to home and makes me think of my father. And he is the absolute last person I want to think about right now. To be honest I don't even know what to think about Aaron dying. I, of course, make jokes to Veronica about the whole thing. Calling myself Little Orphan Annie and Harry Potter. She of course sees through me but it's just not something I'm ready to talk about.

Dick comes out the bathroom. "Ready?"

Dick laughs. It scares me, the laugh. I think I would rather him throw another bottle at my head than hear that laugh again. "Sure."

We head out to my Xterra. As we are buckling ourselves in I hear Dick speak. It was so soft I was sure I imagined it at first. "How am I supposed to show to this thing when everyone there is going to be thinking how this is all my fault?"

I look at Dick. Pure shock is written all over my face. "No one thinks that."

"You saw the way I treated him. Everyone did."

"Dick, this is not your fault. If we are going to play any blame game we could follow the yellow brick road all the way back to Woody Goodman."

Dick stays silent and pulls a flask out of his pocket. He takes a swig of it and he holds it in my direction. I contemplate his offer for a second before grabbing the flask and taking a sip. I don't know if I could get through this without a little alcohol in my system. Once I'm done I roll done the window and poor the rest of the substance out the window.

"Dude, what the fuck."

"You need to stop, Dick. It's too much."

I get ready to put the car in drive when my phone rings. I see its Veronica's name on the screen and I pick up.

"Hey thank god I caught you." I hear my girlfriend say on the other end.

"Yeah, we were just about to leave. What's up?"

"Do you think you could pick us up? My car won't start."

"Of course. I'm on my way."

"Thanks, Logan. Mac lives on Colony Place." I hang up the phone and start driving.

"We have to pick up Veronica on the way."

"Great and I thought this day couldn't get any better clearly I was wrong."

I wish I hadn't poured the rest of the alcohol out on the street. I could have used it. It's going to be a long day.