Disclaimer: One day, I will rule the world, and everyone may bow before me, and I will buy the rights…but that day is not today.
Warnings: Same as before, but did I mention the language? No? Well, folks, beware, here be foulmouthedness. LOL
Apr. 9, 2012,
St. Gabriel's Home for the Mentally Disturbed, Room 13, Right wing
I miss a whole lotta things about the old days: Sammy, Cas, the Impala, even those hundreds of crappy motel rooms that we lived in, but right now, what I really miss are the bacon cheese burgers and the pie. Damn! I'd kill for a slice, a fucking slice, of pie. In fact, I would happily kill Lisa and that devil spawn of hers for a fucking crumb of pie!
Now, I'm Dean Winchester, fully awesome dude, and most definitely not killer of innocent…innocents. But let me assure you, the she-devil and her boy are not innocent. I was okay, maybe a little broke up, but I was fucking okay after Sammy left. There was nothing I could do, no demon worth their salt would take my patched up soul, and I wasn't gonna try to make them. I was handling. But then Ben, that stupid kid, picked a fight. No biggie, right? Wrong. Rather than take the blame for bein' a overbearing douche, Ben said that his mom's boyfriend, me, had gotten drunk and hit him. No one was able to prove it, and so they let it slide, but things weren't the same.
I mean, if Lisa had just kicked me out, I would have understood, and maybe even eventually forgiven. After all, family before lovers, yeah? But Lisa acted like nothing was wrong… at first. But then I noticed slight differences in her behavior. She started to act like I was…unstable. In arguments, she would rile me almost to the end of my rope, and just when I was ready to storm out, she'd placate me quietly and tearfully, as if I was a wild monster about to rip her flesh and crack her bones. Of course, the neighbors heard every argument. And with Ben continuing to hide fights and bullying behind my supposed "drunkenness", it was only a matter of time before I was called into court.
Of course, once again, nothing could be proven, because there was nothing to prove, but the court was suspicious, and as soon as Lisa went out in public with a huge fucking bruise on her face, which I didn't find out until later was self-inflicted, I was pulled in. All the neighbors spoke of our fights, Ben showed off his collection of well deserved bruises and wounds, people who didn't even know me said a bunch of cooked-up lies, and Lisa, well, she was the fucking icing on the fucking cake.
She was the very picture of the abused but loving girlfriend. She dabbed at her eyes and sniffled pathetically, sobbing about how I had just lost my brother and that yes, maybe I was a little rough, but she couldn't blame me and if it wasn't for her little boy, she wouldn't have said anything at all, blah, blah, fucking blah.
I wanna kill that fucking bitch. And I wanna eat some fucking pie!
TBC…
AN: There it is! I kept my promise, but just barely! Hope you enjoyed it, chickies! Hope to see you at some of my other fics!
…Anyone else wanna eat some fucking pie? I do!