I was just reading over all of my reviews for Pip Really Sucks! And I was feeling incredibly motivated, not to mention really loony because you guys left me the funniest reviews for that story.

Anyways, I'm inspired to continue this story now after getting past the Hell that was Chapter 3. lol. That was so hard to write, probably one of the hardest chapters of anything I've ever had to write. But I finally have Pip and Damien sort of where I want them and the story can now continue as it was originally planned!


Chapter 4 – Sadie

To say that Pip was sad would not have been completely accurate. Pip wasn't necessarily sad that Damien had broken up with him. No, Pip was more along the lines of absolutely, 100 percent, sobbing, crying, completely utterly heartbroken. He was the biggest mess he'd ever been. Not even when he first started living on the streets had Pip been so entirely miserable.

Damien had 'moved out,' so to speak. After coming home, the really-not-really-couple had finally not really been a couple anymore when Damien muttered that he was going to take his stuff to one of the spare bedrooms. In the timeframe of merely one hour, Damien had packed up his life and left Pip all alone.

Pip spent most of his time crying, locked away in the room. He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid. I knew it wasn't going to last! Pip thought, unhappily vindicated. I knew he'd get sick of me at some point or another. Everybody does. But… no one's ever lasted as long as he has…

Living in the house was starting to become awkward. Pip was the least confident he'd ever been in his entire life, and was convinced that no one in the house would want him there now that Damien didn't want him anymore. A couple weeks after the break-up, he'd gone so far as to pack up his stuff and get ready to leave, and was very close to doing it when Damien unexpectedly stopped him.

"Where exactly are you planning to go?" Damien asked, leaning against the doorframe casually. His sudden appearance scared Pip, who flipped around jerkily from where he had been folding some clothes.

"I don't… just… anywhere," Pip muttered.

"Why?"

Pip didn't have the strength to fight the water in his eyes when he said, "Because no one wants me here anymore!"

It was the sound of utter annoyance that Pip cringed from. "Pip, you're a downright fool. Of course people still want you here. I still want you here!"

"No you don't," Pip argued. "You don't even want to be in the same room as me. You barely look at me!"

Damien then exploded. "Pip, do you think this is how I want it to be?! Do you think I want to have to avert my eyes just so that I don't do something I might regret!?"

Pip took it the wrong way. "I-if you wanted to beat me up so bad, you don't really have to stop yourself, you know… I'm used to it…"

"GAH!! You're so Goddamn oblivious!" Damien walked into what once was their shared room and slammed the door. "Did I not make it clear that you're my world, and that I still want you!!"

"Well when you DUMPED ME I kinda figured it meant you didn't-"

"You're such a shithead!" Damien pushed Pip up against the wall, trapping Pip with his arms on either side of Pip's little blonde head. "Do you want me to fuck with your head? Do you want me to kiss the shit out of you right now, and then ignore you tomorrow? Huh? Cause I can do that, if that's what you want me to do!"

Pip hadn't ever seen Damien quite this angry. "I-I'm sorry-"

"And here you are, apologizing like it's your fault YET AGAIN! You're such a fucking dipshit! I can't stand you!"

"W-what!?"

"I can't stand being around you; it hurts, do you know that? I couldn't stand you before! I couldn't stand watching you beat yourself up every second, as if you're your own replacement for the bullies who I thought we were leaving behind when we came here! I can't stand watching you hurt yourself, and I can't stand that no matter how much I try to make you happy you're never happy!"

Pip thought that that was a little too much. "What do you mean, never happy?! I was perfectly happy until you left me!"

"YOU'RE NOT HAPPY WHEN THE ONLY REASON YOU THINK I WANT YOU IS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"

Pip's comment about Damien only happy because he was seeing Pip naked flitted back through his mind. "Damien, I'm not-"

"And I'm not a fucking therapist!" Damien continued. "I can't fix your problems! My love is all I have to give to you, Pip, and that's obviously not fixing anything!"

"N-no, you fixed everything…"

"I fixed nothing! You're exactly the same as when I first met you over a year ago. You're a sad, pathetic little boy who can't understand when someone is trying to love them, and who doesn't want to understand! You do everything in your power to make sure that you're miserable all the time, because you don't think you deserve to be happy!"

Pip was struck silent at this. Did he do that?

"And Pip. When you're not happy, I'm not happy. And as much as I wish you could be happy, I'm not making you happy. Every single second I spend with you is harder than the one before, because every single second I'm with you I get unhappier than I was before. What's the point of making myself miserable by staying with you, if my presence isn't making you any happier?"

This filled Pip with shame. His presence had actually been hurting Damien! No wonder he doesn't want to be with me. I wasn't making him happy, I was making him miserable. Pip started to cry.

"No, wait, Pip, don't cry… Agh." Damien leaned his head on the wall right next to Pip's left ear. "That's not… this isn't how I want it to be…"

"No, you're right, if I was just making you sad there's no point for us to have been in a relationship," Pip muttered.

"I shouldn't have been so harsh," Damien said softly.

"It's okay."

But it wasn't okay. Pip was a wreck, and he knew it.

"Pip, I just want… I want you to love yourself."

Pip vaguely wondered how he would ever love himself. All he'd ever done is muck up. But he didn't voice his thoughts. He knew they'd just make Damien mad now.

"That's why we can't be together anymore," Damien whispered. "You need your own time to work yourself out, because when you're with me, nothing is ever going to change. I am going to continue to enable you to be the way you are now, and you're going to continue to be unhappy. In the end, we'll both be miserable."

Damien trailed his hand down Pip's cheek lovingly. "I want you to be happy. Got it?"

Pip couldn't bring himself to agree. How was taking away the person he loved the most supposed to make him happy? It didn't make sense. Damien wasn't making any sense.

"I'm so sorry," Damien whispered, kissing Pip's forehead. "I promise, everything will be okay soon. But you can't leave here. I want you to stay. You don't have anywhere else to go."

"Well, I could find somewhere… it might be easier for both of us if I was just out of sight, you know…"

"NO! Stay here!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you!"

Two pairs of eyes connected; one pair of confused, glistening orbs and another of pure love, but a resignation to misery.

Damien placed the chastest of kisses on Pip's lips, and then walked out of the door.


Pip felt an emotion after their 'discussion' that he'd never felt towards Damien before; in fact, it was an emotion that he almost felt he didn't deserve to have towards anyone.

He was pissed.

Nothing had prepared Pip for the impromptu break-up, and then Damien had had to go and say, "I love you Pip, but I'm going to leave you anyways." What an asshole! Pip was so angry, he couldn't even see straight.

Well, not that he ever saw straight…

He tried ignoring Damien. It didn't work, since Pip was so hopelessly infatuated that he couldn't bear being mean to his dark, Satanic ex-boyfriend. However, that didn't stop Pip from being even more angry. It also caused Pip to be angry with himself. He'd told himself many times that he just wasn't going to talk to Damien anymore… and then, he found himself looking for excuses to even make eye-contact.

It was so difficult. It almost seemed like Damien was making up bullshit excuses in his head to touch Pip also, and the mixed messages that this sent to Pip really fucked with his mind. Pip wanted to believe that next time Damien acted like his old self again, that he'd let Pip come back. But it never happened.

Pip felt like a lovesick dog, and just wanted it to end.

It was with this optimistic mentality that Pip decided to get out of the house for a while and try to meet new people. As much as it hurt to admit it, Damien had really been Pip's only friend who was 'his age' and he had no one else to talk to.

He tried going to the DarKcade Arcade. However, most of the boys there had been emo suicidal boys who'd killed themselves and really didn't want to have anything to do with Pip's blondeness.

"Oh, hello, are you playing Tekken?"

"Your preppiness is blinding me! Fuck off, you stupid prep!"

Pip had tried the gym, but found that the boys there had mostly all had steroid overdoses and didn't want to have anything to do with his scrawny self.

"What weight are you benching there?"

"Probably twice as much as you. Fuck off, tiny boy."

Pip next tried to go to the SCHOOL that people could willingly attend if they wanted to down in Hell. Pip had never liked school, but he'd deduced that if it was a school you willingly attended, most of the kids there would be nice, if not total nerds. He was wrong though, when it turned out that they all thought he was less as cool as them!

"Hey, do you think you could help me with problem 24?"

"Maybe your gay shoes could help you. Fuck off, freak."

And he'd almost set foot inside the sports store, but was called a fag before he even got in, so he didn't go in there…

Pip couldn't think of anywhere else that he could go! After walking around fruitlessly for a few hours, he found himself slumped in an open booth of a place called Hell's Café the 122nd. He swirled around the coffee that the redhead at the counter had given him and thought about his misery. Oh… what he wouldn't give to commit suicide. Maybe then everyone would be a little happier!

It was then that Pip heard something that he really hadn't expected to hear. It jerked him from his own self-induced misery when he heard, in the booth in front of him, somebody crying!

Pip, being his selfless self, immediately got up to see what was wrong. He came across a black-haired man, sitting in the red striped booth, crying his eyes out. His head was laying face down own his arms, which were clad in a brown jacket.

"Sir? Are you okay?" Pip asked. He almost hit himself for asking though, since it was pretty damn obvious this man wasn't okay.

The man jerked up. He was obviously Middle-Eastern, with his tan skin and moustache, and was definitely not Pip's 'age,' but looked congenial enough. "Oh… yeah. I'm fine. Sorry about that."

Pip smiled. "It's okay. Everyone needs to cry once in a while. Do you want to talk about it?" Pip didn't even think of the repercussions of letting a stranger talk to him about their problems until after he'd said it, but figured there was no way back now.

The man gestured across the table for Pip to sit. "It's heartbreak!" he said, starting a rant. "That asshole totally ditched me! I was doing everything for him, and giving him good sex, and all that stupid shit that gay men want, and then he went and didn't stand up for me! It was the end of my world. It's been a few years, but I just can't get that asshole off of my mind. I miss him, but at the same time, I just want to make him pay!"

Pip felt he could understand this man very well! "I know what you mean! I am having that exact same problem! Well, minus the sex part… but still. I was in a relationship too and then he left me and told me it would be good for me if he left. I am so pissed off!"

The Middle-Eastern man's face lit up. "So you know what I'm going through!" His voice was nasally but Pip thought him nice enough.

"I think I know exactly what you're going through! I'm Pip. What's your name?"

"Oh… you can just call me Sadie."

Pip smiled. "It's so cool to meet someone who understands. I was going around to a bunch of places where people were and no one even wanted to look at me today…"

"Awww," Sadie cooed. "Why not?"

"I dunno. They think I'm a freak and that I'm really scrawny and faggy…"

"Awww," Sadie said again. "I don't think you're a freak. I think you're really cool! And besides, nothing wrong with being a fag, right?" The Middle-Eastern man grinned.

Pip blushed, and stammered out, "Oh, well, uh, cool…"

Sadie laughed. "You're so sweet. You wanna tell me more about your boy troubles?" the older man asked.

"Uhm, sure. Well, basically, my boyfriend left me because I didn't love myself enough."

"Why would he go and do that?"

"I dunno. He said that he just wants me to be happy, but I don't understand how Damien can expect me to be happy when he's the person I care about most and he leaves!"

"Wait… did you say Damien? The son of Satan?" Sadie's eyes had grown considerably more interested.

"Er, yeah. Why?"

"N-no reason. Go on."

"Well," Pip said, "That's basically the whole story. I am just really angry with him. I feel bad for being angry though…"

Sadie shook his head. "Don't feel bad. It's okay to be angry at people who are complete ASSHOLES to you, right? I know I am! We can be angry together, huh?" Pip didn't miss the slightly sinister grin that had flashed on Sadie's face for a moment, but wrote it off as just anger towards whoever had broken up with him.

"Sure. That'd be cool."

"Hey kid," Sadie said, looking at his watch. "I have to be going. But, what say we meet here tomorrow? Around 1 o'clock or so?"

Pip grinned. It was so nice that someone could understand him! "Sure, Sadie. It's been nice talking to you!"

Sadie shook Pip's hand. He left with these parting words: "Don't worry, Pip. One day, our assholes are going to pay."

Pip wondered whether he should be worried, and decided not to be, as he sipped his coffee contentedly. After all, what reason was there to be worried when you've just made a new friend?

TBC


Alright. I am going to give 10 million cookies to whoever can tell me who Sadie is. I'll give you a hint – he actually WAS a real person… and he really is in Hell now… :PP

And don't worry if you can't guess it. His 'true identity' will show up sooner or later, since it's paramount to the plot.