COLLIDE
"You should've peeled To The right genius", Mia critiqued as she ran The Tips of her fingers over his deformed shoulder. He grunted, flinching away The moment she applied The smallest pressure with her Thumb. "Jesus fucking Christ Mia!" he exclaimed. Mia sighed, shaking her head . . . "Looks like I'll have To set The bone back", she confirmed, but The words were more reserved, only for her at The moment. "Won't be Too comfortable so you better brace yourself", she added, and I would swear There was a certain undisclosed pleasure in The statement.
Vince only huffed in response. It was only Then That I let my anxious gaze revert To him. His own focus was far from me, however. His piercing gaze was more insistent Than I'd ever seen it before - intent- locked ahead . . . "Who is he?" he asked at random. Dom was aside from him now, his attention also fixed. His arms appeared Too rigid at his side and both of his hands were balled into Tight fists . . . "I don't know . . . guess we're about To find out." Letty suddenly shifted past me To stand in his way. "Dom come on just let This go", she stressed, her Tone almost pleading. This, if anything, was The frightening factor. While I hadn't been around long enough To cockily assume I knew all of These out of place individuals from The inside out, it was none The less unsettling To see Letty in This way. Worried - hesitating - so desperate To avoid The confrontation That Dom was sure To make inevitable. . .
And so, I had To Turn away from my crippled savior To search for the unfortunate soul That had Dared, even if unintentionally, To cross Dominic Toretto's Domain . . . And There it was - still in a much farer condition Than The brutalized Maxima. The bright lime Eclipse That stuck out, surrounded by all of The watchers That still remained in a significantly down sized, but all The more frenzied crowd, like a Lamb That had stumbled obliviously along into The wolves den. And - There he was: The invader. . . His hair was a curly crop of Tussled Dirty Gold and as he stepped from behind The driver's side door where he had been frozen for what seemed like Too long a duration, his figure became clear Through The cloud of ashy gray That emitted from The hood of The Eclipse.
Yes. It was safe To assume That This invader could pass for a walking Talking Hollister ad. He was a little over six feet Tall at least, casually dressed in a navy green T-shirt and faded blue jeans, and - with every move he made as he began his strode over - There were The flawless cuts in muscles That showed just how well kept his physique was . . . all while sporting a five o clock shadow, of course. . . "Wait here", The impatience in Dom's Tone cut my analysis To an end and I Turned To find a very disgruntled Letty, now with her arms folded over her chest before she moved aside, clearing The way. "You're blowing Things Out of proportion like always", she said, The words irritable and bitter, and a warning all in The same.
Before any room could be made for Further argument from Either side however There came The invader, coming To a halt just at an arm's distance and in the same instant I felt a feeble Tug at The hem of my sweatshirt. Vince brought me back against his right side. Mia seemed more so preoccupied now as she moved away from us, straying a few steps away To stand parallel To Dom, at his left.
"Not a word, you hear", Vince spoke into my ear. And, it dawned on me in That moment That This was in fact The first Time he had addressed me directly for what felt like Too long a period. It also dawned on me That my heart had gone from slow, unsteady beats To rapid Thuds I could feel pounding abnormally against my chest . . . "Do you know where you are?" The question coming from Dom, even in The subtle Tone it was disguised in, sounded like The coldest chill That could cut Through a sea of flames . . . Assuming his dominant presence could also somehow counteract basic laws of physics.
But The lamb showed no form of remorse. He only chuckled running a hand Through The Mess of gold. He glanced over his shoulder once, almost as Though he were double checking The scene That still remained behind him for confirmation, and Then shook his head . . . "Dude, I almost had you." And at The finish of The words, something in me sank deep down somewhere for him. I expected The very worse, Images of The lamb down and disabled came in a swarm of flashes That varied greatly in detail but all appeared at Their least excruciating.
Then, a sudden rumble of laughter came in response from Dom; it caused my insides To Twist and Tighten . . . "You almost had me?" The question came so serene it only made it even more so Terrifying. In The same, I could feel Vince as he straightened out of his lenient pose behind me. "Back away slowly", he whispered The order in a soft rasp. It was Then That I wrenched my fingers around his wrist, holding his arm against my stomach. . . "I'm not going anywhere", I managed. He sighed . . . "You never had your car", Dom's Tone broke again Through our own personal Altercation in The works . . . "Take her home . . . now Mia", I caught my savior's request, The demand clear in his words, his Tone, his entire demeanor now as he forced my hold on him To loosen and release.
Mia rolled her eyes, pursing her lips Together in a Tight line. When had she come To stand before us? "No - Vince I don't want To go", I stressed in response. He Turned me Then, so I Was hopelessly Trapped again in The pale blues That could render me incapable of any sensible Thought process. "Just listen To me for once . . . I'll meet you in a few minutes." I huffed, "A . . . A few minutes my ass we're in buck fuck Shitsville To begin with!" Following my protest There came a roar That rumbled Throughout The crowd several yards off and Letty suddenly came To intercede. "J just go", she emphasized. She shook her head as she glanced over at my crippled, stubborn savior. "This crippled, hardheaded fuck won't be able To stick around much longer anyways."
I don't know how I was ever actually able To force myself To look away from him. But, staring back, and forth, and back again from Letty To Mia in The end somehow made my wall of reluctance fall away until I found myself moving, one numb leg after the other, side by side along with Mia.
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Whoever said Patience is a virtue was Too patient.
I was watching, waiting . . . In a higher state of panic with every second That Ticked and Trailed slowly off and away with The rest. I watched as Mia Laid out an array of medical aids out on her dresser. From a corner, in The vanity mirror, I could see The ghost That reflected back at me sitting on The edge of her bed. Mocking - reminding me. Because The one fact That would never change was That I would always be This; a reflection of a human. Only an apparition of The living . . . "What on Earth are you so focused on over There?" Mia had an eyebrow raised curiously, smiling a crooked, worn smile . . . "Just wondering what you're gonna do with all That", I lied. Honesty has never been The best policy for me. Not with other humans anyway. She Turned To face me letting herself sit back onto The Dresser.
"It's just in case I missed anything . . . open cuts, wounds", she casually replied, sighing in The same . . . "They'll be The death of me you know." I could only manage a nod in response . . . "He's should've just let me stay", I grumbled under a breath. She shook her head. "You forget To remember quite often, don't you?" "I haven't forgotten anything", I quickly countered. She scoffed. "You mean besides The fact That you are a fifteen year old orphan now illegally residing in a house packed with Ex-cons and Street Racers." Before I could rebound with another easily debatable come back, There were Two short raps That came from The door. She made a face at me before reaching for The door knob, only an arm's length away, and pulling The door open. And There he was again; The ghost of yesterday.
Jesse Entered slowly, almost reluctantly, That peculiar shy grin betraying him again. "Hey Mia", he First greeted before his attention simultaneously strayed in my direction. "Juno." Considering The fact That I would never attempt To decipher This possible issue out loud with anyone, I supposed I would never Truly be able To figure out whether or not The way The pale, Thin, ghost of a boy spoke my name sounded as odd As I myself felt like it did. It Tended To sound like a certain kind of relief, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable but for The most part just humored at The Thought of it. If in fact Jesse did feel any form of relief at The sight or The mention of me, Then clearly he had yet To experience all That waited behind Juno Melee.
"Dude Mia, you had To see it", he went on now. "Cops swarmed The place out of nowhere." Then and There Mia slid off of the dresser onto her feet. "Where's Dom?" I could almost feel my eyes, nearly bulging out of Their sockets. Jesse shook his head, adjusting his sunglasses up on The Top of his head. "Everyone just split. I mean - you would swear The shit was orchestrated", he further explained, and with The escalation of his Tone, The frustration within him was audible.
Mia suddenly slammed a hand against the vanity mirror and I jumped To my feet. "Fucking great!" she exclaimed with all of her new evolving fury, "Now what are we going To do?" Jesse suddenly grasped onto both of her shoulders forcing her To remain at par with him . . . "Jesus Christ Mia . . . calm down. The others are on Their way already and I'm sure Dom made it out clean", he huffed . . . "He does This for a living remember." But she only shook her head, bringing a hand up To her forehead. She was sick now. Visibly sick. This was easily distinguishable; her exact Thoughts - her feeling . . . because I knew it all Too well myself . . . "I'm going downstairs . . . get Things ready", she replied, her Tone an echo of what it should have been. Jessie's hands fell away, releasing her and she Turned To me. "He's um . . . he's fine J . . . just wait here for now, um . . . please." "Cool, cool", I managed my weakest reply as she Turned and went, leaving me and The Ghost of yesterday To ourselves.
We had remained in a silence That was like no other for The longest. It wasn't even awkward. It was just . . . fitting. Yes - That was it. In This moment we had reached a mutual understanding. We both understood what we both needed. Silence . . . Emptiness. . . The smallest piece of mind . . .
"So how is it over here . . . you and Vince?" The question came, shocking me back To life. Up until That moment I had been slowly withering away in my own procrastinations. The fog had been consuming me and my vision had begun To blur slightly; A sign That I had been left alone with my fucked mind and its burdening Torments for Too long . . . "It's good", I managed as I found my own voice again . . . "We're um - good." He nodded, beginning To move in uncoordinated steps, closer, away from The open doorway . . . "Guess That's good Then . . . as long as you're happy, right?" I swallowed. "Right", I confirmed.
I noticed how much closer he was getting and strayed a few steps backwards myself, Towards The corner Window. And sure enough - just as I had worried - he followed along. When I was forced To face him as he leaned against The wall, with not more Than four feet of distance between us, I could feel a flash of Heat come up my spine That made it all The way up To The nape of my neck . . . "So . . . what about you?" I forced The question. One of The many negatives of Being out of Touch with The human race is That simple actions like striking up basic small Talk is all Together a chore. Your heart will never Take To it, so all you can do is force yourself - use every bit of energy To push yourself- just To get it done and over with, as quickly and as painlessly as possible.
"I'm pretty solid", he casually chimed back. "Shit here, Shit There, shit's everywhere, but I'm Taking it day by day." And There it was. I had finally found The link That held us Together so well. That which made me and The ghost able To co-exist in a solid union . . . He was clearly just as damaged as I was. This was evident in his whole demeanor. In The way he moved and The way he spoke. There was no Telling what sequence of events had broken him, permanently altered him into one of my kind - one of our kind - but There was also no need To inquire any further pass The point of This realization. Curiosity killed The cat; That is why our kind had developed a Tendency To shun The Habit.
"Head first into The wall", I agreed in Return, "best way To go when There is nowhere To go." What sounded like a forced chuck came in response. And, at That moment, There was a single Thud against The door. We both seemed To reflexively revert in The same . . . I released a low sigh of relief . . . "Hey", I managed, my Tone crackling at its end. But he never responded. Instead he came forward and, as I waited, expecting my savior To come To me, he stopped just at The foot of Mia's bed . . . "You should maybe get down There . . . Dom brought back That half pint ball bouncer with him", he spoke only To Jessie, who was quick To make his distance. He glanced back over his shoulder as he moved around Vince. "See you around Juno." I Could only nod in response. And, as I watched The ghost make his Exit, I knew it well . . . Nothing was alright.
Maybe it was just The discomfort in me, but The pale blues had significantly altered now from The calming sea That lured To a murky span of dark marshes.
"What was he doing here?" He finally asked after a long, secluded gap of Nothing. I shrugged, only as a senseless attempt To shoo away This feeling . . . "Mia and I were waiting. He showed up To let her know what was going on." For a moment only more of The empty silence dragged after my words. Then, finally, he did come forward. He moved past me To lean against The wall, bringing one stiff arm up over his left shoulder and closing his eyes as he rested his head . . . "And he stayed because . . ." And I believe That's when The room became Too warm.
I searched for The words at first, because actually acknowledging where The skeptic's question lead was simply out of The question. It was only when I felt my insides shudder That I managed The first response That came, willing, and ready To be heard . . . "Fuck you." He Took in what was The calmest, deepest breath before his eyes came open again, and The marshes of a solid darkness fell on me . . . "I'm a little bent out of shape at The moment honey but if you just give me a few hours maybe we can make it work." I huffed in response before Turning away. But before I was even able To physically handle The first step, he had me by The elbow, in just a firm enough grip To keep me locked in place. In The same instant I reflexively Turned on him ready To unleash The worst of my unspoken wrath only To be Trapped again, This Time in The lightened blues That unexpectedly did away with The spur of heat.
"Just relax J . . . I'm sorry. It's just I know he" – "Yes – he likes me", I cut him short, my patience remaining at its minimum, "And I love you Vince!" I shoved at his hand until I was free again. He sighed. "J it's . . . it's not you I don't Trust – it's him", he stressed in a low rasp. "I mean", he continued on The rant That now was, "I come in here and see you and him - close enough To feel each Other's fucking breaths, but I'm not supposed To assume The worst?" "No!" I snapped back. "You're supposed To Trust me Vince . . . you're supposed To know", The last words came, weak and useless if anything. . . This is The part where all of Those Natural human qualities should easily fall into effect. This is The part where I don't stand a chance at any form of a life.
I should know. I should be able To feel him in This instant but I can't, and – no different Than all of The previous instances- The words just won't come. So I am The motionless mute again; Watching, waiting, limited . . . He gave a humorless chuck. "Sweetheart you couldn't begin to understand the dynamics of a real relationship. There's shit that you just don't do – shit that you can't do." I scoffed. "Well I'm sorry I couldn't live up To your Expected standards Vince." "J I - ", he had begun before suddenly Turning away from me and sauntering off a few steps . . . "Just go." I had to blink just So The room Would clear up. So many words, but They would never come now. "You . . . you want me to leave?" I finally forced. The Statement was necessary solely for The sake of sealing The Confirmation. "We'll Talk Later", he replied, So Confident, So Automatic, I would swear he was Determined in The same instant To suck away The air supply I had made sure To save and Maintain, specifically for This Moment I always knew would come, Much Too soon and with an agonizing vengeance. There wasn't Much Time Left . . . The Movements That came Next were strictly a set of memorized mechanical actions. When I was just at The doorway I had To work for The will power . . . "When you finally get The stick out of your ass Don't come looking for me."
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I had remained at The Top of The stairway for some seconds, cornered in This decision. Option A: walk down To where There was apparently some sort of a get Together and – apparently - The invader as well, which would mean having To pass Through, which would inevitably lead To another session of forced false socializing. Option B: Stand here for an undetermined period with The hopes That The savior who had dismissed me would Not come out To find me – Literally Stumped - at The fork in This road. Decisions, decisions . . . can't They ever work Themselves out?
I was relieved To find The living room free of The social hazards. The group of whoevers must have been further off. And Then it happened. The front door came open just as my palm first made contact with The nob and it seemed as Though The entire flock had intentionally come ready To detain and degrade . . . "Oh, perfect", Mia immediately pounced. The aura of peace and happiness That emitted from her presence was intoxicating; obviously Dom, who moved around The Two of us with The Poster boy invader at his Tail, was The prime Contributor To her mood swing. "J you can help me with Vince", she concluded. "Well . . . where's Letty?" I inquired. "I Think her and Jessie went on another run To The store. Wait – why?" Ding, ding, ding. And she finally catches on.
I swallowed, feeling The Heat as it crept slowly up and over again. "No reason. I was just . . . didn't see her", I awkwardly replied. My mind had already reconverted back To The Thoughtless blank. "Ok", she Thoughtlessly Retorted. "Come on you can hold him still for me." I can?
"Mia Wait", I finally objected just as she readied To head up The stairway To oblivion. She half Turned so her Torso was still angled in The opposite direction. "What is it?" I heaved a slow, hard breath, Tilting my head back so I was staring up at The ceiling. After a long moment alone up There with The specks That sparkled back at me now, I forced myself To face her again . . . "He . . . doesn't wanna see me now . . . I Think." Her expression Twisted with The mild confusion and she shot a glance up The stairs first before redirecting herself To me. "What The fuck is his problem now?" I Shrugged and her expression altered again like she herself was now personally offended. "Look", she came back after going idle for a short Time.
"Don't pay him any mind. Whatever The fuck his Little issue is, he'll get over it if he doesn't want To ride himself down To The ER." I nodded. "So – just so I'm clear . . . There's no room for arguing, huh?" She pulled me by my sleeve, forcing me up To The First step. "None", she confirmed with a condemning glare.
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I'd second guessed it all just shy of The doorway but The next Thing I knew Mia had shoved me in against my beckoning will. I did my best To avoid him, remaining at The bed side with my arms folded in front of me, waiting To be called on – by either one of The Two . . .
"Ok I need you To sit up straight", Mia instructed him, and with a wince he adjusted his posture slightly leaning onto his right side. I could make out The low sigh That left him Then. "Ok, you, come here", she said. The Beats That could hammer Through my chest and Then The walls kicked up another Notch in response and I hesitated before her jaw line appeared To Tighten, and I forced myself To come forward, each and every step weighing me down significantly . . . She moved me around him To his left side until we were facing his back and she brought one of my hands up, pressing my palm into his left shoulder blade. "Keep That There for me." "Yeah", I replied in a mumble. She looked up at me and rolled her eyes making a face at him That he - judging by The pained expression he had on – would have never noticed at The Time. "Here we go", she announced as she straightened out of her hunch.
I peered slightly over, watching as she adjusted his right hand To hold his left wrist . . . "Don't move on me . . . please", she murmured The last part. He nodded, Turning his head To look away from her . . . "Just make it quick", he responded in a low slur of words That no one else would have ever heard had They been in The room. She grabbed on To The muscle of his upper arm. "Be still", she reminded him, "Take a deep breath for me and on one I want you To let it go." He nodded again and she sighed shutting her eyes for a brief instant . . . "And Three . . . Two", and – Catching The Two of us off guard – at Mid countdown - she jerked his arm up and inwards. He'd let out an irritated growl before releasing The fist full of bed sheets he had clutched onto as soon as she released him, Taking a Step back. "There It is", she confirmed with Certain pride. "Move it a Little for me."
"Nice", he responded in a displeased Tone. "Oh Stop Bitching, it's over already", she chided back unfazed. He Timidly moved his left arm, and with The movement I realized my palm had never left it's his backside. With The realization I quickly stepped away and moved away back around To my corner of seclusion . . . "Yup That's perfect", Mia spoke To herself This Time. "If you want I can Get you a bar, ice it Tonight and you should be good as new again after another day or Two." He sighed. "Yeah I'll Take it . . . Thanks Mia."
She rolled her eyes giving him a Thumbs up as she moved away. I was about To proceed after her when she did it. "I'll be right back love birds. Gonna go get The bar." A part of me Truly desired To just bolt out of The room anyways. But Then The other, more logical part reminded me That what was holding me here was not even Mia but solely The fact That I could barely Breathe as it was, let alone make any form of a physical Effort without some kind of Instruction. So I could only focus on holding my own. My own body weight, demeanor . . . sanity.
I'd counted off The longest minute just To keep my Clutter of a mind busy before . . . "I didn't Mean it", his voice came in The form of an echo as it broke Through and disrupted my second Minute and counting, like The whisper of an angel . . . I swallowed, grounding my Teeth Together To ready myself. "That's awesome", I Returned with my Blandest response. I definitely planned To keep whatever was left of This conversation at The bare minimum, At least from my end. I wouldn't let him pull me back and never would I bow – would I even consider a single one of his words.
"I was just in a bad mood. Dom and I got into it over That fucking scrawny Little prick and Then I get here and I saw you and Jessie all . . . like That . . ." I nodded, refusing To look at him. "That's great. Hope Dom will forgive you." He Stood Then and, To my own Perfectly played façade's dismay, came To stand before me. He sighed . . . "We got over it. But I never really cared much . . . But I do care about you . . . about us." He brought a hand up but I Took a senseless step backwards, Turning away from him . . . "Well if That's all Then you better go get your bar." "Mia's bringing It. I can wait."
I could feel It now; The pull. The pull That prodded and Threatened. Threatened To do away with This childish act. Threatened – ordered – for me To Turn and go before It Took matters into its own hands. And, just as I was weighing out The options That had me cornered, a set of arms curled around my waist and I reflexively Turned . . . "J please . . . I'll beg if I have To." A low huff left me as I released a breath . . . "You're The one That wanted me To leave remember", I somehow managed. "You got what you wanted Vince." He pulled me closer Into him. "That's not what I wanted", he spoke The words in a faint whisper . . . "All I want is you . . . anytime I say otherwise I'm full of fucking Shit."
I was paralyzed. And The pull was pushing now – insisting with all of its overwhelming force . . . "So Then you will say otherwise again?" The question came half mumbled, as The pull Twisted my insides. He huffed and I could feel his cool breath against my lips. "Only if I'm ever stupid enough", he sighed, "J just . . . stay here with me . . . I can't just keep it going anymore . . . I can't just act like it never happened . . ." He pressed his lips To mine. They were just cool enough, like a velvet ice, and I could feel The air again as It circulated. All it Took The Pull from There on was just its final will To seal off The rest . . .
And it was The Subtle knock That broke us apart. Mia placed a couple of yellow bars on The dresser; only half of her was Through The doorway. "Don't let me interrupt", she perkily assured. "Just keep it off of my bed please." Before Either one of us could manage a response she was gone, and The sound of Footsteps fading was all That could be heard After her. Not long afterwards a sudden blast of music coming from downstairs Shattered The silence Entirely.
He sighed . . . "Fucking great." It was Then That I pulled away . . . "You guys . . . do This allot?" "Only after The races", he called back over his shoulder as he went To The dresser, picked up a couple of bars and popped Them casually into his Mouth. I winced as I watched at The new information. "Great", I added dryly. "It's The perfect Nightmare." He raised an eyebrow. "Babe if you want a nightmare it's downstairs." "No duh", I agreed but he shook his head. "I'm not Talking about The party, I'm Talking about Dom's new house guest." He chucked, The sound dead and humorless. "Can't wait To see This mess unfold."
When it came To This detail I had To bite. "Wait, you mean That guy is gonna be living here now?" As he reached my side again, he gave a heavy sigh . . . "When The cops came swarming everyone dipped out of sight - Dom did Too . . . but I guess shit got fucked up. The kid scooped him up and brought him back." He Took my hand In his. "And now . . . guess we'll see how long he lasts." He ran a hand Through The ruffled crop on his head That appeared just as unsettled as he did. "Let's just go To The room . . . I don't want you down There Tonight." I sighed. "That makes Two of us Then."
A decisive click as he shut The door behind us was relieving. No social mishaps Tonight. With another kind of click That followed The room came alive in a Burst of blue. Vince grabbed me from behind moving me along with him until we reached The foot of The bed where he guided me Onto my back before he shifted over To lay beside me.
You could hear The vibrations That coursed around The walls of The room from Time To Time, courtesy of The obnoxious bash That was still in progress downstairs. I Turned on To my side so I was facing him and brought my fingertips To Trace over his repaired shoulder. "Does It hurt?" I asked. "I'm on Two and a half bars right now honey. Nothing hurts." I bit my bottom lip anxiously at The confirmation and - before I could second guess myself - I Mounted myself on Top of him. I adjusted myself and leaned my face closer To his . . . "Nothing?"
"Just like That", he breathed The words as I grinded against him. There was no Telling how long we had been going But as he suddenly Bolted up and shifted us both so I wound up on my backside supported by a huddle of pillows, I was Truly amazed by my savior's drive. He was pounding Into me, rocking my insides, Thrusting in and out of me with all of his determination. Such ecstasy I forgot To feel . . . forgot all The surroundings, forgot gravity and physical incapability. This had To End Eventually but I realized Then and There That it never really needed To if both of us were willing enough . . . "I'm gonna cum", he spoke, Entirely breathless now. "Ok", I Breathed The most of a reply I could handle in This Moment.
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I was laid out on Top of him. It felt like we had gone in a full, flawless circle now and I was even considering The reality of it all.
"You . . . are gonna get me in Trouble", he whispered by my ear. I rolled my eyes as I adjusted My head so my chin could rest on his chest. "I Think you can Take care of That all by yourself", I countered in response. He sat up and I wrapped my legs around his waist while he dug into The pocket of his jeans on The floor below us. He came back with one of The yellow bars, Tossing it back into his mouth . . . "Can I Try one?" I asked and in The same he reclined back against The pillows. "Hell no", he replied. "Oh my God, I can handle It", I began To assure. "It's not about That", he explained. "So Then . . ." I challenged, ready for a good Debate. He hiked me up and I laid my head in The crook of his neck . . .
"Your mind", he spoke The words in a soft Murmur. "The way you are, The way you Think. It's what I can Tell I'll always love most about you", I could feel his lips as They pressed Into my hair . . . "Bars and all That shit are known To create holes in The brain. Parts of you would change . . . But I love you for you. I don't want anything To damage That." Any debate I attempted after That would have been a sick joke. If you Extracted all of The portions That were just pure mush, Then you were still left with Concrete scientific facts. 2+2 =4. This, I could understand for a change.
"Wow. You're such a parent", I mocked. He playfully slapped one of my Thighs. In The same he sighed . . . "I Think Mia's got a Little crush", he Commented at random shortly afterwards. I muffled a giggle. "On That Pretty boy, really?" "Yeah", he responded and The discontent in his response could never have gone unnoticed . . . "So . . . I mean, what's The problem?" He gave an irritable huff. "So he's not one of us – I can feel It but he's already all in Dom's heavenly grace." He moved me carefully off of him on To my side so we were beside each other, eye To eye, and I accommodated my head against his good shoulder. "It could be one Too many problems", he continued after a Momentary pause. "He just can't stay", he finished The last words in a worn mellow Tone.
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"You're not one of Them Juno. You're just like me - just like all of us." This had To be a dream. Otherwise There'd be no way we could ever be having This conversation.
My father had always been a very crafty kind of creature. So it didn't surprise me That he had managed To find me here in The one place I Thought had freed me of Them all permanently; of all of Them and all of Their burdens . . . We were standing off To a corner in The room, only lit now by The glitter of The onyx eyes That remained, captivated by me. Vince was sound asleep in The bed aside from us but I fretted not; he would never wake. Not while Eleazar was in control.
He began To make his way around The bed. His movements, as always, similar To a flawlessly choreographed dance. Weary of his attentions, I began To follow precariously after him until he came To a stop just above him – above my precious savior. He was watching Too now; analyzing him. And as soon as The onyx pupils began To look Too placid In a single shift I was hovering alongside him . . . "You never did Take To This life", he spoke against my ear and I could feel The warmth of his breath at The nape of my neck – could smell The fragrance That gave off of him; The sweetest poison.
"It Truly is a shame . . .you were set To have it all and instead you chose To run away with That old bitter hag who dared To call herself your grandmother . . . who dared To Think she could carry The same blood we do." His Tone was The calm, cool growl now . . . "Shut up", I snapped in a whisper and in The same I Turned To face him directly, shielding The savior behind me . . . "I never wanted To be like This. I never wanted To be like you." He only smiled keenly. His confidence even after death had not simmered in any way . . . "My dear naive Little angel . . . I need Not say another word. After all I've seen It is clear That my services will not be required in This round."
At The finish of his words, There came The swish of air as he Struck himself against me before I was able To react. He held me Trapped in The hold, using a free hand To force my face To meet his, and Then he leaned just close enough . . . "You should know Better", he whispered in a cold menace.
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I awoke shaken – cold. Judging by The Streaks of sunlight That showed Through The slim openings in The blinds I knew I was out of Touch again. Such warmth would never be able To suppress The solid chill That had possessed me. It is safe To assume That This is also The reason why It had Taken so long for The shrill protests To come into hearing.
"Vince Stop It!" I could hear Mia – panicked – and when I glanced over, accompanying me was only The empty space. And so I rose, creeping quietly until I found myself at The foot of The stairs one hand already resting on The railing . . . "I'm Telling you – he's a rat", My savior snapped back. The conviction in The statement could not ever be misinterpreted . . . "You know They say eavesdropping is The prime cause of Instant assumption", The familiar voice came from behind and in The same I Turned Robotically To find myself face To face with The invader.
"No he is Not!" Mia's defensive outburst came echoing up To where The Two of us remained frozen in place . . . "I could argue That one", I Retorted in my faintest Tone, afraid any one of The others would hear and decide To drag The spectacle of a scene upstairs. . . He extended a hand. "I'm Brian." And Tada folks; The intruding Lamb now had a name To go with him. After shoving The first of The contradicting Thoughts aside I gave in, accepting The awaiting gesture . . . "Juno", was all The response I was willing To give for The moment. "Nice To meet you", he commented after The brief shake of hands . . . "Wish I could say The same For others", he added wincing as his attention strayed for an instant To The flight of stairs, "That's definitely The stairway To nowhere."
Despite The voice That scolded me from The inside, in This moment I found no way To discourage The amused, half human smile That betrayed me in This instant. "Maybe Not", I falsely consoled now, "Every animal just has Their day . . . at least I Think it works That way." He heaved a sigh before his focus wandered back To me and he arched an eyebrow. "Juno. Is That like The city in Alaska?" I forced a humorless chuck Then, "I can only wonder with you." He gave a single nod, his hands sliding casually into his jean pockets . . . "Your boyfriend's not gonna Let me slide by any Time soon, huh?" I raised one of my brows, only pretending To chew over The idea before raising a brow. "Yeah . . . maybe in your next lifetime." He nodded, bringing a hand up and running it Through The wavy crop of gold . . . "Guess I'll be seeing you." Another sheepish grin fought its way out of me. "Where's That?" He sighed at The question That clearly mocked before seeming To have To work himself over some in order To Take The first step forward.
And – as I watched The Lamb - Brain- sluggishly move down The Taunting flight – I made my own move for The shower. Rule Number Five: if a war is in store, you should first always enter appropriately dressed, refreshed, and with a cool head crammed with a sufficient string of never ending counteractions.
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Ok so here we are, New year, new chapter. I can only hope That everyone enjoyed Their holidays over The last couple of weeks, I definitely had my Thrills -_- So – once again – review, review, review please ^_^ . . . Hope I am able To prove The wait worthy -_*