Eternity

Chapter 7

By the time Christmas Eve rolled around, Tabitha had had sex with Adeem three more times. Right now, he was out of the room, finding something to eat. While he was gone, she got up and got dressed. When he came back, he had nachos.

"Leaving?"

"No," she said, sitting back down on his bed. Adeem closed the door after letting Shark Bait come in. The dog jumped up onto the bed with Tabitha, while Adeem just sat on the floor. He had pulled on his jeans, but was shirtless.

"I've been working out."

Tabitha frowned as Shark Bait laid her head in her lap. "Okay."

"These aren't ribs, you know," he said, running a hand down his stomach. "You're pretty damn lucky, Tabitha."

"Is that what I am?" She started petting the dog.

"Yep," he said, eating.

"I need to go soon," she said, still messing with the dog.

"Why?"

"Tomorrow's Christmas, Adeem."

He frowned, still eating. "You and your stupid holidays."

"…You could come, if you wanted. I mean, I don't care if you do, but you could."

"My dad-"

"Who cares, Adeem? You don't really want to be Muslim, right? You say it all the time."

He kept looking at his chips. "And you don't want to be Christian, but you still celebrate Christmas."

"Even Atheist celebrate it," she said, rolling her eyes. "Any Christian that is stupid enough to think that trading presents is really honoring their God, they deserve to have their holiday hijacked."

He snickered. "Hijack. Was that a racist joke?"

"Last time I checked, Muslim is a religion, not a race."

"Tell that to all the other white people."

On Christmas morning, I was up with Fang around six, putting the presents under the tree. He was in a bad mood about Neo not coming down, so I was complaining as little as possible. We were about done when Tabitha walked down the stairs and walked out the front door.

"Where's she going?" I asked Fang, but he just shrugged.

He shrugged, apparently not caring. A second later, Tabitha returned…with Adeem.

"Wait," Fang said as they started up the stairs. "Whatever he's here for, no. Go home."

"I can't," he said, stopping on the stairs.

"His parents dropped him off before going to work. He's stuck here."

"Then walk home."

"Fang, stop it," I said, making a face at him before looking at Tabitha. "It's time to wake up the boys anyways. Go."

I swore I heard her mumble bitch under her breath, but I'm not sure. Fang wanted to fight, but couldn't because one of the twins started crying. I went to get them.

"Are you awake?"

I picked up Nicky, who was crying. He stopped and started cuddling against me. Drew, who was sitting up in his crib, started giggling.

"Up!" He held his hands in the air, wanting out of his prison. I shifted Nicky to one arm before granting his wish.

"You ready to go get presents?"

"Yes!" Drew answered for the both of them. Nick buried his head in my shoulder as I left the room, not liking to be so close to his brother.

When I walked into the living room, Tabitha and her stupid boyfriend were on my couch. Great. How am I going to sleep through this without my couch? Thinking fast, I move quickly to get Fang's chair. He frowned when he saw this.

"Get up."

"I am holding the babies," I said, cuddling them to me. Drew pushed away, wanting down. I let him go, holding Nicky even tighter.

Fang rolled his eyes as the boys opened his presents. He stood by, watching, more like scowling, at me. I always wondered where Tabitha learned to be a brat from, because it wasn't me. The bitch thing was just inheritance.

Bone left town around the holidays. Luther asked no questions, just wished that he too could leave. And, he decided, he probably could. Who would miss him? Maybe Tabitha, but probably not, now that her and that Muslim kid are back together.

Looking around the store, Luther realized that when he died, no one would notice. Again, maybe Tabitha, but not if her and that towel head kept up their relationship. Wait, was towel head offensive? He didn't want to be offensive…well, yeah, he did. He just didn't want to be a racist. Can you be offensive without being racist?

"It doesn't matter," he mumbled to himself, sighing a little. Tabitha was with this kid for the long haul, it seemed. Why was it that she got to keep her first love? Tabitha got everything else! She was such a spoiled little brat. God, how he hated her.

"Hello?" He answered his phone a minute later.

"Hey, Luther, me and Adeem are gonna stop by your store, okay? Max is bringing me because she wants her paycheck or something and I was going to give you your gift."

He sat up straighter. "Okay. I have a gift for you too."

"Alright, see you when we get there."

"Bye," he said.

"I love you," Tabitha added. Since Adeem had broached the subject of love with her, she had decided to make it clear to at least one non family male in her life that she loved him.

Damn it. "I love you too, Tabby."

"Bye."

After she hung up, he felt like going out and getting drunk. Tabitha wasn't a spoiled little brat. And even if she was, he made her that way.

On New Years Eve, Tabitha told Max that she was going to spend the night with Slutty and Terra, but instead, after Max dropped her off at Terra's, she had Terra drop her at Adeem's house. His parents were gone and he wanted to be alone.

Tabitha and Tyler both had their permits, but had to drive with someone with a license in the car. Terra had no permit, nor a license, but had been driving since she was thirteen. Jenna opted out of the drive, not wanting to be in the car with Terra driving. Instead, she stayed at Terra's house, probably to go through her room.

"You know Adeem's telling everyone that you're fucking him."

Tabitha glanced at Terra out of the corner of her eyes. "You just ran a stop sign."

"It's not really a stop sign. It's more a suggestion."

"I don't…alright."

She turned down the music a little. "And, by the way, Jenna says that he's not all that great."

"Everyone says that she sucks at sex too, it's just that she is there."

Terra shrugged. "I was just telling you."

Tabitha laid her head against the beat up, old car's window. "I really don't think I could handle someone better than Adeem."

"You must suck as sex too."

"Guess so," Tabitha said, sighing.

"It's okay. Even Kat sucked at one point."

"Kat's first time was when she was twelve and it was with a fifteen year old. That was basically rape."

"Not if you ask her."

When they got to Adeem's place, Terra spoke again.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight."

No, she wouldn't. Her and Jenna would get into some sort of wild night and forget all about her. If anything, they wouldn't even be falling asleep until eight.

"Alright, thanks."

"Have fun…safe fun."

"Tell the same to Jenna."

When Tabitha tried to knob, the door was unlocked. Shark Bait growled in the darkness before walking over to her. Once the dog realized it was Tabitha, she started barking in excitement.

"That you?"

"Yeah," she called, closing and locking the door behind her. "You left the door unlocked."

"I was in the shower and might not have heard you knock."

"Why's it so dark?"

"I don't like lights at night," he said, coming into the room. "Come on."

Shark Bait tried to follow them into his room, but Adeem closed the door in her face.

"You're so mean to that dog."

"Am not," he said, going to lay down on his bed. "How'd you get Max to leave you here?"

"She didn't."

"Where do they think you are?"

"Terra's."

"Your parents are idiots."

"No, just uncaring."

"Do you think that Tabitha's having sex?"

There I was, trying to look up how to obtain a hawk for a pet, when Fang just slams some stupid question on me.

"No."

"…Are you sure?"

"She hates me. She'll never tell anything to me. Ask Lydia."

"She wouldn't tell Lydia something like that."

"And why not? She seems pretty content with her mother."

"Max, I need you to talk to her. I don't like Adeem."

"It's better than when she was dating while they were broken up. At least we know him."

"What do we really know about him?"

"Well…his parents leave him home alone a lot…he broke up with Tabitha once even though she treats him like crap all the time…he worked for Luther…he's Arab…He's Muslim…I think…"

"Do Muslims have sex before marriage?"

"I don't know. Probably not traditional ones, but Tabitha says that he's lax."

"Lax?"

"Like…We're Christian, but we're not really."

"Yes, I really am."

"You curse, we have sex in ways that people like Damien and Dan would think was disgusting, you-"

"I'm not a die hard Christian, but I am one."

"Tell me the Five Commandments."

"It's ten, baby."

"Huh?"

"It's the Ten Commandments."

"That many? No wonder no one wants to be a Christian."

"Max."

I decided against the Hawk and started looking for a snake. "Fang, can I get a cobra?"

"No."

"A…Boa?"

"No."

"You're not fun," I said. "Moving right along though, I want a hamster."

"Nope. And, back to Tabitha and sex."

"Talk to her."

"Me?" He stopped folding clothes. We were in the garage, me sitting at one end of the card table, looking up pets, him at the other, doing the laundry.

"Yes, you."

"Why?"

"If I talk to her, it'll turn into a screaming match," I said, not looking up from the laptop. "If you talk to her, it'll mean more. She loves you."

"She loves you too."

"Not as much as my baby monkey will love me."

"No."

"Please?"

"Max, one day, that baby won't be a baby anymore and will be strong enough to rip someone's face off."

"No, not a monkey. That would be a gorilla…on second thought, I want one of those."

"No, Max."

"Please? He can even wear a diaper and you can change it."

"What? No!"

Ugh. The things I have to deal with.

Tabitha and Adeem had never cuddled. Ever. It just wasn't appealing to either of them. Jenna liked cuddling, whether it be with a girl or a guy, she needed it for whatever reason.

Tonight was no exception. After sex, he got dressed and went to take the dog pee. Tabitha dressed too, but stayed in his room. It was about ten till twelve now, so she turned on the TV to watch the ball drop.

"Man that dog can crap," Adeem said, coming back into the room. Shark Bait barked at this, going to lay down on her own bed. It was really just old blankets and stained pillows, but Shark Bait didn't know that.

"So nasty."

He crawled over her so that he could be in his normal spot. "Did you do that project?"

"What?"

"The one that all the English teachers handed out."

"Yeah."

He pulled her closer to him, but she pushed him away.

"Did you not do it?"

"Nope," he said, letting her go. "What?"

"Stop touching me so much."

"Why?" He rolled onto his stomach. "I like you. I like your body. I want to touch it."

"You already have."

"I want more," he said, again trying to pull her to him. "Besides, aren't you cold? I'll warm you up."

Apparently, tonight was the exception.

"How are you always so horny?"

"I'm not," he said, turning his head to kiss hers. "I just want to be close to you."

"But why?"

"Because, Tabitha, I love you."

"You love having sex."

"I loved you before I even knew how to have sex."

"Oh, whatever."

"I did!" He smiled at her. "Just admit that you want to be close to me too."

"I don't."

"Yes, you do," he said. "Tabby, I know you. I know that if there was ever anything that you didn't want to do, you wouldn't do it. If you hadn't wanted to have sex with me that first time, I would have ended up with a black eye from you hitting me and a bruised crotch. If you didn't want to come over here tonight, you'd be with Jenna and Terra, watching as they drunk themselves silly, while you made rude comments about it."

He had a point… "I care about you, and I love you, but I still didn't want to have sex so soon."

"And? If you love me and aren't waiting because of religious reasons, why does it matter?"

"It just does to me, alright?"

"You can't go back and fix it."

"I know."

"So, now what?"

She rolled so that her back was against his side. "You act like you care."

"I do."

"Yeah, after I've fucked with you."

"Cut it out, alright?"

"What?" She closed her eyes. "Oh, and now I'm mad at you. You made me miss the ball drop."

"You can see it next year," he said, stroking her stomach. "Are you gonna sleep in your jeans?"

"Yeah."

"Don't seem very comfortable."

"What do you want from me?"

He smiled against the back of her head. "Nothing. I was just saying."

She grabbed the remote and turned off the TV before dropping it on the floor. "Let's go to sleep."

"This early?"

"Yeah," she said, really not wanting to be here anymore. Sure, he had stayed over at her house before, but never in the same room, much less the same bed. She felt slightly awkward, laying here with him. Having sex with someone was one thing. Staying with them the whole night was a complete other.

"Fine," he said, letting her go so that he could roll onto his back. "Gotta get up early anyways, huh? Figure out how to get you back to Terra's."

"I'll just walk home. Terra won't come pick me up."

"That's a good thing, you know," he commented, closing his eyes. "She's a horrible driver."

"At least I didn't tongue her."

"Hey, I stopped there, didn't I?"

"Yeah, with her."

"Is that a comment on me having sex with you and not stopping or your other friends?"

"It could go either way."

Shark Bait started snoring, making Adeem laugh a little. Tabitha finally turned to face him and cuddled against his side, mostly because she was on the edge of the bed.

"You never got me a winter gift."

"Winter ain't over yet."

"For Arizona, yeah, it kind of is."

He smiled in the darkness. "It's New Years and we haven't even drank anything."

"Your parents have no beer."

"Neither does yours."

She cautiously laid a hand on his chest. "Night, I guess."

"Yeah. Night."

"Happy New Years!"

"Chris, it's been an hour," Tyler complained. I cuddled against Fang, who was next to me on the couch.

"Make them all go to bed," I told him, staring up at his face. "Please?"

He kissed my head before standing up. "Come on. Bedtime."

"It's New Years," Chris said as Fang led them all up the stairs.

"I know."

After they were all gone, I got up and went to go check on the twins. They were both still asleep. Then I went to wait for Fang in the bedroom.

"Hey," he said, walking in and standing in front of me. "Why'd you make me get rid of the kids?"

"I'm all nasty from when Lance spilled his Kool Aid on me," I told him, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the bathroom. "Come take a shower with me."

Fang made no objections. After that, we messed around in bed for awhile before Fang left. He had told Luther he'd come in around two that morning so that he could go enjoy New Years. I went to sleep.

When Tabitha woke up, Adeem wasn't in bed with her. She laid there for awhile before he came back.

"You awake?"

"Yeah."

He yawned. "Your phone has been going off like crazy. It was Max, so I didn't answer."

"I'll deal with her later."

Adeem shrugged as Shark Bait woke up. He had a hot pocket and the dog had smelt it.

"Here," he said, ripping off some and feeding it to the dog. Then he held it up to Tabitha. "Want some?"

"No."

He crawled over her, getting into his spot. "Wanna watch me play my Xbox?"

"Not really."

He sighed. "Then what?"

"I'm going to head home," she said, standing up.

"Why?"

"Because I've spent the whole night with you. I'm done with you for the day."

"Done?"

"Yes, done."

He sighed, staring at his food. "So…wanna go out tomorrow? Movie?"

"Adeem-"

"I'm broke, but I'll pay you back."

She stared at him for a second. "Fine. Tomorrow."

"Who's driving?"

"If you let me decide, I'll call Terra and Jeffery, and she can take us."

"…Right. I'll find us a ride."

"Good plan."

February

About a week before the older twins birthday, Fang and I were going to the doctor for an ultrasound.

"They're not my problem."

Fang crossed his arms. "Look. The two of you are going to watch your brothers. End of story."

"No," Tabitha said, defiant as ever. "They're not my brothers, they're not my problem."

She and Fang had been fighting for the past few weeks. I think that he tried to talk to her about sex and it just blew up in his face…hehe. Anyways, I needed to leave, so I really didn't care about their fight.

"Fang, we have to go," I said, pulling on his arm. "Tyler will watch them. Huh, Ty?"

"Yep."

"I told them both to."

"And I said no," Tabitha told him, glaring heavily.

"You are such a little brat, you know that?" He shook his head. "Here."

He held out his cell phone. Tabitha just looked at it. "What?"

"Call Lydia."

"…What?"

"You hate it here and I'm tired of it. Go ahead. Call her. I will let you live with her."

I gasped. "Fang!"

Tabitha took the phone before running off up the stairs. Tyler, who had Nicky in his lap, looked at me.

"You can't make me go."

"We're not," Fang said, now pulling me out of the house. "Come on, Max. We're gonna be late."

Tabitha just kept getting voicemail. She threw her dad's phone down, groaning loudly.

"Tabitha! Adeem's here."

"Shit," she mumbled, sitting up. She hadn't combed her hair today. Eh, can't be that bad. "Coming!"

While Adeem was standing there waiting, Lance finally found the courage to ask a question that had been bothering him.

"Adeem?"

"What?" He looked down at the seven year old. Lance put his hands behind his back, walking over to the older boy.

"If you and Tabitha had a baby, what would it look like?"

He frowned. "W…We, uh, well…we're not having a baby, so…I don't know."

"Like never?" Jason asked.

"No," he said, shaking his head.

"Good," Chris said, frowning over at the younger twins. "Babies are mean and they cry a lot."

"Why are you here?" Tabitha came walking down the stairs, looking slightly less pissed than she was feeling. "I'm busy today."

"Too busy for your half birthday half winter gift? Personally, I call it winterbirth. Like afterbirth, but one hundred percent different."

"Adeem."

"Come on," he said, walking away from the doorway. Interested, Tabitha followed behind him. In the driveway was Rashad, his oldest brother, sitting in an old, beat up truck.

"For my gift, you got Rashad to get an old truck?"

"No," he said, frowning at her. "I bought a truck."

"You bought me a truck?"

"I bought us a truck, but you'll get your license first, so yeah."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah," he said, smiling at her. "I told you, Tabitha. I love you."

Lance looked out the door. "That truck's nasty. You should give it to us. Me and Chris'll take it off your hands for fifty dollars."

"I got that truck for way more than that, so no, Lance," Adeem said, not even looking at him.

"Adeem, can we go now?" Rashad rolled down the window. "I'm only in town for the weekend and do not want to waste it on you and this piece of junk."

"It's not junk," he said before kissing Tabitha. "Call me tonight."

"Alright," she said, still smiling.

"And, just so you know, you have to drive me wherever I want."

"Just go."

May

"You know, next year, you're an eleventh grader."

"I know."

Luther blinked. "It's just…Tyler…even Fang banged a girl before you."

"Yeah," Bone said, staring at him.

Tyler frowned. Max had sent him into work for her because she was 'tired'. Whatever.

"I'm staying a virgin until I get married."

Bone frowned. The boy wasn't serious…was he? He looked at Luther, who just rolled his eyes.

"Tyler, no girl is ever going to marry you if you guys aren't having sex before that."

"Then I don't want to get married."

The skinniest man shook his head. "He must masturbate a lot, Luther."

"Clearly," he said, nodding his head. "You watch porn, Tyler?"

This was going way to far. "No!"

"Max says that he has magazines."

"How are those Godly, Tyler?" Luther asked.

"I don't have to do this," Tyler said, stomping off to the back of the store.

"Knew I'd get rid of him eventually," Luther said, handing Bone a beer. "Little brat would have told Fang that we're drinking in here."

"None of his business."

"I know. He's acting like we suddenly want this store to be successful."

"I know, right?"

"We're about to have a baby, we're about to have a baby, we're about to have a baby, we're about to have a-"

"Fang, if you do not stop it, I will hit you."

He pulled me closer to him. "I'm really, really excited, Max."

"Mom doubled your prescription."

"Still," he said, kissing my head. "Little baby Lawson."

Lawson… "I don't think I can do another boy."

He leaned down to kiss my stomach. "Nicky and Drew are very eager for him to stay in their room."

"Fang."

"What?" He nuzzled my stomach. "They are."

"You know, you are a lot happier that I thought you would be. Tabitha is spending all of her summer vacation with Lydia."

"If that's what she wants, that's her business," Fang said, rubbing my stomach.

"Daddy!" Drew opened the bedroom door. As always, Nicky was right behind him. Drew seemed to have some sort of hold over his twin, though I can't figure out why.

"What?" He moved away from me a little to look at them. Nick giggled, going over to the side of the bed and climbing up it.

"Play!" Drew got onto the bed too, crawling up to our faces. Nicky laid next to me, but Drew freaking forced his way between me and Fang.

"Play what?" Fang kissed his head. "Huh?"

"I no know."

"Well, Mommy is resting."

Nicky patted my stomach. "Hi!"

"Hi, baby."

He giggled. "Law'on."

"Yeah," I said, kissing his head. Drew frowned. He didn't like the idea of us having another baby. He didn't like the other kids that we had now, to be honest. He, like Tabitha, liked to be the center of attention and would have probably thrived as an only child. But, like Tabitha, he wasn't and would have to learn to adapt.

"I can't believe that you're leaving me."

Tabitha rolled onto her side to stare at him. They were in the bed of the pickup, hiding from…everything and everyone.

"I'm not leaving you," she said, staring at him. "Besides, you've ditched me over winter break before."

"That is two weeks, Tabitha. This is two, almost three, months!"

She sighed, staring at him. "We'll talk on the phone and video chat and-"

"It won't be the same."

Scowling at him, she said, "You're just mad because, if I'm gone, I won't be here to have sex with."

"Well, yeah, that too."

"You're sick."

"No, I'm normal."

She laid on her back again, staring up at the sky. "It's my mom, Adeem. Don't you want me to be happy? I'm happy with my mom."

He snorted.

"What?" She asked, now clearly annoyed with him. "What is wrong with what I said?"

"Nothing," he said, also looking up at the sky. "I mean, if you think of that bitch as your mom."

"You shut your-"

"I'm not saying that you have to like Max. I'm sure that you have your reasons for not and I'm not even going to get into that," he said, now turning to look at her. "You have to get, though, that Lydia doesn't want you."

"You-"

"Tabitha, you have lived in the same town your whole life. Granted, you haven't lived in the same house, you didn't move that far. If she wanted to find you, she would have."

She crossed her arms. "She just figured that I was happy and didn't want to fuck with it."

"Is that what she tells you?"

"It's the truth!"

Taking a deep breath, he said, "You know, Tabitha, Lydia can say what she wants, but you're not stupid. I know that you know that she's lying. She doesn't want you. She's just using you."

"For what? What could she possibly be using me for?"

"What do you think?" He glanced at her. "You're the one that said that she's always asking about your dad."

"So?"

"She wants him. You know she does."

"She had him and let him go."

"And? I'm not saying that she wants him to, like, get married or something. Just wants to fuck him."

"Alright, I am so over this." She jumped out of the back of the truck. "Get out. I'm driving home."

"You really suck sometimes," he said, getting out. "I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Go fuck yourself."

He frowned, sitting on the porch long after she left. What was so great about freaking California? She was just saying she was going for her mom, she knew she was going for the guys. It wasn't fair. Most of the girls in New York were into the whole 'let's be gay to be different' phase…

"Wait a second," he mumbled, starting to smile. California was one of the places that had started the whole gay marriage thing, years ago… Yes, maybe sending Tabitha down there wasn't all that bad.

"How long can you hold your breath before you pass out?"

Tyler glanced at Luther. "Look it up."

"But my laptop is all the way over there!"

"You're so lazy."

He shrugged, closing his eyes. "I bet I could hold my breath longer than you."

"With all the dick you probably suck, yeah, sure."

"You're not very Christiany anymore. Ever since Tabitha decided she gets to go to California, you've been bitchy." Lucas opened his eyes. "Are you gonna miss her?"

"No."

"Oh…me neither."

Tyler stared up at the rafters. It was starting to get hot outside, which meant the attic was sweltering. Max had given them fans to use at night, but he hated the sound. It made it hard to sleep.

"Are you gonna go to college?"

"That's a long ways away."

"Still. Are you?"

"No, probably not."

Lucas closed his eyes tight. "I'm not either."

"Why not? You're good at school."

"Still. I don't really think that there's any point in it."

Tyler's eyes started to shut. "When I turn eighteen, even though it'll be before I graduate, I'm moving out of here."

"Where are you going to go?" Lucas asked.

"I don't know yet. I just know that it'll be far away from here."

Now he sounded like Tabitha. "Won't you miss Mom?"

Tyler hadn't thought much about that. "Yeah, but I'll get over it. I can't stay here for one person. That's just stupid."

"She'll cry."

"She'll move on."

"…When I turn eighteen, can I go live with you?"

Tyler shrugged, starting to fall sleep. "If you want."

Long after Tyler was dreaming, Lucas was just laying there, smiling. Tyler always told him that he hated him, he had for as long as he could remember, but clearly he loved him more than he was willing to let on. For one, he let him hang out with him. Two, he didn't make him leave the attic so that he could have his own room. And, of course, he was going to take him to live with him. Even Kyle's older brother, who was the starting quarterback, wasn't that cool. Tyler was the best.

"Luther?"

He was busy dirty texting some girl that was too young for him, but still legal. Ah, the joys of the law.

"Yeah?"

Bone coughed. "Uh…remember a long time ago? When I first came back after Vickie died?"

"…Not really. Anything specific?"

"Well, you said that before we die, we should drink a lot together, one last time."

"Alright, if you say so. When are we doing this thing?"

"Luther."

He sighed, finally looking up. "Why are you asking, Bone?"

"Well…I had a dream."

"About?"

"Dying."

"So? I have those all the time." Luther dismissed him. "Look, what you need is a drink."

"Luther…it's just…I was watching the original Final Destination last night…"

The long haired man snapped his fingers. "That's it!"

"What's it?"

"How we're going to get Fang off our back about this store." Luther looked at Bone. "We'll make him think that he's skated death for too long and make him think that he's going to die. Then he'll be so worried about that, he won't notice that this place is becoming a dump!"

"…Well, Max is about to have the baby, so can't that just distract him?"

The blond scratched his head. "Oh, well, yeah, I guess."

"Okay, so back to my death thoughts-"

"Sorry bro," he said as he got a text. "My rides here. Got a girl in the car that's nineteen, hot, and needs someone to fuck her. We'll, uh, talk about this later, alright?"

"Yeah, sure," Bone said, but he was already out the door. Sighing, Bone hung his head, staring down at his lap. Therapy had been a waste, along with Fang's anger management classes. Now they were both back in the same boat as before.

That stupid cricket clock went off, alerting him that it was three in the morning. Dead hour. Would it be now that he died? He stayed away for an hour before deciding that, if he did die, he'd rather it be in his sleep anyways.