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PUSHING DOWN GREEN BEASTS

Twozy was in hysterics. Not screaming and ranting hysterics, but cold, deadly, uncontrolled jealousy.

Her head was full of boiling venom. She wanted to hurt the Sons. She wanted them all dead. There was no logic to her hate. In her state of mind, it was all just dormant feelings that had come up because Dayz wanted to leave her. The tears had dried and she had started thinking of how the Sons were trying to take her brother. That had brought forward her father's mind-fuck games and how he had wanted to do the same thing to them; tear them apart, make them hate one another.

It made her think of how she'd had the living shit beat out of her for not caving to her father's demands that she give up Dayz, and Dayz screams as he took belt after belt laid across his legs whilst she was tied to a chair and made to count out his licks. He would never give the answer their father wanted.

It made her think of all the times their father would force them to hurt one another so that he would not separate them. The days when he took Dayz away and locked her in her room; all while their mother was in oblivion or screaming from her own nightmare at his hand.

She was in Oregon before her brain regained logic and shoved all her crazy back. She became aware that she was losing her damn mind and that she need to turn the fuck around and go back to Dayz and figure out what it was that was happening. This last year had provided a new perspective of what life could be for them. Dayz was right to want more out of life then just her, he was always telling her to get herself out of her head, that he need her to find more then just him as a reason for breathing. Somehow the last year had allowed Dayz to develop as an individual; while she was still in a blood connection forged in pain, desperately clinging to the twin state as it had always been.

She wasn't missing the action of the life they'd had for the last few years, she was missing Dayz. After all they had gone through as kids at their father's hand, the twins had become immersed in each other. They developed and grew only in mirror, they developed the same skills, interests and tastes; spoke the same patterns of words.

Dayz had been able to develop new skills and wants because he allowed people in, whereas she had climbed into her head and locked it all down. At work at the bar she was Gwen McCann, a slightly dry humoured bartender who smiled and laughed and had an amazing guy who came to work and hung out just so he could spend time with her.

No wonder her brain was fucked. She had no clue how to be anything other than what she needed to play in that moment of time. On her own she became manic, filling every moment alone with busy work, the house or scavenging.

She knew her brother hadn't meant that he was walking away from her, but at first it was all she could see. Dayz finding a life with out her in it had swung at her like a bat. Taking a deep breath she noticed that the tank was on empty, taking the next exit she pulled into the gas station and reached under the seat. Lucky for her they always kept cash stashed in the truck, or she would have been up a creek.

It was bad enough that she was in black, boy cut undies and a tank top, her combats untied and flapping as she went to pay. Her long purple hair, loose and wavy, caught the attention of the attendant, a trucker and Happy. He had watched as she jumped from the truck. For a moment he wasn't quite sure if he was seeing right, it been a while, hell almost a year now since he'd seen her last.

He capped his tank and watched as she went up to the night window to pay up. He wondered why she was out here at two a.m. alone, but still, she wasn't an old lady so wasn't his business. Her outfit definitely had him wondering a few other things as he watched her rub her arms, waiting for the guy working to pass her a pack of smokes and some change.

He noticed a young guy who had already hit Happy's shit list when he had flown by in his Viper on the highway, music blaring and none too steady on the wheel, coming up to the gas station. He watched as punk ass walked up behind Twozy. As she was getting ready to turn, the punk grabbed her ass with a comment Happy didn't quite catch. As the trucker started his rig up, all he saw was the girl turn slow and smile. Happy felt his gut clench at the smile.

She stepped into the asshole, put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him in, sliding her hand to behind his neck, her moth to his ear. Happy saw what was coming and cringed as her knee drove right into the dickhead's crotch, the punk dropped and she stepped over him and walked back to her truck and started pumping her gas. Happy swung his kick stand down, got off his bike and started crossing the three pump lanes to her truck. She was keeping an eye on the guy as he raised himself up off the ground cussing her out.

"You fucking whore! I'm gonna fucking kill you! You dumb bitch!" He was still bent over, but making his way towards the girl. She didn't seem to be worried, matter of fact, she looked like she hoped the idiot would actually manage to get over to her before she was done pumping her gas.

The punk never did though because Happy walked up and grabbed him, pulling him up straight so that the punch he threw hit him square in the nose.

"That's for being drunk on the road asshole."

The second punch was straight to the chin and the punk folded on noodle knees at his feet.

"Hey Happy, what was that one for?" Twozy asked as she walked up to him.

"Being a grab ass." He said as he turned her way.

"Nah, I gave him that one." She was all goose-bumped and shivering, her teeth clamped, but she was smiling at him.

"What you doing out here like that?" Happy's hand waved up and down her body.

"I drive when I'm pissed." She shrugged and shivered all at once.

"The boy know were you're at?" His eyebrow raised at her.

"Nah, left my cell." She said.

"Call him.'" He said as he reached into his cut and passed his cell over.

Twozy dialled and held the phone arm's length as she waited for the call to go through. Dayz picked up on the first ring screaming. Happy just grinned and shook his head.

"Where the fuck are you? You're in underwear for fucks sakes." Dayz screamed.

"I'm alright, heading back now. Might be a bit, I ended up in Oregon."

"OREGON! What the fuck?!" Her arm was back out, holding the cell at a safe distance as Dayz went off again.

"Dayz! Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning." She flicked the cell closed and handed it back to Happy.

"Thanks. I'll be seeing you around Hap." She turned and went to her truck, waving, and hit the road. Happy's single head light followed her all the way back to the house. The rumble of him turning and leaving once she was in the door caused her to smile.

"Big, hard, fucking mean and chivalrous huh."

She locked the door. She felt Dayz come up behind her. Turning slowly she waited for him to go off, but he didn't. He looked sad and confused. Twozy sighed as she stepped passed him to the living room. The air between them was thick with tension, an odd thing never really felt by the twins with each other. Dayz followed behind her. She could tell he wanted to say something, but after the last four hours of self reflection and analysis she didn't have the energy to talk, she wanted the oblivion of sleep.

"Dayz, it's OK. We'll talk in the morning. My brain's fried. I can't do this right now. Right now I need sleep. OK? Please, just give me a chance to sleep."

"OK, Twozy. You know I love you right? That I never meant to be soo…." Dayz didn't even have the words to express himself, he just knew he didn't want to feel like he had hurt her. He didn't like the look of caution on her face when she looked at him.

A smile spread across Twozy's face and the tension in the room seemed to evaporate. She stepped into him and hugged him, her face muffled in his chest as she said: "I love you too."

Whatever happened in their odd ball life, they had each other.