; Epic fakeout. The story's not done yet. Otherwise, lt would say, 'completed'. Don't count your chickens before they hatch. It could still end badly.
Bonnibel mainly stayed to herself in her room for the next few days, sobbing & hurting. She didn't want company, but company wanted her. 'Knock, knock'.
"Ms. Bubblegum, may I come in?".
She was relieved that lt was only Peppermint Butler, one man she could always trust. He had served as the family butler all through her life & in that time, he often had her back & helped console her when she was down. His company was always welcome with her.
"Okay".
He came in & loomed behind her, unsure of how long he would stay.
"I'm truly sorry for all of this. It's my fault. I hope you can forgive me. I honestly thought they would be more accepting.".
"Don't even worry about lt. They were bound to find out eventually.".
She wasn't even just trying to be reassuring. Truth be told, they would find out & Peppermint never intended any harm.
"Yes, I suppose so...". And then he said, "Would you like for me to stay & comfort you; or do you wish for privacy?".
"Comfort me.", she said, almost begging, turning around to look him in the eye.
That's how lt was & Marceline wasn't faring any better. Without Bonnibel, she was completely alone. No mom, usually no dad & no butler. Just she, herself & her. Finn & company were alright & she knew they meant well, but when push came to shove, they just weren't good confidants. Nonetheless, they typically didn't hang out often, outside of school. So she was back to square one, alone with her thoughts.
For Marceline, the sobbing was on the inside. She always tried to look strong. However, she was anything but strong now. Both girls cut themselves off from the outside world. Marcy mainly sat against the wall & stared in the dark. Her purpose had diminished & there was no longer a point to anything. And then there was some fumbling at the door. Her gaze broke. She may not have a purpose anymore, but she still wanted to live.
More fumbling. The lock turned & the door burst wide open. There was no time to even grab a weapon. A man waverred uncomfortably long in the doorway.
"Oh, lt's just you.", she said disappointedly. "A burglar would be nice for a change.".
Hunson Abadeer drunkenly stumbled inside, bouncing off the walls to remain afoot. He paid Marceline no mind & went straight for the kitchen cupboard, which was close to the front door, to pour himself yet another drink. A typical visit from him.
"Don't you think you had enough?", Marceline asked, already knowing his answer.
"I'm still standing.", he managed, without slurring.
"So?".
"So, I haven't had NEARLY enough.", with a severely unnecessary emphasis on, 'NEARLY'.
"Whatever suits you. Hey, would lt kill you to ask how my week was or just my day or even say, 'Hi'?".
"Ugh".
It sounded more like he had a stomache ache than him not wanting to talk to her.
"Hi. How's lt going?", he said, slurring & stretching the words carelessly, before returning to rummaging for alcohol.
She wanted to have his full attention. Any kind of reaction would be something to cherish.
"I met a girl. We kissed & fell in love. Then we broke up. And the whole school is bullying us now because of lt.".
He started leaving as she was speaking, six-packs of beer in each hand. He ignored her, as per usual. It infuriated her that she opened up & spilled some large beans, yet nothing she said or did could grab his attention. He simply did not care. Out the door he went, not even botherring to lock or so much as close the door halfway. Someone could easily come in & kill her, which certainly wasn't improbable in that neighborhood. And he wouldn't have a clue. She closed & locked lt herself, before collapsing haphazardly on the nearby living room couch & drifting off to some place nicer.