Shout outs: Only because there are many and I'm so lazy here is one combined THANKYOUGUYSILOVEYOUGOLDENPIEAWARDSFORALL! Phew, that's a mouth full.
Pie!Muse: Hyper much?
Polecat: *bounces around with her bag of Skittles* Nope, not at all. *bounce bounce bounce*
*17*
"Jack leers over me, grinning at me and I cower at his feet stark naked. I look up at him and he kneels closer to me. For an instant I want to wrap my hands around his head and pull him into a full mouth kiss. He laughs then, a cruel, wicked laugh. Then I notice Kid Blink to his left laughing maniacally and Racetrack to his right cackling madly. I smell the ink of the marker before I actually see it; Jack waves it under my nose a few times for good measure. He proceeds to write in big red letters across my chest: Property of Jack Kelly. His ass is mine. I look around me and everyone us there laughing.... Dutchy, Shortie, Mush, Polecat, Tiger... everyone. I can feel the tears running down my face, cruel laughter echoing in my ears... and then I wake up."
Denton looks carefully at me, his pen perched between his lips. He nods a few times without saying anything. "So.... is this a reoccurring dream?"
I nod solemnly, "It even haunts me while I'm awake."
"Which is how you and Ruin got into a confrontation."
I nod again," I was having a waking nightmare and began to panic. Ruin saw me--"
"And I thought I should snap him outta it as soon as possible," Ruin said with full innocence.
Denton tapped his pen repeatedly on his notepad, nodding but not saying anything. "Sooo... this is why she hit you in the face?"
I winced and rubbed my purpling jaw, "Yeah. And the stomach." Ruin growled low and shot me a sharp look. "But I was in a panic attack, " I added quickly. "And she completely snapped me out of it."
Denton nodded some more and tapped his pen again on his notepad, "How long have you've been having this dream?"
"Since the day I arrived here. I just.... I just feel so unloved by my family. I was uprooted and thrown here because they hate me so much." I made sure to make my voice crack a few times and dug my nails into my palm to make a few tears spring forward.
"David, you're not unloved. Your family loves you very much, they're concerned about you and that's why you were sent here."
"I don't believe you," I muttered stubbornly.
"It's true, David. And everyone here at Saint Vincent's, we love you too. That's what we're here for, for you guys to talk to or come to us when you need to. We -the staff, your parents and family, we all love all of you."
"Really?" I asked pretending to perk up a little. "H-how do I know you're telling the truth?"
"You have my word."
I scoffed, "Someone's word doesn't mean a thing. Put it in writing, then I'll believe you."
Denton tapped his pen on his notepad again and I fought back a cringe at his annoying habit. "Alright," he flipped the pages to a clean sheet. "'I, Bryan Denton, love you, David Jacobs.'"
I bit the inside of my lip to keep myself from grinning. He handed me the memo and shooed Ruin and I out the door.
"You two hurry and get ready for dinner. I'll talk to Medda about this misunderstanding. But Ruin, the next time find a staff member, okay? Remember, it's what we're here for."
We both nodded, smiling fake but convincing smiles. "He's an idiot," Ruin muttered as we headed for the stairs that lead up to the dorms.
"Yeah, but I got my note," I beamed, folding the paper and placing it safely in my pocket.
"You were pretty convincing in there."
I beamed brighter, "My mother always thought I should of been an actor."
"But don't think that this makes us pals, Dave. Got it? You got me outta this jam, so I'll talk to Mis for you, but that's it. Whether she agrees to help you or not is her own choice."
"I know that."
"After that, that's it. I don't like you and you don't like me."
"I like you."
"I still don't like you."
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Dutchy!Muse: *frantically looks through the notes on St. Vins* Didn't we already do the Davey-gets-a-love-note-from-Denton task?"
*all the other muses shrug and watch Mad TV* I dunno.
Dutchy!Muse: Yeah, I'm really sure we did... Poley?
Polecat: *shrugs and watched Mad TV* I dunno.
Dutchy!Muse: Authors! Grrr.
Pie!Muse: Hyper much?
Polecat: *bounces around with her bag of Skittles* Nope, not at all. *bounce bounce bounce*
*17*
"Jack leers over me, grinning at me and I cower at his feet stark naked. I look up at him and he kneels closer to me. For an instant I want to wrap my hands around his head and pull him into a full mouth kiss. He laughs then, a cruel, wicked laugh. Then I notice Kid Blink to his left laughing maniacally and Racetrack to his right cackling madly. I smell the ink of the marker before I actually see it; Jack waves it under my nose a few times for good measure. He proceeds to write in big red letters across my chest: Property of Jack Kelly. His ass is mine. I look around me and everyone us there laughing.... Dutchy, Shortie, Mush, Polecat, Tiger... everyone. I can feel the tears running down my face, cruel laughter echoing in my ears... and then I wake up."
Denton looks carefully at me, his pen perched between his lips. He nods a few times without saying anything. "So.... is this a reoccurring dream?"
I nod solemnly, "It even haunts me while I'm awake."
"Which is how you and Ruin got into a confrontation."
I nod again," I was having a waking nightmare and began to panic. Ruin saw me--"
"And I thought I should snap him outta it as soon as possible," Ruin said with full innocence.
Denton tapped his pen repeatedly on his notepad, nodding but not saying anything. "Sooo... this is why she hit you in the face?"
I winced and rubbed my purpling jaw, "Yeah. And the stomach." Ruin growled low and shot me a sharp look. "But I was in a panic attack, " I added quickly. "And she completely snapped me out of it."
Denton nodded some more and tapped his pen again on his notepad, "How long have you've been having this dream?"
"Since the day I arrived here. I just.... I just feel so unloved by my family. I was uprooted and thrown here because they hate me so much." I made sure to make my voice crack a few times and dug my nails into my palm to make a few tears spring forward.
"David, you're not unloved. Your family loves you very much, they're concerned about you and that's why you were sent here."
"I don't believe you," I muttered stubbornly.
"It's true, David. And everyone here at Saint Vincent's, we love you too. That's what we're here for, for you guys to talk to or come to us when you need to. We -the staff, your parents and family, we all love all of you."
"Really?" I asked pretending to perk up a little. "H-how do I know you're telling the truth?"
"You have my word."
I scoffed, "Someone's word doesn't mean a thing. Put it in writing, then I'll believe you."
Denton tapped his pen on his notepad again and I fought back a cringe at his annoying habit. "Alright," he flipped the pages to a clean sheet. "'I, Bryan Denton, love you, David Jacobs.'"
I bit the inside of my lip to keep myself from grinning. He handed me the memo and shooed Ruin and I out the door.
"You two hurry and get ready for dinner. I'll talk to Medda about this misunderstanding. But Ruin, the next time find a staff member, okay? Remember, it's what we're here for."
We both nodded, smiling fake but convincing smiles. "He's an idiot," Ruin muttered as we headed for the stairs that lead up to the dorms.
"Yeah, but I got my note," I beamed, folding the paper and placing it safely in my pocket.
"You were pretty convincing in there."
I beamed brighter, "My mother always thought I should of been an actor."
"But don't think that this makes us pals, Dave. Got it? You got me outta this jam, so I'll talk to Mis for you, but that's it. Whether she agrees to help you or not is her own choice."
"I know that."
"After that, that's it. I don't like you and you don't like me."
"I like you."
"I still don't like you."
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Dutchy!Muse: *frantically looks through the notes on St. Vins* Didn't we already do the Davey-gets-a-love-note-from-Denton task?"
*all the other muses shrug and watch Mad TV* I dunno.
Dutchy!Muse: Yeah, I'm really sure we did... Poley?
Polecat: *shrugs and watched Mad TV* I dunno.
Dutchy!Muse: Authors! Grrr.
