Perhaps Goodbye is Wrong...
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: is it really necessary at this point?
Author's Note: I actually don't mind Benny too much. I think his heart is in the right place most of the time. ^.^ Mark's next! (then maybe Collins?) Anyway, thanks to the people (person) who review! I would give better thanks, but e-mail & reviews are down...
~~* Benny *~~
I came back to find Roger running (again) and Mimi in tears. That asshole! What did he say to her? It's bad enough that everyone lost Angel, but 'poor little Roger' had to prove that he's hurting worse that anyone else. He doesn't even get what's going on.
Yeah, I love Mimi, but she's like a sister to me. Sure, I loved her romantically once. But we broke up and I fell in love with Allison, Mimi with Roger. We stayed frineds though. Not to mention, she's sick and someone has to help her. He's obviously not going to. I reached out to hug the girl, comfort her and end those tears, but she jerked violently away.
"Please don't touch me," she choked out and I listened. She deserves the courtesy. But her eyes were just so sad and she looked so fragile. "Please, understand," Mimi begged and I wish I could. I wish I knew why all of this was happening. "I'm scared."
Oh God. That poor kid. That's all I could think, that poor kid. She's so young, and she's already had to put up with so much in her life. All of us have. And much as I hate to admit it, I'm scared too. She's so thin and pale. God, what if she doesn't get better?
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mark coming over as well. That was good, at least Mimi might listen to Mark on occasion, he's sensible. I realized that he was limping slightly and it just added to my growing dislike of Roger. Why does he beat up on Mark? That kid has enough problems!
"I need to go away," Mimi said softly, as she looked down at the track marks beneath her sleeves. For a minute I didn't understand, but then it hit me and I almost couldn't believe my ears. She was actually going to quit? Thank God...
It didn't look like Mark would believe it either, but he quickly offered, "I know a place. A clinic..." He appeared to be looking for the right word, one that might not be frightening and I knew what he meant. That might just be the trick.
"A rehab?" I offered. He nodded and Mimi looked at both of us gratefully. She understood she needed help, at least she was going for it. I hoped that it wouldn't be too bad. She just seemed so frail and sad...
"Maybe..." Those sad eyes shifted to catch my gaze timidly. "Could you...?"
How could she even have thought she needed to ask? "I'll pay," I assured her softly. She deserved so much better than this. She deserved more than drugs and HIV and stripping and poverty... But then, who ever deserves to live that way?
Her gaze had shifted in the direction Roger had run off to. Poor kid was in love with the worst possible person. Speaking almost to herself, Mimi whispered, "Goodbye love, goodbye..." Here her voice grew even softer. "Hello, disease," she said quietly to herself.
Then, she turned to look at me and Mark one more time, clearly panicked. "I... I can't do this!" And then she was gone as well, running from all of it. How did we get here?
At this point, Collins was thrown from the church by the minister, who was quite angry. "Off the premises, Queer," the man growled.
Weren't ministers supposed to be holy?! Before I could respond, Collins shot back, "What a way to send a boy to meet his maker!" He looked angrily towards Mark and I, but I could see the overwhelming sorrow in his eyes. "They had to know we couldn't pay the undertaker!"
I stepped forward, unsure of what to do. I so badly wished that none of this had happened. I wished that it was still the 5 of us living happily in the loft before everything. But I wish I could make it right. The only thing I could offer was: "Don't you worry about it. I'll take care of the bill."
Mark looked up. "Must be nice to have money."
"No shit," Collins told him.
After everything was settled, I couldn't help but notice how lost Collins looked. The poor guy probably wasn't sure what to do with himself at this point. He'd taken a break from focusing on his ways as an anarchist philosopher to take care of Angel and bask in being in love. How do you just pick up where you were after losing that?
Collins turned to me with a slight smile. "I think you should know that you just paid for the funeral of the man who killed your dog..."
I couldn't help but laugh. "I know- I always hated that dog."
It seemed like a good time to go off and get drunk, and who was he to disagree. We offered for Mark to join us, but he merely shook his head. So it was me and Collins off to forget our problems in a bottle.
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Jeez, two short, sucky chapters. Both Roger and Benny are hard to write... Oh well! And much thanks to Tetiani and Arabella Figg for reading and reviewing! You're my new best friends!(well except for Rose-chan... lol) Next chapter up soon! And remember:
Reviews make the world go round.
By Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: is it really necessary at this point?
Author's Note: I actually don't mind Benny too much. I think his heart is in the right place most of the time. ^.^ Mark's next! (then maybe Collins?) Anyway, thanks to the people (person) who review! I would give better thanks, but e-mail & reviews are down...
~~* Benny *~~
I came back to find Roger running (again) and Mimi in tears. That asshole! What did he say to her? It's bad enough that everyone lost Angel, but 'poor little Roger' had to prove that he's hurting worse that anyone else. He doesn't even get what's going on.
Yeah, I love Mimi, but she's like a sister to me. Sure, I loved her romantically once. But we broke up and I fell in love with Allison, Mimi with Roger. We stayed frineds though. Not to mention, she's sick and someone has to help her. He's obviously not going to. I reached out to hug the girl, comfort her and end those tears, but she jerked violently away.
"Please don't touch me," she choked out and I listened. She deserves the courtesy. But her eyes were just so sad and she looked so fragile. "Please, understand," Mimi begged and I wish I could. I wish I knew why all of this was happening. "I'm scared."
Oh God. That poor kid. That's all I could think, that poor kid. She's so young, and she's already had to put up with so much in her life. All of us have. And much as I hate to admit it, I'm scared too. She's so thin and pale. God, what if she doesn't get better?
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mark coming over as well. That was good, at least Mimi might listen to Mark on occasion, he's sensible. I realized that he was limping slightly and it just added to my growing dislike of Roger. Why does he beat up on Mark? That kid has enough problems!
"I need to go away," Mimi said softly, as she looked down at the track marks beneath her sleeves. For a minute I didn't understand, but then it hit me and I almost couldn't believe my ears. She was actually going to quit? Thank God...
It didn't look like Mark would believe it either, but he quickly offered, "I know a place. A clinic..." He appeared to be looking for the right word, one that might not be frightening and I knew what he meant. That might just be the trick.
"A rehab?" I offered. He nodded and Mimi looked at both of us gratefully. She understood she needed help, at least she was going for it. I hoped that it wouldn't be too bad. She just seemed so frail and sad...
"Maybe..." Those sad eyes shifted to catch my gaze timidly. "Could you...?"
How could she even have thought she needed to ask? "I'll pay," I assured her softly. She deserved so much better than this. She deserved more than drugs and HIV and stripping and poverty... But then, who ever deserves to live that way?
Her gaze had shifted in the direction Roger had run off to. Poor kid was in love with the worst possible person. Speaking almost to herself, Mimi whispered, "Goodbye love, goodbye..." Here her voice grew even softer. "Hello, disease," she said quietly to herself.
Then, she turned to look at me and Mark one more time, clearly panicked. "I... I can't do this!" And then she was gone as well, running from all of it. How did we get here?
At this point, Collins was thrown from the church by the minister, who was quite angry. "Off the premises, Queer," the man growled.
Weren't ministers supposed to be holy?! Before I could respond, Collins shot back, "What a way to send a boy to meet his maker!" He looked angrily towards Mark and I, but I could see the overwhelming sorrow in his eyes. "They had to know we couldn't pay the undertaker!"
I stepped forward, unsure of what to do. I so badly wished that none of this had happened. I wished that it was still the 5 of us living happily in the loft before everything. But I wish I could make it right. The only thing I could offer was: "Don't you worry about it. I'll take care of the bill."
Mark looked up. "Must be nice to have money."
"No shit," Collins told him.
After everything was settled, I couldn't help but notice how lost Collins looked. The poor guy probably wasn't sure what to do with himself at this point. He'd taken a break from focusing on his ways as an anarchist philosopher to take care of Angel and bask in being in love. How do you just pick up where you were after losing that?
Collins turned to me with a slight smile. "I think you should know that you just paid for the funeral of the man who killed your dog..."
I couldn't help but laugh. "I know- I always hated that dog."
It seemed like a good time to go off and get drunk, and who was he to disagree. We offered for Mark to join us, but he merely shook his head. So it was me and Collins off to forget our problems in a bottle.
~*~*~*~
Jeez, two short, sucky chapters. Both Roger and Benny are hard to write... Oh well! And much thanks to Tetiani and Arabella Figg for reading and reviewing! You're my new best friends!(well except for Rose-chan... lol) Next chapter up soon! And remember:
Reviews make the world go round.
