AN: I'm not sure how much sense this makes. It was written at 2 o clock in the morning after a very stressful day. It's kind of a stream-of-consciousness type deal with Gene being contemplative. It was suppose to be leaning towards Gene's sense of responsibility for Jim and his guilt for not always being someone Jim could look up to. I'm sure I could have been more clear about that, but what comes out comes out I guess. Anyways R+R, please. This is my first time posting a fic and I really need feedback.
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To forget. That's all he ever wanted to do. That's why he was here, in her arms. She was faceless, but she helped him to forget, at least for a little while. Just like all the others. He really didn't know what else to do. Well, there were all those odd jobs. They helped to occupy his mind. Then again, so did drinking. Then there was taking care of Jim. Although, Jim could pretty much take care of himself. He was extremely intelligent, resourceful, mature, prepared, and conscious of the world around him…yes. Jim could make it on his own if he very well pleased. All Gene wanted to do was to be there for Jim when he hit those rough spots. He still was only eleven after all. Gene just wanted to be his friend, his support, someone he could look up to, his…role model. Yeah, right. Some role model he was. Ditching Jim first chance he got, anytime he made some decent money, to go get drunk or fuck the brains out of another woman he didn't know or give a damn about. Why did he do that anyway? Oh yeah. To forget. That's all he ever wanted to do. To forget about his father. To forget about the only man he had ever been able to look up to, before he had died. To forget that fate had left him all alone. To forget that he had missed out on someone to guide him as he grew up, a role model…
Gene looked over at the sleeping woman in his arms. Then, quietly, he slipped out of the bed that they had shared, dressed himself, and left. Jim was probably waiting for him…