Cut To:
Int.
Inside a bedroom, Hampton was resting comfortably on his bed, tending his injuries, while his parents kept him isolated inside from the outside world. His wounds started to heal naturally.
(Flashback)
In a flashback, Hampton could see a wrench plunging down at him. Blood spilling from his mouth and face. Punches landing on each sections of the body followed by grunting.
As soon as the shadowy figure was finished, it pulled out a sidearm and aims in Hampton's direction before...
(Gun cocks)
"This little piggy went..." The voice said and pulled the trigger.
(Gunfire)
(Flashback Ends)
Hampton gasped awake as his heart raced after that imagery dream.
"What was that?" He asked, thoughtfully.
"Are you okay?" A voice asked, voice-over
Cut To:
Int.
Bugs Bunny was seated in front of the fireplace of his home, while Lola stood beside her depressed husband.
Bugs crossed hands were resting on his lower face, while his eyes were closed. He slowly opened them after lola's comment.
"I don't know. Lola...I suspended one of my best and brightest students. I don't even know if I did da right thing. I mean, da students said dat he did it. But he said dat he didn't. I didn't know who ta believe at dat point. I mean, da students were witnesses and dey said dat he did it. And--"
Lola placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Bugs, Bugs, stop." Lola cut in as Bugs looked at her. "You got yourself in a position that you have no control over. I mean, sure the students said that it was a rabbit that they saw. Does that necessarily mean that it's Buster?"
Bugs paused trying to consume the words in his mind. He know Lola was right. But he still wasn't sure of the whole thing.
Dissolve To:
Int.
Fifteen-year-old Buster Bunny laid alone in his room on his bed pretty much saddened and ashamed as he was when leaving the school.
"I'm a bully." He thought. "I'm a selfless fucked-up bully."
Buster continues to waddled in his thought, consciously closing his eyes to sleep.
Then, Buster somewhat starts to feel a different part of his emotions trying to shake the grasp from his soul. His eyes twitched before slowly opening them halfway. Whatever that feeling was that he felt, was somehow able to leave him at this point. It's almost like part of his positive energy are slipping away.
Suddenly, he could hear a soft voice call out to him.
"Hey, Wake Up."
Buster looked around left and right, while his head laid flat on the pillow. Then, the soft voice came again.
"Wake Up."
"Who's there?" Buster asked
No Response came to Buster at all. Then, he started hearing fainted footsteps echoing throughout the room. Buster looked around, scared out of his mind before hearing the rapid sound of the door knob tangling.
Buster looked into the direction of the door and slowly lifted his head up a little. The knob tangled faster, while Buster sat up, completely aware of it.
Then, the knob halted its noise, followed by the door creaking open.
Buster kept his eyes on the door, while his facial feature shown the expression of shock and disbelief at what he saw. No shadow consumed his feature, but his facial expression still remains.
"Hello, Buster Bunny." The voice said, coldly
"No." He softly uttered, briefly swallowing saliva and shaking his head. "No. It can't be."
Standing over at the corner of the closed door about a few feets from the bed, a mirror image of Buster Bunny stood aimlessly by the drawer with his arms crossed and his ears casted backward. The gaze in its doppelganger's eyes looking towards Buster could only be described as a visual image of unconscious negativity. In plain english: His bitter and twisted side. Possibly, Buster's greatest fear come to life.
Buster tried every ounce of courage to withstand himself from sweating drops onto his forehead and extinquish every ounce of fear in his vein. But the doppelganger could easily sense it, which made it harder for Buster to extinquish his fears at the moment.
Finally, Buster spoke.
"W-who are you?" He asked, shakily
The doppelganger approaches firmly toward Buster.
"I'm you. Your Bitterness."
After a short pause...
"How...did you get out?" He asked, as he sat up some more.
The doppelganger stopped at the side of the bed by the drawer with the phone on top of it.
"You let me out."
"Why?" Buster was quick to ask.
"Because...you have a bitter side that prevents you from coming near anyone. Even your friends. Even Babs." He grins after that last comment.
Buster shakes his head.
"No, that's not true. I was-I was a little frustrated with what happened with Hampton."
"You believe that you are a bully because you brutalized your best friend. Is that right?"
Buster gazed downward from his gaze and narrowed his eyes a little in shame.
"Yes." He admitted, flawlessly and stern.
The doppelganger could easily sense it and pulled a short smirk. He waltzes away from Buster.
"Then, that makes you the enemy of others."
"No." He softly said, closing his eyes tightly.
"They'll be afraid of you." He continues the torture.
"Stop it!" He shouted
"They're afraid that you would hurt..."
"No!" He shakes his head, violently declining his negativity
"...and violently rape young girls!" He turned around after the last statement.
"NO!" Buster roared and looked viciously at his doppelganger with severe hatred in his eyes. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
The doppelganger hid a grin, trying to keep Buster off track of noticing what he's planning, and scowled at him instead.
"You are the enemy here! Not me!"
Buster grasped his head, trying to end this torture.
"GO AWAY! GET OUT OF MY FUCKIN' HEAD!"
The doppelganger quickly approaches the whimpering Buster Bunny.
"YOU CANNOT GET RID OF ME!! I AM YOU!!" His shouting voice echoed "YOU CAN NEVER BE RID OF WHAT YOU ARE!!"
Buster's teeth gritted throughout every shout, pumping his eardrums like hearts.
The doppelganger chuckled evilly before going back to a calmer, softer voice.
"You said it yourself, Buster. You're a selfless...fucked-up bully."
Buster shed little tears from his eyes in defeat.
"Yes. I am." Buster's voice shakened with fear and despair, admitting everything that he, himself, has said.
"And you were right the first time. It is too late."
Buster seems to calm down a little.
"You may be right. It is too late." He said, almost repeatedly to his doppelganger.
"Then, take control."
Buster paused a second and shakes his head.
"No, I don't want to hurt anybody."
"You already did."
Buster was tear-eyed now and his lips were trembling.
"It was an accident." His voice was breaking.
"Then, you crossed the line." He grabbed Buster's arm. "It's time to cross further. NOW!"
"Don't. AAUGH!!" Buster screamed in agonizing pain as he felt a intensifying amount of emotion burning into his skin like acid.
But Buster eyes were close as he could instantly hear his own echoing scream from his devastating nightmare.
"Time to cross further." His doppelganger's voice echoed in his mind.
Hearts beats echoed throughout.
Then, Buster gasped awake and jerked up grasping his chest, filling every inch of his heart racing like a machine. Buster breaths heavily in the process.
"Was I asleep?" He thought
(Phone Rings)
Buster slowly looked at the ringing phone and decided to answer without getting up. But before he could speak, he soon realized something.
"Babs, if this is you, I told you--"
"Buster, this is Shirley."
Buster sat up further and spoke after that comment.
"Shirley, what are ya calling here for?" He said, coldly
Shirley's silent on the phone were obviously noticed, due to Buster's cold voice.
"To let you know that what you're doing is hurting Babs."
Buster sighs deeply, knowing exactly what Shirley was implying. He figured that Babs would tell her.
"Look, if Babs put you up to this, I--"
"I know what you told her. And she didn't put me up to this."
"Then, we have nothing to talk about. Goodbye." He said, coldly and firmly
"Don't hang up." Shirley lectured
Buster paused after that lecture.
"Why not?"
"Because if you do, I'm gonna, like, come over there. And when I'm there, I'm gonna lock the door so you can't escape."
Buster paused and bit his lower lip after that lecture. His eyes glared with negativity.
"Are you threatening me?" He asked, softly
"I might. If you continue this charade again."
Buster sneered.
"Listen to me. It is too late. Okay?"
Suddenly, Buster's door was kicked open and in came Shirley holding a cellphone to her ear.
Buster was shocked as she closed the flip of her phone shut and gazed Buster sternly.
Shirley closed and locked the door before speaking in a stern and calm.
"It's never too late."
Buster growled and got up before approaching Shirley with a heap of anger.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! WHAT?!"
(SLAP!)
Then, a hard slap came to Buster's face from Shirley. Buster yelped after the impact.
"You are, like, gonna calm yerself down and you are going to listen whether you like it or not."
Buster slowly glares his blood-cracked eyes at Shirley, which got her sidetracked by it.
Shirley gave off a frighten look as a mysterious vibe was channeling from Buster to her mind. It's almost like something was overpowering Buster with hard negative emotions, which got him glaring unconsciously at her. Shirley wanted to do something to help him. However, before she could do anything, Buster did the unthinkable.
(SLAP!!)
He back-slapped her with a hard impact to get her down to the floor. The slap was even harder than Shirley could even dish out. In fact, it was so hard, it left a mark on her face.
Shirley gasped at the impact as she caressed the pain on her face.
Buster starts to slowly approach with a gaze of umimaginable lust of hatred that overwhelmed Shirley's mind with fright.
She saw him and shook her head.
"Please, Buster, don't do--"
Buster grabbed Shirley by the hair as she yelped in total fear and pain.
Buster forcefully pinned her to the drawer by the mirror, knocking the appliances down on the floor. The force of the drawer almost cracked the bone in Shirley's spine.
Buster had his teeth gritted tightly as he glared Shirley to death, breathing down her throat.
"Stop it. You're hurting me." She whines, feeling the pain in her back.
"That was a big mistake! (breaths deeply) I told you it's too late! WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!! WHY?!" Buster roared with animosity
Shirley shivered before a short paused issued from her.
"Because I can't leave you alone. I won't!" She said, despite what he's doing.
Buster then did something no one including Shirley couldn't expect. He issued a short, but evil smirk directly at Shirley.
Shirley took notice of it and was shocked.
"Okay." He said, sinisterly. "Since you won't leave me alone, I guess I won't be leaving you alone either."
As Buster said those words, Shirley looked into his eyes and knew exactly was Buster was gonna do. Was he gonna rape her? Was he gonna batter her? In his own burrow? It would appear so. She wanted to do something to prevent that, but was too scared and frighten to do so. Tears formed her eyes as she gazed him. Then, out of nowhere, her voice spoke to him, like it was her own purple aura speaking out for her.
"Look at you. Look at yourself." Shirley said, softly with a part-worried and part-frightened look in her eyes, even though she was still shivering from the dark smirk of Buster Bunny.
While his grasp was on Shirley, Buster suddenly could feel his own soul breaking free from the negativity. Like his positiveness has return within the blink of an eye. His eyes widen in shock and his smirk disappeared with open mouth as he realized what he was doing. He consciously lets go of Shirley and turned around with his head hung down. His back was to Shirley as he stopped walking and stood there looking at his gloved hands each before grasping his face in such mixed emotion no one could handle. He slowly looked at the mirror at his reflection, seeing what he has become. Was he becoming a bully? A Rapist? Or something worst? He somewhat saw it within his eyes that carried his soul, gasped and looked at his hands again in total horror.
"Oh, god. Oh, god!" Buster said as Shirley starts to approached him slowly, despite the fact that he struck and tried to batter and attemptly rape her. "Oh, my god!"
Buster grasped his head and ears.
"Oh! Shit!" Buster screeched
"Buster, It's 'kay." She said
As Shirley firmly laid her hand on his shoulder, a sudden flashback emitted into Buster's mind, showing him and her what would happen if he did go any further.
(Flashback)
Buster threw Shirley from the drawer to the bed with harsh force.
Shirley yelped for her life as she tried to get away, but Buster hopped on the bed, forcefully pinning her arms on the bed.
She continued screaming when Buster slapped her very hard.
"Shut Up!" His voice shouted, echoing
He began ripping pieces of her clothes off as Shirley tried to fight back, but Buster back slapped her from making an attempt.
(Flashback Ends)
As soon as the terrible, disturbing memory faded, Buster shot his eyes open and suddenly got Shirley's hand off him as he backed away against the wall, looking at her very frightened in the eyes.
"Don't touch me!!" He screamed
"It's okay, Buster."
He shakes his head.
"No. (paused) No, it's not. I tried to hurt you. I -- I-I almost tried to -- rape -- Oh, my god!" He trailed off, stammering in total frightened shock.
Buster was sweating throughout his forehead as he breaths heavily.
"Buster, you have got to, like, calm down."
Buster desperately shakes his head with tears in his eyes.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I just can't!" He said, voice-breaking with tears dripping every drop on the floor.
"Yes, you can." She said, while approaching him.
Buster noticed and points in her direction.
"No! Stay back! Get the fuck back! Please." His last statement replied along with his voice breaking, desperately trying to keep Shirley away from the monster that he's become.
"I can't help you unless you let me." She further approached
Buster paused after that statement. It was the same statement he gave Babs about a month ago during their argument. But this was different with Buster.
"Shirley, stay back. I don't want to hurt you like I did Hampton. I'm a bully...(paused)...and a rapist." He stated his last statement softly.
Shirley gazed him in shock after that last comment.
"No, you're not. Buster--"
"SHIRLEY, PLEASE!" He shouted before sobbing.
Shirley got in front of Buster, who started kneeling and crying his emotions out. Shirley kneels and wraps her arms around him for comfort, while Buster cries on her shoulder. Shirley kissed his head a little, while comforting him.
"It's Okay. It's Okay." She said, reassuringly
Int.
Inside a bedroom, Hampton was resting comfortably on his bed, tending his injuries, while his parents kept him isolated inside from the outside world. His wounds started to heal naturally.
(Flashback)
In a flashback, Hampton could see a wrench plunging down at him. Blood spilling from his mouth and face. Punches landing on each sections of the body followed by grunting.
As soon as the shadowy figure was finished, it pulled out a sidearm and aims in Hampton's direction before...
(Gun cocks)
"This little piggy went..." The voice said and pulled the trigger.
(Gunfire)
(Flashback Ends)
Hampton gasped awake as his heart raced after that imagery dream.
"What was that?" He asked, thoughtfully.
"Are you okay?" A voice asked, voice-over
Cut To:
Int.
Bugs Bunny was seated in front of the fireplace of his home, while Lola stood beside her depressed husband.
Bugs crossed hands were resting on his lower face, while his eyes were closed. He slowly opened them after lola's comment.
"I don't know. Lola...I suspended one of my best and brightest students. I don't even know if I did da right thing. I mean, da students said dat he did it. But he said dat he didn't. I didn't know who ta believe at dat point. I mean, da students were witnesses and dey said dat he did it. And--"
Lola placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Bugs, Bugs, stop." Lola cut in as Bugs looked at her. "You got yourself in a position that you have no control over. I mean, sure the students said that it was a rabbit that they saw. Does that necessarily mean that it's Buster?"
Bugs paused trying to consume the words in his mind. He know Lola was right. But he still wasn't sure of the whole thing.
Dissolve To:
Int.
Fifteen-year-old Buster Bunny laid alone in his room on his bed pretty much saddened and ashamed as he was when leaving the school.
"I'm a bully." He thought. "I'm a selfless fucked-up bully."
Buster continues to waddled in his thought, consciously closing his eyes to sleep.
Then, Buster somewhat starts to feel a different part of his emotions trying to shake the grasp from his soul. His eyes twitched before slowly opening them halfway. Whatever that feeling was that he felt, was somehow able to leave him at this point. It's almost like part of his positive energy are slipping away.
Suddenly, he could hear a soft voice call out to him.
"Hey, Wake Up."
Buster looked around left and right, while his head laid flat on the pillow. Then, the soft voice came again.
"Wake Up."
"Who's there?" Buster asked
No Response came to Buster at all. Then, he started hearing fainted footsteps echoing throughout the room. Buster looked around, scared out of his mind before hearing the rapid sound of the door knob tangling.
Buster looked into the direction of the door and slowly lifted his head up a little. The knob tangled faster, while Buster sat up, completely aware of it.
Then, the knob halted its noise, followed by the door creaking open.
Buster kept his eyes on the door, while his facial feature shown the expression of shock and disbelief at what he saw. No shadow consumed his feature, but his facial expression still remains.
"Hello, Buster Bunny." The voice said, coldly
"No." He softly uttered, briefly swallowing saliva and shaking his head. "No. It can't be."
Standing over at the corner of the closed door about a few feets from the bed, a mirror image of Buster Bunny stood aimlessly by the drawer with his arms crossed and his ears casted backward. The gaze in its doppelganger's eyes looking towards Buster could only be described as a visual image of unconscious negativity. In plain english: His bitter and twisted side. Possibly, Buster's greatest fear come to life.
Buster tried every ounce of courage to withstand himself from sweating drops onto his forehead and extinquish every ounce of fear in his vein. But the doppelganger could easily sense it, which made it harder for Buster to extinquish his fears at the moment.
Finally, Buster spoke.
"W-who are you?" He asked, shakily
The doppelganger approaches firmly toward Buster.
"I'm you. Your Bitterness."
After a short pause...
"How...did you get out?" He asked, as he sat up some more.
The doppelganger stopped at the side of the bed by the drawer with the phone on top of it.
"You let me out."
"Why?" Buster was quick to ask.
"Because...you have a bitter side that prevents you from coming near anyone. Even your friends. Even Babs." He grins after that last comment.
Buster shakes his head.
"No, that's not true. I was-I was a little frustrated with what happened with Hampton."
"You believe that you are a bully because you brutalized your best friend. Is that right?"
Buster gazed downward from his gaze and narrowed his eyes a little in shame.
"Yes." He admitted, flawlessly and stern.
The doppelganger could easily sense it and pulled a short smirk. He waltzes away from Buster.
"Then, that makes you the enemy of others."
"No." He softly said, closing his eyes tightly.
"They'll be afraid of you." He continues the torture.
"Stop it!" He shouted
"They're afraid that you would hurt..."
"No!" He shakes his head, violently declining his negativity
"...and violently rape young girls!" He turned around after the last statement.
"NO!" Buster roared and looked viciously at his doppelganger with severe hatred in his eyes. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
The doppelganger hid a grin, trying to keep Buster off track of noticing what he's planning, and scowled at him instead.
"You are the enemy here! Not me!"
Buster grasped his head, trying to end this torture.
"GO AWAY! GET OUT OF MY FUCKIN' HEAD!"
The doppelganger quickly approaches the whimpering Buster Bunny.
"YOU CANNOT GET RID OF ME!! I AM YOU!!" His shouting voice echoed "YOU CAN NEVER BE RID OF WHAT YOU ARE!!"
Buster's teeth gritted throughout every shout, pumping his eardrums like hearts.
The doppelganger chuckled evilly before going back to a calmer, softer voice.
"You said it yourself, Buster. You're a selfless...fucked-up bully."
Buster shed little tears from his eyes in defeat.
"Yes. I am." Buster's voice shakened with fear and despair, admitting everything that he, himself, has said.
"And you were right the first time. It is too late."
Buster seems to calm down a little.
"You may be right. It is too late." He said, almost repeatedly to his doppelganger.
"Then, take control."
Buster paused a second and shakes his head.
"No, I don't want to hurt anybody."
"You already did."
Buster was tear-eyed now and his lips were trembling.
"It was an accident." His voice was breaking.
"Then, you crossed the line." He grabbed Buster's arm. "It's time to cross further. NOW!"
"Don't. AAUGH!!" Buster screamed in agonizing pain as he felt a intensifying amount of emotion burning into his skin like acid.
But Buster eyes were close as he could instantly hear his own echoing scream from his devastating nightmare.
"Time to cross further." His doppelganger's voice echoed in his mind.
Hearts beats echoed throughout.
Then, Buster gasped awake and jerked up grasping his chest, filling every inch of his heart racing like a machine. Buster breaths heavily in the process.
"Was I asleep?" He thought
(Phone Rings)
Buster slowly looked at the ringing phone and decided to answer without getting up. But before he could speak, he soon realized something.
"Babs, if this is you, I told you--"
"Buster, this is Shirley."
Buster sat up further and spoke after that comment.
"Shirley, what are ya calling here for?" He said, coldly
Shirley's silent on the phone were obviously noticed, due to Buster's cold voice.
"To let you know that what you're doing is hurting Babs."
Buster sighs deeply, knowing exactly what Shirley was implying. He figured that Babs would tell her.
"Look, if Babs put you up to this, I--"
"I know what you told her. And she didn't put me up to this."
"Then, we have nothing to talk about. Goodbye." He said, coldly and firmly
"Don't hang up." Shirley lectured
Buster paused after that lecture.
"Why not?"
"Because if you do, I'm gonna, like, come over there. And when I'm there, I'm gonna lock the door so you can't escape."
Buster paused and bit his lower lip after that lecture. His eyes glared with negativity.
"Are you threatening me?" He asked, softly
"I might. If you continue this charade again."
Buster sneered.
"Listen to me. It is too late. Okay?"
Suddenly, Buster's door was kicked open and in came Shirley holding a cellphone to her ear.
Buster was shocked as she closed the flip of her phone shut and gazed Buster sternly.
Shirley closed and locked the door before speaking in a stern and calm.
"It's never too late."
Buster growled and got up before approaching Shirley with a heap of anger.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! WHAT?!"
(SLAP!)
Then, a hard slap came to Buster's face from Shirley. Buster yelped after the impact.
"You are, like, gonna calm yerself down and you are going to listen whether you like it or not."
Buster slowly glares his blood-cracked eyes at Shirley, which got her sidetracked by it.
Shirley gave off a frighten look as a mysterious vibe was channeling from Buster to her mind. It's almost like something was overpowering Buster with hard negative emotions, which got him glaring unconsciously at her. Shirley wanted to do something to help him. However, before she could do anything, Buster did the unthinkable.
(SLAP!!)
He back-slapped her with a hard impact to get her down to the floor. The slap was even harder than Shirley could even dish out. In fact, it was so hard, it left a mark on her face.
Shirley gasped at the impact as she caressed the pain on her face.
Buster starts to slowly approach with a gaze of umimaginable lust of hatred that overwhelmed Shirley's mind with fright.
She saw him and shook her head.
"Please, Buster, don't do--"
Buster grabbed Shirley by the hair as she yelped in total fear and pain.
Buster forcefully pinned her to the drawer by the mirror, knocking the appliances down on the floor. The force of the drawer almost cracked the bone in Shirley's spine.
Buster had his teeth gritted tightly as he glared Shirley to death, breathing down her throat.
"Stop it. You're hurting me." She whines, feeling the pain in her back.
"That was a big mistake! (breaths deeply) I told you it's too late! WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!! WHY?!" Buster roared with animosity
Shirley shivered before a short paused issued from her.
"Because I can't leave you alone. I won't!" She said, despite what he's doing.
Buster then did something no one including Shirley couldn't expect. He issued a short, but evil smirk directly at Shirley.
Shirley took notice of it and was shocked.
"Okay." He said, sinisterly. "Since you won't leave me alone, I guess I won't be leaving you alone either."
As Buster said those words, Shirley looked into his eyes and knew exactly was Buster was gonna do. Was he gonna rape her? Was he gonna batter her? In his own burrow? It would appear so. She wanted to do something to prevent that, but was too scared and frighten to do so. Tears formed her eyes as she gazed him. Then, out of nowhere, her voice spoke to him, like it was her own purple aura speaking out for her.
"Look at you. Look at yourself." Shirley said, softly with a part-worried and part-frightened look in her eyes, even though she was still shivering from the dark smirk of Buster Bunny.
While his grasp was on Shirley, Buster suddenly could feel his own soul breaking free from the negativity. Like his positiveness has return within the blink of an eye. His eyes widen in shock and his smirk disappeared with open mouth as he realized what he was doing. He consciously lets go of Shirley and turned around with his head hung down. His back was to Shirley as he stopped walking and stood there looking at his gloved hands each before grasping his face in such mixed emotion no one could handle. He slowly looked at the mirror at his reflection, seeing what he has become. Was he becoming a bully? A Rapist? Or something worst? He somewhat saw it within his eyes that carried his soul, gasped and looked at his hands again in total horror.
"Oh, god. Oh, god!" Buster said as Shirley starts to approached him slowly, despite the fact that he struck and tried to batter and attemptly rape her. "Oh, my god!"
Buster grasped his head and ears.
"Oh! Shit!" Buster screeched
"Buster, It's 'kay." She said
As Shirley firmly laid her hand on his shoulder, a sudden flashback emitted into Buster's mind, showing him and her what would happen if he did go any further.
(Flashback)
Buster threw Shirley from the drawer to the bed with harsh force.
Shirley yelped for her life as she tried to get away, but Buster hopped on the bed, forcefully pinning her arms on the bed.
She continued screaming when Buster slapped her very hard.
"Shut Up!" His voice shouted, echoing
He began ripping pieces of her clothes off as Shirley tried to fight back, but Buster back slapped her from making an attempt.
(Flashback Ends)
As soon as the terrible, disturbing memory faded, Buster shot his eyes open and suddenly got Shirley's hand off him as he backed away against the wall, looking at her very frightened in the eyes.
"Don't touch me!!" He screamed
"It's okay, Buster."
He shakes his head.
"No. (paused) No, it's not. I tried to hurt you. I -- I-I almost tried to -- rape -- Oh, my god!" He trailed off, stammering in total frightened shock.
Buster was sweating throughout his forehead as he breaths heavily.
"Buster, you have got to, like, calm down."
Buster desperately shakes his head with tears in his eyes.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I just can't!" He said, voice-breaking with tears dripping every drop on the floor.
"Yes, you can." She said, while approaching him.
Buster noticed and points in her direction.
"No! Stay back! Get the fuck back! Please." His last statement replied along with his voice breaking, desperately trying to keep Shirley away from the monster that he's become.
"I can't help you unless you let me." She further approached
Buster paused after that statement. It was the same statement he gave Babs about a month ago during their argument. But this was different with Buster.
"Shirley, stay back. I don't want to hurt you like I did Hampton. I'm a bully...(paused)...and a rapist." He stated his last statement softly.
Shirley gazed him in shock after that last comment.
"No, you're not. Buster--"
"SHIRLEY, PLEASE!" He shouted before sobbing.
Shirley got in front of Buster, who started kneeling and crying his emotions out. Shirley kneels and wraps her arms around him for comfort, while Buster cries on her shoulder. Shirley kissed his head a little, while comforting him.
"It's Okay. It's Okay." She said, reassuringly