It wasn't the drive home, or dropping off the Prince Blitzo feared, nor was it the inevitable return to the empty apartment that awaited his arrival. it was the aching loneliness that would creep into him. The throbbing pain: as he faced down the horrid truth about his past. That he was destined to be alone.
He had only himself to blame as the bitterness turned inwards: swelling within his chest and threatening to swallow him whole.
His chest aching he crumples up Lonna's note and tosses it into the wastebasket. he punches the refrigerator door tears forming in his eyes as he removes his fist.
"Loony, when I need you the most your not here" He whispers into the stark room. None of you are- your all out having fun, and why shouldn't you-"
"They're right, he growls, ever since the accident I was alone, my own sister didn't care whether I lived or died! I'll remain alone! no matter who I fill my life with, I can't escape this" He murmurs. With unshed tears streaming down his face he looks around before scraping his face out of another picture that clung to the wall.
The knife clatters to the floor as he takes another shuddering breath trying to reel in his frayed emotions.
Blitzo trudges over towards a warn couch, a couch he had fished out of the dumpster earlier that month. he refurbished the upholstery but the fact still remained. He pulls a woolly horsey blanket from the trunk that rested on the side of the couch: it held all his worldly possessions.
filled with knickknacks of his youth and from the Harvest Moon Festival. He pulled the blanket over his shoulders. The Cowboy had given him this blanket during a chilly night back on the farm he could still smell the scent of the cowboy and for a moment he was lost in a wayward memory of hot bourbon whiskey and sex: the scent of earth and sweat that clung to the cowboy's skin the sound of his voice rumbling deep within his chest and the taste of those sun-kissed lips.
Now nothing more than a warm memory. Nestling his head into the slim pillow he sighs pulling out his phone and skimming across some ancient photographs, pausing lifting his thumb Barbie-Wire peaks up. "You said you'd always be there, both of you deserted me" "I can longer remember the sound of your voices, the comfort of your embrace" "I can't do this on my own" Blitzo breathes out.
Tilla his mother, the glue that held them together had perished in a raid. Blitzo had inherited her choker. and if that wasn't enough he had failed as a brother to Barbie. When had they grown so far apart?. Barbie had always been there for him when he needed her the most. But she had disappeared only to reappear years later at a rehab facility. Fizz had kept him afloat for awhile, rekindled his spirit. Where was the little imp girl, who was so protective of her baby brother?: she would often hold their age differences over his head. Three hours and two minuets, they were born on the same day and yet, Barbie never let it go.
Everything was falling apart, nothing good would come of tonight. the Boss imp fell asleep clutching his phone wrapped up in the warm woolly blanket.
He felt empty and used. It was halfway through the lonesome night when Blitzo stirs hearing a creak upon the floorboards. It sounded if someone was walking around. "Loona is that you?" he croaks out. "Its Loona" he tells himself his eyes still firmly shut. Was it that late already? how long had he been asleep?.
Another creak: then silence. Blitzo flinches inwardly "If this was an home invasion they were in the wrong house Blitzo thought grumpily.
The Boss imp thought about getting up, but there was nothing in this apartment worth stealing nothing of great value anyways.
"Creak..."
Blitzo snarls under his breath jolting upright his eyes itchy and sore he his hand searching for his missing phone. Eyesight fuzzy Blitzo's fingers scrape across the beat up old phone-case of a black stallion: it also had a live screensaver of a beautiful bone-white bare with obsession eyes.
"That's it, come to daddy, just a little further" he whispers. wondering how his phone had gotten away from him. It was meters away which was odd in the least
The Boss imp stilled rubbing his eyes listening to the insistent rattle of his lover's tail. The scarlet devil closes his eyes. Striker was a persistent bastard and Blitzo begrudgingly Blitzo had worked out a deal with the Cowboy.
The scarlet imp closes his eyes starving off a headache.
How long has he been here? and what did he see?. thought the Boss imp. What if it was just his mind playing tricks on him, and instead of the smooth-talking country boy it was nothing but a little o'l hell snake. Striker was bound to find out about what had occurred tonight. He wasn't looking forward to that phone call.
A sharp hissing noise rattles through the air: the sound was coming from a shadowed corner.
"stop it Blitz, it just a hell snake that got in because you eft the door wide fucking open" He growls to himself. His eyes slowly adjust to the dark dreary room,