Hey people heres the next chapter still looking for a beta…ya here we go
IMPORTANT they are 18 in the flashbacks and 20 in regular time.
P.S Own nothing Roo
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"Listen here you vile filthy, cretin or some deluded world I don't love you and if your sooo in love with me then you would do what I want"
DPOV
THUD
The words just kept repeating in my mind like some stupid broken record was never going to stop. I gripped my Mohawk and roared not caring who heard me right now. I got up and got my knife from the wall I had been throwing it at and took it back out. I took it out with such force though that I accidentally cut part of my arm. I waited for the pain to come but nothing happened. I chuckled I am in such agony no physical pain can get through.
I don't know what possessed my body but I sat down with my knife and began cutting deeper into the wound. Why was all I wanted to know? Did I not love her enough? Did I just take and take and never give. Was I any less a person than her? I know why. I was in the way of her dreams. She had expectations to fill, how could I understand that all my expectations had been juvenile. I had no purpose in life. I let my mind wander because the depressing thought alone almost killed me.
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Flashback
We were at a small park with Courtney sitting in the swing and me standing on the edges of the swing
"Hey Dunc" my princess called below me
I looked down to see her gorgeous face, her eyebrows tightened and her lips pierced waiting for me to respond. Her thinking face. I had memorisized everyone of her expressions it was sad but they were just so damn amusing.
"Yah, hot stuff
"What are you gonna do when you grow up
"Ha that's a joke I'm never gonna grow up
"Come on Duncan, please be serious
"I AM
" You cant live your entire life being some stupid hot juvenile who is more or less gonna kill himself one day
"Watch me
She stuck her tongue out at me and with some difficult twisting and turning of my body I kissed her full on the lips. HEY, I can't help it that my gf was drop dead gorgeous.
I came back the least bit flustered though I bet princess could say the same. She looked a little dizzy. I heard mutter a whisper," I still don't get how you do that to me" I pretended not to hear so that here oh so precious pride wouldn't be ruined. But hey at least my girl has pride I know others that have no pride in themselves or what they do.
" I bet princess, you have your whole life planned out beginning to end
She just chuckled
" I knew it you have your china, house, even babies names picked out don't you
" Yes I Plan to name my son Ford Buttram, my daughter Evangalina Trully, and…
I gave her a disgusted face
" I feel bad for the sad bloat you marry
She hit my leg, hard I might add
" Oh and I hope to achieve world domination by the time I am 30
"Good luck with that…really Evangalina
"I'm having an off day…did you know I wanted to be a lawyer since I was three
"Wow
She got a far off look in her eyes and then looked back at me " Yah It was on December 3rd 1992, I remember it perfectly I was at the trial for my parents divorce and I remember feeling so useless not being able to help and I saw the lawyer strong confident and I decided that was the kind of person I wanted to be. The strong one that could fix anything. I mean that's what I thought as a three year old. That was also the last time I saw my mom.
I saw no tears but just a blank face presenting a fact that had no emotional ties. I knew better and I took her off the swing and held her tightly and whispered in her ear," Your Gonna make the best damn lawyer, Ford and Evangalina will be proud to call you mommy."
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WHAT WAS I DOING! I threw down the knife and looked at my bloody arm. Feeling disgusted with myself. Not feeling in the mood to clean it up I let my arm be. Th…that animal is not worth this. Honestly who does she think she is waltzing into my life and trying to take over? . I could feel my self starting to shake from my arm and looked at my arm again. Princess only you could do this to me.
I headed towards the bathroom to clean my arm but I stopped. I was going to leave it be, have it form a scar. No matter how much I wanted to fight it princess would be like this scar. Like the scar that was going to be left on my heart. I scoffed at my less than manly thoughts. I didn't have a heart not after this don't at least not a working one.
I grabbed my spray can and my duffle bad filled with misalaneance things for pranks. A good old law breaking would do me some good. Then I saw someone in the doorframe of my room. I squinted my eyes to see a big guy with dark shaggy hair holding out a gun.
"Get out Lars I am in no mood for this
"Oh I know, you want to kill something you are so angry but you know this doesn't have to be negative. You have options." he said darkly
I nodded him to continue but doubting anything he could say would help.
"She was a tie down Duncan, she was a weight on your potential. Why not go some where were you would be treated as a hero no emotional ties attached? Where you are free to do what you when you want and not fear the cops but have the cops fear you
It sounded to good to be true. I must not be thinking logically.
"On behalf of the leader of the RED DEATHS, you're invited to join the gang"
I would of normally said no way and laughed at him but with the gun outstretched towards me I realized I wouldn't be able to go on as Duncan without her. But I could go on as someone else, someone who truly and utterly does not have heart. Someone who wouldn't mind committing the wickedest of deeds. Before grabbing the gun I took a thing of red spray paint and sprayed my Mohawk red. The last thing Duncan heard was the sound of a bullet going threw the picture of his one love.
Duncan was Dead.
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Alright wasn't as good as I hoped it would be but I'll probably go back and change it later but yah please review and tell me anything.
Oh and yes I was listening to Wicked when I wrote this
I really don't like it ugh
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