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Chapter 11 – Confrontation/ The Call

Benny hopped up a very familiar flight of stairs and knocked on a metal door. After a few seconds, he heard the latch being undone and the heavy door being forced open.

"Hey Benny, what are you doing here?" Mark wondered as he pushed up his thick glasses and stepped aside to let him in.

"Hey Mark, I was just wondering if you knew where Collins was?" he asked as he looked around the loft to see any signs of the other Bohemian.

"No, I haven't seen him since this morning before he went to Maureen's, why?"

"Well apparently he found out about me and Maureen when he went over there, and completely flipped shit. He told her that I was going to leave her when I got my hands on some money and all that, and it really upset her. I haven't seen her that upset since Angel died, so I really need to talk to him," Benny told Mark, his heart sinking at the memories of Maureen's tears, "Do you have any idea where he might be?"

"Wow…um, he might be at the community center where Life Support is usually held. It's not going on now, but I know he likes to go there to feel closer to Angel," Mark suggested.

"All right, thanks," The darker man said as he started to head for the door, "I'll see you later."

"Okay, see ya."

Benny ran down the stairs and out the door. He looked both ways trying to remember where the community building was, the left looking most familiar, so he decided to try that way first. He quickly walked down the sidewalk, almost at a jog. Glancing around furiously, he finally say the blue walls of the community building. Sprinting to the door, he creaked it open and glanced inside. He saw a circle of chairs, in which only one was occupied; he knew right away that it was Collins. Benny quietly entered the building and paced over to where Collins was sitting.

"Hey," Benny whispered, in hopes of not startling the man.

Collins jerked his head up, only to hit Benny with an icy cold glare.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he wanted to know.

"I need to talk to you about what happened this morning."

"What do you mean?"

"I went to Maureen's not fifteen minutes after you left, and she was a complete mess," Benny told him, watching the other man's face fall when he mentioned Maureen.

"Well, the truth hurts," Collins spit at him, hoping Benny would just let it go.

"What truth, there was no truth in what you said," Benny said, starting to raise his voice, "I would not leave her for all the money in the world!"

"No? What makes this different from when you left all of us and then tried to evict us?" Collins wondered, as he rose from his seat and stood in front of the other man.

"Because I love her."

Collins couldn't get his mind to react with Benny's last sentence. He loved her? This was The Enemy of Avenue A, he wasn't capable of love, was he? Collins found himself back in the chair that he started in, trying to soak everything in.

"If you won't do it for me, at least do it for her. You're really important to her, and she won't be herself without knowing you are behind her on everything," Benny said to him before exiting the building and walking to his own apartment.

Benny arrived at his own apartment building and looked at it as if it were the first time he had ever seen it. It seemed smaller compared to the building Maureen's was in, as a matter of fact it was smaller than all those on his block. Strange how he never noticed that, and he had been living there for about 10 months. Shaking his head, he walked into the front door to the newly familiar lobby. He hopped up the steps to the door of 3I, and fished his pockets for his keys. His fingers ran across the small silver key he received a half hour before and a grin instantly came to his face. Finally he had found the actually key he was looking for, and unlocked the door. Once he got the door unlocked, he remembered that he was going to check his mail so it wouldn't get too piled up. Groaning, Benny shut his door again and went back down into the lobby to his mailbox. Getting his mail, he stood there trying to think of anything else he wanted to do before climbing back up the stairs. Deciding that he had everything he again returned to his apartment.

Walking into the apartment was like walking into an old and boring life, it just held nothing and made Benny slightly depressed. Throwing all the mail and his keys on the table he went over to check his messages. Seeing that he had one, he pressed play and walked into the kitchen.

"Benny it's me. We need to talk; I think we made a huge mistake. Please call me when you get this."

Benny froze in his tracks; it couldn't be? Why now? His life was going amazing and now she had to call and ruin everything; the nerve of the woman. He decided that the sooner she knew about Maureen, the sooner she would leave him alone and let him continue his life, so he grabbed the phone. Dialing the number quickly so he could get this over as soon as possible, he pressed the phone to his ear.

The other end picked up quickly, "Hello?"

"Alison?"

"Benny, oh my god, baby how are you?"

"I'm doing great actually, that's why I called," Benny started, "I don't think we should talk about us, because there's really nothing to talk about. We are divorced and I have moved on with my life."

Silence hung on the other end for a moment, "You're seeing someone aren't you?"

"Not that it's any of your concern, but yes. So please let me go."

"Benny, please. I love you and I think we should give it another try," she said, fake sniffles sounding here and there.

"I'm sorry Alison but I just can't do that. I'm happy now and nothing is going to make me change my mind. So please just let me be. Bye Alison," Benny told her, taking the phone from his ear.

"Benny, wait—

The phone clicked as it hit the receiver. Benny blew a sigh of relief as he went back to the kitchen. He felt totally lost for some reason and just decided to get his stuff and get back to Maureen's place. Forty-five minutes later he had a duffle bag packed and was ready to leave again. Grabbing his mail and keys and putting them in the bag, he took one last look at the place before exiting.