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Chapter 7

I turn my gulliver, and the petite brunette invites herself into my cool, dim room. She turns from behind her to close the door quietly, before she turns her gulliver at me with like a gentle smile. I smile back a little, even though deep down, I feel as if I had forced this one out, my brothers. She slowly goolies towards me before gingerly sitting down at the edge of my bed right near me, and smiles down at me…

We stare at each other, my smile still there but my glazzies somewhat smottovat suspicious at her, O my brothers. Hasn't she gotten enough of me yet? Doesn't she know how dangerous I am to her once we're all on my oddy knocky?

I squint my glazzies a malenky tomtick more before I croak out, "What seems to trouble my Little Riley?"

Her glazzies casts downward to a spot of my bed sheets before answering, "Nothing of the sort. Just a bit confused as to why you just like up and left us in the middle of a good family fun. What seems to trouble Little Alex?"

Her ebony glazzies flickers at me before I reply, "Oh, nothing to worry about yourself over, sis! Uncle Alex is just a little stressed out, and somewhat tired… I'll admit, though, I do feel a tomtick winded up and the sort."

She blinks, "Winded up? Over what?"

This time, I sit up to get Your Humble Narrator real nice and comfortable in my bed, casually reaching out next to me to turn on this lamp so to illuminate the room a little. I blame em for kupetting me those oozhassny and dreadful black curtains… It just makes everything way too dark.

"Just how lewdies are like, really. How selfish they are, and how they just keep ittying on and on with like, hurting everyone and such," I pause, flicking my glazzies at her, "I'm no saint… But even I don't itty as far as certain lewdies go, if you could pony that much."

Riley sighs with like a smile, bringing her rook on the side of her shiyah while she stares at the floor, and I remember vividly what I have done to her earlier today. Something about my anger and how it's exploding everywhere these days… I'll have to watch myself if I want to keep this new jeezny to myself.

"I'm very sorry for being so careless and like crass with you, Riley-dorogoy," I mesto my rook on top of her other odin that is on her leg, making her turn towards Your Humble Narrator again with like a puzzling expression, "I sometimes don't know just how much strength I have in me, and it ends up making me hurting lewdies beyond belief, you viddy. You'll have to excuse my rough behavior."

She smiles and shakes her gulliver mildly, her glazzies all closed, "It's fine, really. I've been physically rough handled before… It teaches me how to be stronger emotionally more than anything."

I furrow my brows together, "Rough handled? Who? Who has been treating you like an animal from the streets, love?"

Riley hesitates, before shaking her gulliver, "I shouldn't have said that. It's no big deal…"

"Really, I'd like to know."

"Just drop it."

I sit there with like some shock exploding in my gulliver, my brothers. Here she was, telling Uncle Alex to just drop something with like so much sureness and strength in her goloss. But, I can't be razdraz at her… Rather, I feel at ease around her even more. Now I can viddy her not just a small, fragile malenky veshch that I must be careful around, but whom she and I can be like crass with like each other sometimes without any guilt over it, O my brothers.

I smile, leaning over to mesto my chin on her pletcho. Her glazzies turns to smot into my own, and we stare at each other for quite a while, before I whisper, "Tell me more about yourself."

She stares at me for a moment before whispering back, "Like what?"

I half shrug, "You govoreeted that you're about to become eighteen in about a half a year from now… I'm assuming you itty to skolliwoll, am I right, yes?"

"Yes. But then I like met with some trouble, and was pulled out of it temporarily. That is why," She turns to viddy at the floor again, albeit sadly this raz, "… That is why I'm here. My mother got angry, and called up your mother to like watch over me for a month or so, to see if your mother can help me to overcome this… problem that I have."

"What sort of problem?" I inquire boldly, this raz physically shuffling and moving myself to sit over the edge of my bed to sit right next to her, "Itty on, you can tell me anything. We are droogs, aren't we?"

She turns to me, "… Alright. I'll show you. You have to promise me you won't be cruel to me about it, yes?"

I sit up straight and puff out my upper chest, dragging my finger to create a cross symbol on my chest. Riley hesitates, sighs a tomtick, before she stands up, "I'll be right back, and then I'll show you."

"Take your time!" I govoreet, before letting my whole self fall on my bed again, closing my glazzies to rest a little before I get to viddy why Riley was sent here…

My rassoodock likes to torture me, it seems. The minoota I close my glazzies, my brothers, the first veshch I viddy is Casey Chase, oozied to a grahzny, merzky gray concrete shest, his bottom goober busted open and oozing out red red krovvy, caking his entire chin and dripping all over his white shirt. He squares his krovvier rot, going all boo-hoo-hoo'ing and fresh razrezzes springing out of his crystal blue glazzies as if he were being tortured beyond your wildest dreams…

I open my glazzies and immediately almost jump in shock once I slooshy the door closing shut, O my brothers. I sit up straight again, and viddy Riley standing near my bed, one of her arms hiding behind her…

"You alight?" I smile at her. She smirks (Uncharacteristically might I add, my brothers!) before goolying to my bed to sit down next to me again.

She brings her hidden rock into view, and right there, I viddy all these scars resting upon her pale skin. They were everywhere… straight, osooshied up, dark pink skirks. I stare at it openly for a few moments, feeling completely and utterly speechless… I lift my chin up to stare at her confusingly in the glazzies, O my brothers. She smiles weakly.

"I don't pony. Who did this to you?" I ask.

"Myself. I cut myself, Alex."

Shives herself? I've never slooshied of this before. Do lewdies do this to themselves? How can some enjoy pain when pain is an oozhassny thing to go through?

"I still don't get it," I mutter, my glazzies ittying back to her scars again, "I still don't pony, Riley."

She closes her rook (that belongs to her scarred rock) and opens them again, as if flexing, "I cut myself. I harm myself because it's a way to cope. Only my mother knows this, nobody else… and maybe a select few."

"But how can you enjoy feeling pain? Pain isn't a very nice feeling!"

"It's painful, but at the same time…" She breaths in deeply, "Satisfying."

"I get it, now… It makes you feel real dobby even though it's wrong," I smile at her, but then my smile wavers once I realized what I mean, "… Kind of like, how real dobby it makes me feel when I hurt others."

She smots at me and nods, "Yeah. It's just like that. We deal with our inner demons with pain."

"Do you feel happy when other lewdies abuse you?" I ask, placing my chin on top of her pletcho again, "When I abuse you?"

She chuckles a little, "Nah. I only enjoy it when I do it. It's complicated to explain, really."

I wrap my rock around her this raz, my cheek meeting up with like the side of her litso, and we sit there together in silence, O my brothers and only friends. So now I pony exactly who Riley is and what she's all about… A tortured, lonely soul, somewhat like Your Humble Narrator, only she doesn't inflict ultra-violence upon others, but rather, on herself… in a way, I don't know which is worse, O my brothers. Pain and ultra-violence, is pain and ultra-violence all the same.

"It hurts me when you hurt others, Alex."

I frown at what she just govoreet, not physically moving at all though.

"Your parents told me all about you on the phone before you and I came together in this place… How you used to be a gang member, how you used to abuse people, and… that, time when you were treated in the Ludovi—"

"Riley," I interrupt, leaning my cheek away from her to smot at her in the glazzies, "Don't govoreet it."

She smots at me in the glazzies, before sighing, "I understand. I do."

I try to remember, my brothers, I try to remember her as the malenky devotchka who I used to filly with when I was a malenky boy… And so far, I lovet a snippet of memory being like fillied in my gulliver, with like us being children and running around in the park together, creeching and laughing… But that's about it. Still, it is all I needed to viddy in my gulliver to feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest, O my brothers.

I stare at her, her straight mousy brown luscious glory and dark brown glazzies, petite and very thin bodied… And she smots at me, her cheeks reddening a little bit. We seem to be locking glazzies for like ever, and the air hung thick and silent all around us… She seems so weak and pale, so easy to devour by the likes of me and other creatures of the nochy… I can suddenly remember somebody else's slovos from long ago when they described who I was…

"He's enterprising, aggressive, outgoing… Young. Bold. Vicious." I can slooshy the Charles of the Interior or Inferior's slovos still fillying and echoing in my rassoodock, and I watch Riley as she stares at her scarred rock, still appearing small, weak, and pale… How sladky and lovely she is underneath her pain. She's timid, passive, reserved, mature for her age, modest, and moralistic in character. Basically… the exact opposite of Your Humble Narrator, O my brothers.

She smots at me again, her glazzies framed with like long eyelashes and rosebud coloured goobers curved into a pretty malenky smile. I couldn't stand being like this anymore; I reach out for her luscious glory to mesto it behind her ooko gently, before leaning over to her to mesto my goobers on top of her…

Then I slooshy someone rapping at my door. Yarbles!

"What?" I damn near creeched at my door, my litso like reddening in anger, "What is it?"

I slooshy nothing but silence for a short moment before I hear a female goloss on the other side of the door, "Alex? It's me, Bonnie."

Oh cal.

Riley smots at me with like panic filled glazzies, but being the oomny odin that I am, I mesto a finger to my goober to signal her to stay quiet. She obeys skorry, and I stand up to gooly over to my door.

"Bonnie?" I eemya out to my door, "Wait for me in the living room, alright? You loveted me at a raz when I was doing my manly business. You know what I'm govoreeting about!"

"Ugh! Fine. Just don't keep me waiting!" Bonnie eemyas out from the other side, and I sigh in relief once I can slooshy her noga steps fading away from my slooshying range. I turn my gulliver to smot at Riley, and she viddies at me with like a gentle smile.

"I'll be right back, Riley." I govoreet, opening the door and closing it from behind me, before I gooly to the eat-in kitchen. For some reason, I couldn't viddy my parents anywhere… Ah well; they probably decided to itty to a park somewhere like they always do whenever they want to feel romantic together, O my brothers. I turn to the left to itty to the living room, where I can viddy Bonnie in her malenky green dress that I viddied her this morning in, sitting in the sofa with like her long legs crossed and her impatiently tapping her noga on the floor. I clear my gorlo, and she jumps a little, smottovat up at Your Humble Narrator with like razdraz glazzies.

"Where have you been? I've been calling your home phone for hours now!"

I check the clock… it's almost about 3 o'clocky clock now. I blink before strolling into the room, sitting down next to Bonnie and smirking at her, "I messel you hated my guttiwuts and ran away from my jeezny forever. I was very heartbroken, sweetheart!"

She sighs, "I don't hate your guts, but I was very hurt. Alex… I hope you realize what I wanted from you this morning."

I wrap a rock around her, leaning over to give her a lubbilub on the cheek before muttering into her fair luscious glory, "No… please tell me. Tell Uncle Alex what is it that you want…"

"Marry me."

I hold my breath. What did she govoreet? I slowly lean back, staring at her as she stares back at me in all seriousness scrawling all over her lovely, English rose litso. I must have been staring at her in shock for centuries…

"… Wha… What?" I ask, my insides feeling all stiff and uncomfortable. She stares at me in silence before govoreeting.

"Marry me, Alex. I love you. You love me. You're about to turn 20 next weekend and I'll be 20 in a couple of more months. Don't you think we're old enough now?"

I shvat my rock back that was wrapped around her, staring at my rook in utter disbelief. I've never been tolchock with like more shocking news since, horrorshow, I being thrown into staja for oobivatting that starry baboochka five years ago… I don't even think I'm the marrying type!

"Bonnie," I breathe heavily, "How long have you kept this news from me?"

She shrugs from the corner of my glazz, "A while. Why are you so shocked?"

"It's not that, Bonnie. It's just… I think we should give this some more thought… Give us some more time…"

"It's not that, Bonnie. It's just I think we should give this some more messel Give us some more raz"

Silence. I close my glazzies, ready for an explosion, ready for Mother Earth to shake underneath my nogas, ready to experience a stracky death… But nothing of the sort sloochatted. I open my glazzies and smot at her, and I viddy her with like her rooks covering her litso, and I can slooshy her blubbing, O my brothers.

Oh, Bog.

"You don't love me!" She blubs in her soft rooks. I roll my glazzies.

"Stop govoreeting that, you know I do."

She peets, blubbing some more,"I don't believe you. You've never even told me that you love me… I would tell you that I love you over and over again, just so you can smile at me like I'm some sort of idiot and kiss me… I just want to hear them. I want to marry you, Alex…"

Growing up isn't a fun veshch to itty through. Despite how I felt almost dva years ago, with wanting to grow up and become a husband, coming domy to a lovingly prepared dinner and taking care of my baby... With like Bonnie... It just doesn't feel right.

But I can't back down now. I have dated her for almost a year now, and to dump her right now would foil all of my future vareets of becoming just like everyone else, normal and real dobby and righteousness, O my brothers. It's a hard choice to make, but a chelloveck must make difficult choices and sacrifices in jeezny sometimes. It's all part of becoming a chelloveck, after all.

"I'll think about it, sweetie," I finally mustered up the courage to govoreet, gently skvatty a hold of odin of her rock so that it can ookadeet her razrez-stricken litso, and naturally she puts down her other rock before I pull her into a hug, "I'll marry you. Just give me a tomtick of raz to sort out some veshches in my jeezny, alright?"

She only sniffles and nods her gulliver in my chest. We stay like that for a while before I ittied to make her some hot chai, and watching a tomtick of telly for like a half a hour, smecking and socializing together, before she had to itty back domy to prepare for rabbit tomorrow. I lubbilub her lovingly near my apartment door before she ookadeeties, and I can't help but feel stracky for some reason. So this is what's going to be then, eh? Little Alex finally becoming Mr. DeLarge, with like a wedding ring and everything. No more having fun or feeling free and independent, oh no! It's ittying to be me, Bonnie, and our children, perhaps a dog mixed in it.

Dorogoy Bog, what have I done?

I open the door to my bed room, and I wasn't prepared for what I am about to viddy; Riley is sitting on my bed, reading the gazetta that she brought for me from the grocery store this morning. My brooko does a flip and tightens like a knot, and I couldn't help but want to sick it. I close the door from behind me, my glazzies never shvatty off from her, and she smots up at Your Humble Narrator with like a solemn expression, O my brothers.

"Took you a while." She simply govoreets. I just stand there in silence. We stand there, staring at each other for a while, before Riley govoreets in an almost inaudible goloss, "Can you explain to me about this, Alex?"

I smot at her for a moment while before goolying up towards her, slowly and anticipating for the worst… Once I am right in front of her, smottovat right downward at her, she smots up at me, her facial expression not turning fearful or shilarnied like all the other times… Instead, her solemn expression is still there. It almost pooglies me to death.

"It's nothing." I answer. She doesn't kupet this, of course, and her glazzies squints at Your Humble Narrator. I sigh, "Fine. I was a part of their Ludovico Treatment vareet years ago, and the gazetta brought back some stracky memories."

"If it makes you feel bad, then why did you wanted me to buy it?"

"Because" I hesitated, "Because I wanted to read it and try to get over it. You know, like facing your fears and inner demons? That sort of cally pop psychology govoreet."

She stares at me in silence, trying to figure me out, trying to lovet the lies in my glazzies... And then she pats a seat next to her. I sigh, almost in defeat my bratties, before I sit down next to her, O my brothers.

She smots down at the gazetta and then viddies back at Your Humble Narrator with like a smile, "You two look alike. It's almost as if he was like your son, or a brother…"

I smot at the gazetta's picture of Casey and I realize that she is right. I smirk wildly, "Yeah. Real handsome, right right right?"

She giggles, "Yes. Right… Alex… Why did you flipped at the grocery store this morning? Can't you tell me?"

"It's not that I don't trust you, Riley," I sigh, cracking my knuckles out of sheer boredom, "It's just very complicated. You wouldn't pony. It's a world that's not kind to sladky youngish devotchkas like you."

"Oh?" Riley coos, cocking an eyebrow at me, "Try me."

I sit in silence, trying to make up my rassoodock on how to itty about with my long buried personal demons. I smot up towards the ceiling, trying to get all the memories to come back to me, those long lost memories from five years ago. All the ultra-violence, red red krovvy, sweat and razrezzes that I've shed. All the stracks that I've been through… How can I share such a dark past with like a bright molodoy veshch like Riley?

Suddenly, I feel a rook on top of my own, O my brothers. I smot down and then smot up next to me to viddy Riley smiling at me, her glazzies literally begging me to tell her. I stare at her before I sigh.

"Five years ago, I was fourteen years old, rough around the edges and oomny as a mischievous fox. I had so many ultra-violent tendencies inside of me, that I knew I had to shvat all of that dangerous energy out of me before I end up abusing my own parents. I had a long raz droog eemyaed George Marcus, or as I like to eemya him, "Georgie Boy". We dva decided to build a reputable shaika to chasso our revenue, and also out of the hell of the fun. We soon meet this overgrown buffoon eemyaed Warren, but because of his dimness, we eemya him "Dim" in cruel mockery.

We started our fun in the Korova Milkbar one nochy. We decided to banda together as a shaika, and slovo soon spread around town. Other shaikas would come to this part of my domy city to drat with like myself and my droogs, but since we have practiced our dratsing techniques long before the rumor started to spread, it was always easy taking them all down, odin by odin."

I stop, smottovat at Riley to viddy if she's had enough of this, if she wants to just up and ookadeet me on my oddy knocky forever out of fear and horror… But none of that sloochatted. She's still here, with like her rook still on top of mine, her glazzies still begging me to itty on. And so I did.

"We all ittied to disc-bootick eemyaed the 'MEL-ODIA', and that's where we meet Peter Tarn, real dobby fellow, real horrorshow. He's a very nice guy, coming from a middle class sort of family, and he likes to help the community in all ways that he can. He's not that baddiwad in shape or looks either, and so he's considered a very lucky guy to have it all in such a depressing decade like this. But O, his luck it about to change; we ganged up on him in the shop, forcing him to join us, and it was too easy, for he joined us without so much as a drat. We're still real dobby droogs to this day.

Moving on... We did our veshch for dva years, this all starting when we were all just twelve years starry, and once I was tolchocking the grand ol' fourteen years of age, everything started to come down all around me; My droogs tricked me and ookadetted me to the rooks of the police, and from there I was locked up in staja. Yes, Riley-dorogoy, Uncle Alex is an ex-convict, you viddy. So anyway, I behaved myself real welly welly welly welly well, which led me to be able to become a part of this new treatment, The Ludovico Treatment, and thus my nightmares nachinatted."

I stop, shvatty Riley rook's into my own this raz. This made her a very happy devotchka. I smile and ittied on,

"It was horrible. I even govoreeted Dr. Brandom this, but of course, she had to be hard on me. I had to be cured. And so I kept my suspicion and suffering to myself. Everything went real horrorshow, of course; Ultra-violence and pol made me want to sick it each and every raz. It was successful and I was even a tomtick happy. I itty back domy, and what do you know… My parents didn't even want me back. Some sodding idiot eemyaed Joe the Lodger rented out my bedroom, Riley... He rented your deal starry Uncle Alex's pride and radosty, his private space."

"Oh my…" Riley whispers in disbelief, shaking her gulliver in disappointment.

"And so I ookadetted domy and on to the streets. I goolied to this bridge, trying to think about what I can do in order to save myself, how miserable and on my oddy knocky I felt at that raz... And then, Riley, up came about a starry droog... This droog being a homeless bum, asking me for some cutter. I gave him some, and he recognized me as the chelloveck who once beat him and shvatted his cutter away dva years back. I had to get away, but it was too late; he and his other droogs ganged up on me and beat me to the floor. I knew that if I tried to drat back, that I'll only get bolnoy and brosay up everywhere. So, I just laid there and shvatted it like a man, you viddy.

And so a light came to my jeezny; two rozzes came by and govoreeted them all to hit the road and let my poor self be. I smot up, and my brooko does a twist... For it was Georgie and Dim, my starry droogs, these starry droogs of course, who ookadetted me behind for the police to lovet me and shvat me away. They smecked at me, Riley... They guffed at my razrezzes and everything! They shvatted me to a secluded area, beat me to a krovvier pulp, and left me for dead..."

"Alex," Riley whispers, interrupting me, "Are you okay with telling me all of this?"

I frown at her, "Why? Is this making you uncomfortable?"

She shakes her gulliver, "Not at all, I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable, is all…"

I simply smile at her, as if telling her that it is fine, and she smiles back at me. I smot at the floor, before continuing on with like my raskazz of many days past,

"It soon became nochy time and rain, and I knew I had to find a mesto to stay in or else I'll be as real dobby as dead, you viddy. I gooly around, blind as a bat and heart as broken as shattered China cups… I clopped on a door and before I knew it, I was in the arms of this very strong chelloveck. I was taken into this nice, warm home… And immediately, it hits me like a ton of bricks; that domy belonged to F. Alexander's... I crasted that mesto in the past before, Riley... I..."

I choked up, for the first raz ever my brothers and only friends, I felt disgusted with myself. Disgusted! Riley takes me into her arms, rubbing my back gently and hushing me with like much love and sweetness in her goloss. O, how trustful she is of me. What is it that she viddy in me? What does she want from me?

"Riley... If I continue with like this raskazz, you will viddy the baddiwadest side of me, and I don't know if you can handle it!" I whisper in agony, skvatty at her sides and pulling the fabric of her flowy tank top. I finally feel her rook rubbing my luscious glory, and I'll admit it, it feels bolshy.

"Go on, Alex. You won't scare me. I promise."

I hesitated, O my brothers, but I knew I had to itty on. I slowly let itty of her to sit up straight again, this raz though, shvatty both of her rooks in my own and staring at her straight in the glazzies.

"His zheena... His dorogoy zheena... I raped her before."

I wait for her response. Riley only smots at me with like slightly wide glazzies, her normal breathing coming to a halt, O my brothers. I smot down in shame, "I knew you would react like this."

"Alex… What you did before won't affect who you are today."

Did I just slooshy that right? I smot at her with a puzzling frown, "But don't every choice you make in the past help shape who you are today, Riley?"

She shakes her gulliver with like a smile, "No. People make mistakes… People do awful things… But people change, Alex. People learn to let go of their own darkness to let in the light, to become good and healthy. They forgive themselves and other people as well… They do not need to seek revenge on other people, because the best revenge is living well."

I stare at her with like simple amusement and a malenky tomtick of wonderment... I can't believe this youngish devotchka just six months shy of becoming a full grown adult, is govoreeting as if she has been living and breathing on this Earth for much longer than I have. I wonder if she's been through a lot to become this way, though; what stracks herself has she hid deep inside of her that exploded into ultra-violence upon herself?

She smots at the gazetta that is lying behind her on the bed, "I don't know what is it that you are planning to do, Alex… But if it's something bad, or illegal, or unhealthy… I'd rather you listen to me carefully… Don't do it. Please. Just don't."

"Then," I mutter, staring at the gazetta before staring hard at her scarred rock, "Don't cut yourself anymore. It's unhealthy, yes?"

She hesitates, being loveted in her own eegra like that, but she smiles at me, "True. I'll try and sto—"

"No," I govoreeted sternly, getting my litso really close to her own, "You won't try. You will stop, do you slooshy me? If you don't stop, I'll give you hell. Do I make myself sparkling clear?"

She stares at me with like a tomtick of shock, but then her expression softens before she nods. I smile, and we stared at each other for a while, and I messel for a moment, oh I don't know, O my brothers... Maybe we'll start lubbilubbing or some romantic cal like that.

But none of the sort sloochatted; instead, she simply gets up from my bed, smiles down at Your Humble Narrator, before govoreeting, "I'll be making some hot tea… Would you like some?"

I get up from my bed and once again, bring my litso right near hers, before burping into her face. I smeck out gromky as she shrieks in a high brosay, before we run together out of my dark, depressing bedroom.