Well, what can I say but, I love MLK. I'm watching That 70's Show. Apparently, there's like, a 10 year old rapper now. Can't spell 'crap without rap'. I got a Hawthorne Heights Cd yesterday. HH is coming to Wichita. BUT to a pub I can't go in (Damn those rules) BUT! Jt Woodruff (Lead singer) said they would come out, meet me, get a pic and autograph! So, yeah. I'm fucking psyched. Anyways, ON WITH THE STORY!

(*)

"Al, I really have done it this time." Edward groaned.

"Oh, God. What exactly did you do?"

"I uh, mighta accused Win of cheating."

"You idiot! With who?"

Now came the worst part. Winry was too upset to kill Ed. Al, on the other hand, wasn't, despite the fact that it was two a.m. on a school night.

"With Mustang." Ed whispered.

"I can't believe we're even related! How's Winry?"

"She's talking, but really upset. She's trying to act like nothing's wrong, but…We aren't even fighting, Al. Why am I such a screw up? I mean, I don't want to be some mushy gushy romantic. That's not me. That's you. But seriously, Al. I don't want this to end. Much less like this."

"Edward, you don't have to worry about Winry killing you. I will."

"Alphonse, she was hugging the bastard, and pulled away when I walked in. What was I suppose to think?"

"That Roy did something nice." Alphonse argued.

"But it's never happened before. It was a fluke."

"Honestly, Ed, I don't care if Roy only did one thing nice in his life. I swear, if you screw this up, and I mean really screw it up, I will kill you."

"I don't want to screw it up, either! I've said sorry a thousand times."

"Saying sorry isn't going to solve anything, Ed. Do something for her, but not like it's a bribe. Forget it, I'll just talk to her."

"Okay…but it's midnight."

"Not now! At school tomorrow. Don't tlak about it, you'll just screw things up even more."

"Hey! You need to respect me! I'm your older brother! And that offended me!" Edward yelled.

"Yeah, well, it serves you right."

"Al, I can't screw this up," Edward repeated, " I don't know how she did it. She got me to talk about the accident."

"You told her? When?"

"The day after we met. I don't know how she did it. Either way, she'd have gotten me to tell her by now if I hadn't already. Mustang still only knows the bare details."

"Alright. Now I'm going to bed. I've got a killer calc test tomorrow and Teacher will break my phone if she catches me talking to you."

Alphonse hung up, leaving Edward with a long drawn out, endless tone.

"What" No goodbye? Whatever happened to brotherly love?"

Edward tossed his phone aside. As he had done many nights before, he pondered how Winry had gotten him to talk. The fact that he'd trusted her at all was a shock in itself. But how did he know he could trust her? After the many nights he pondered, he never could come up with an explanation. It just happened.

(*)

"I can't believe I got us booked!" Edward said excitedly. On the advice of Al, Ed took Winry to dinner. And with the help of Alphonse, one of the best restaurants in town.

Winry's face paled. She didn't look sick. She looked petrified.

"I want to leave."

"What? Why? You're always talking about wanting to come here!"

"Ed, please. I want to leave."

"We haven't even gotten our food yet!"

Edward noticed Winry's gaze and followed it. He furrowed his eyebrows, and then turned back to Winry.

"What?"

"I just d-don't feel well."

"You were perfectly fine a couple of minutes ago! It's not the week of hell…what's up?"

"Winry? Winry Rockbell?" A smiling man, in his early twenties approached. Winry rubbed her neck and looked away.

"I'd know your eyes anywhere! They've got to be the bluest I've ever seen! So how've you been?"

Winry stood abruptly and headed to the bathroom. Both Edward and the man stared in confusion.

"So are you-"

"I'm Winry's boyfriend. What about you?" Edward asked suspiciously.

"I'm Dalton, a fr-"

Dalton was interrupted when Edward stood, knocking his chair back.

"Listen here you sick son of a bitch. I know what you did, and I know you do too. If you go anywhere near Winry, I will kill you. I'm so damn tempted to right now! But the only thing I'm gonna do is give you something." Edward threw a hard punch at Dalton, breaking his nose.

"And don't give me shit saying you're a family friend. You're the farthest fucking thing."

A waiter cautiously approached Edward as Dalton stumbled out. Without asking for his bill, Ed handed him his credit card. The waiter quickly returned, handing the card back.

"Win? Are you okay?" Edward knocked on the restroom door.

"No."

Not caring whether or not anyone else was in the restroom, he entered. Winry stood hanging her head over the sink. Her mascara had smeared, she'd been sobbing. It only made Edward hate the bastard more.

""How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"No you aren't! Winry, I know who he was. Don't act like you're okay, because you aren't. If I were you, I'd be a fucking mess right now. I don't blame you for being a wreck."

"I thought I was safe from him!" Edward pulled Winry into a tight embrace.

"You are. A long as I'm here. In other words, you always will be."

"You don't know that." Winry sniffled.

"Yes I do. I threatened him and broke his nose. Please don't kill me!"

"Ed…." Winry loosely put her arms around Edward.

"Don't tell me I was stupid by doing that. He's even more a bastard than Mustang. He deserved it."

"Thank you." Winry whispered.

"Whenever, wherever. Unless I'm asleep or eating." Edward grinned.

"I'm sorry this night sucks ass."

"It isn't your fault." Winry said, wiping her eyes. "Is he gone?"

"Yeah. After I punched him, he left. I paid, you ready to go home?"

Winry nodded. "I'm sorry, Ed. You-"

"Don't worry about it, Win. We can order take out or pizza."

When the two emerged from the restroom, they got many strange looks. One man was whispering and glaring. Edward handled it the best he could without hitting him. He flipped him off.

(*)

"Hey, I need to go to the store. I'll be back soon." Edward said. He'd lost a lot of sleep the previous night. He could tell that Winry hadn't slept well. He was going to take care of this.

"Hey Granny? Do you remember that Regina lady? She had a son named Dalton."

"Yes, why?"

"I hear that Dalton's in town. What's their last name?"

"Johnson. Why?"

"Win was talking about them."

(*)

"How much do you know?"

"Are you going to hit me again?"

"Not unless you give me a reason to. Now how-"

"I was a curious kid. That kind of thing happens a lot. Dude, don't blame me."

"Fuck off. You knew exactly what you were doing. What I don't get is how you could do that to her. She was five!"

"So what if I did? What are you going to do?" Dalton asked tiredly.

" You don't want to know."

"I'm surprised Winry remembered."

"Yeah, well she did! You really screwed her up, you know."

"Look. I ain't proud of what I did. She was like my little sister. My mom was abusive."

"And that makes it okay? Taking it out on an innocent little girl."

"I never said it made it okay." Dalton whispered.

"How many others?"

"Zero."

Edward nodded.

"You're just visiting Central, right?"

"Yeah. I live in Dublith. Dude, at least tell her I'm sorry."

"No."

"Don't you want to know what happened? Isn't that why you're here? To find out if I got to her."

"Honestly, I could care less."

"But you're her boyfriend, right? Don't you think that's something you'd want-"

"Look, you bastard, I wouldn't care if she had sex with a guy the day we met. Makes no difference to me. When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Change of plans," Edward said, "you're leaving tonight."

"What? You going to make me?"

"If I have to, I will."

Edward slammed the motel room door. He took the steps two at a time to his car, thrust the key into the ignition and sped back home.

(*)

Alrighty, there you go. This is becoming an outlet for me.

I'm working on a novel, now. It's called To Write Love on Her Arms. I'm thinking of redoing Cut My Wrists to a more realistic thing. I'm still working on it; I'm not going to abandon it. I have to leave soon, so this is it on updates. iAdios!