The next morning, Rosie woke up on the couch. The other three were scattered around the apartment, asleep. Rocco suddenly woke up. Stumbling past the still bloody wall, he grabbed a picture frame from the other wall and hung it over the fur. Rosie laughed and stood up. "Connor, Murph, wake up." The boys stirred awake slowly as Rosie followed Rocco to the kitchen. He nodded at her persence then walked outside. Connor stood and followed him. "Murph, get up." Rosie kicked Murph lightly. He grabbed her leg making her fall to the ground next ro him, "Coulda killed ya." Rosie laughed, "Just get up." The two stood up at the same time smiling. Rosie stood infront of Murphy. She only came to his shoulder. He looked at her then to the wall covered with blood, "Great clean up job." Rosie chuckled and stepped away. She grabbed a coat on the wall and the two walked outside. "Where you goin'?" Murphy asked Rocco, who was walking away. "Did you tell him?" Rosie looked to Connor. "Yes." He replied gruffly. "Then what the fuck?" Murphy shoved Rocco. Rocco caught himself, "Hey. You don't know that shit for sure." Murphy rubbed his forehead, "Oh, Jesus. You're suck a fuckin' retard!" Rocco leaned forward, "Fuck you!" Rosie and Connor stepped closer. "Use your brain for once. Is it so unbelievable they don't care about you? You are fuckin' dead, you go in there today. Dead!" Rocco seemed to be taking in what Murphy was saying but kept arguing, "Oh yeah. You two fuckin' Micks know what's going on huh?" Rosie stepped up to him, "Rocco just think about thi-" Rocco shoved her back into Connor's arms, "Fuck you." Connor tried to calm Rocco down, "Hey, this ain't a thing you should gamble on, Roc." Rocco waved them off and walked away. The three watched him. "Fuck it! What kind of flowers ya want at your funeral? Ya dumb Wop. This is the last time I'll see you! Bye-bye you stupid son of a bitch!" Murphy yelled, getting pulled back by Rosie. "I'll be back at 9:00!" Rocco yelled, flipping them off. "Hey! You get in there and start gettin' a bad vibe, get the fuck out quick!" They watched him walk away, all huffing. Rosie sighed, and started walking in the other direction. Both boys turned to her. "Oh, what's you're fuckin' problem!" Murphy asked grabbing her arm. She turned around, "What are we doing? You two are playing with your lives. Rocco's just gonna get himself killed. And I'm, well fuck it, I'm just along for the ride." She turned to walk away, but Connor stopped her, "Just come inside. Have a beer." Rosie shook her head, "I don't want a damn beer." "Then what do you want?" Murphy yelled, heated from the agrument with Rocco. "I don't know!" Rosie yelled back. She calmed herself, and whipped her hand across her face, "But I don't want this." With that she turned around and walked away. Niether boy tried to stop her.
Connor and Murphy sat at the table in Rocco's house. The door suddenly opened, presenting a drained Rosie. She shuffled over to the table, and sat down. Connor handed her a beer and a cigarette. None of them said anything but all silently made peace. The phone broke the silence. Murphy quickly picked it up, "Hello? Roc, you okay? No. You sure you're okay?" He rolled his eyes and slammed the phone down. Just then, Donna and her druggie friend Rayvie enter the apartment. Rosie sulks down as the sluts glared at her. Donna suddenly got distracted, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." The twins rubbed their faces while Rosie smiled mischeviously. A kick under the table by Connor stopped her from saying anything. Soon the sluts pass out on the couch. Connor was spit-shining his shoes by the window. Rosie has her legs up on his, and is counting the money from the night before. Murphy lit his cigarette on the gas stove. Just as he stood up, Rocco bursted throught the door. Surprised, Rosie throws all the money into the suitcase, while Connor stands. "Pack your shit! We gotta get outta here! We gotta get out!" Rayvie and Donna stirred awake and watched him run around. "What happened?" Connor asked hopping into his boot. Rosie began repacking their bags. "I killed em! Oh, Jesus! I killed em all!" Rocco cried, throwing random shit into a sack. "Rocco?" Donna said, angrily. Murphy tried to stop Rocco, "Hey, hey. Just calm down. Tell us what happened!" Rocco pushed his away, "No! Fuck you! You start getting excited! We gotta fucking go!" Rosie watched the chaos, her hands tanled in her curls. "Rocco!" Donna yelled again. "Who did you kill?" Connor asked, packing even more things. "Holy shit. Who? How many?" Murphy packed as well. Rocco rummaged through random drawers, "Hurry the fuck up!" Rosie moved over to him, "Roc, just breath. Calm down. My god, you're sweating like crazy." Rocco kept packing things. Everyone ran around except for Donna and Rayvie who still sat on the couch. "Rocco!" They both yell. "What!" Rocco turned to them angry. Rosie stopped and turned to watch. "Where's my cat?" He scoffed, "I killed your fuckin' car, you druggie bitch!" Connor and Murphy stopped moving and watched as well. "You.. oh God, why?" Donna asked hurt. "I felt it would bring closure to our relationship!" Rocco yelled back, getting a small laugh out of Rosie. "You killed my.. my.." Donna tried to find the word. "Your what? Your fuckin' what!" Rocco yelled. "My, my..." Donna searched the room for the answer. Rocco suddenly pulled out a gun and held it to his head, "Your what, bitch? I'll shoot myself in the head, can you tell me that cat's name!" Donna and Ravyie exchanged glances, "S-skippy, Skippy." "What color was it bitch!" Rocco asked taking the gun from his head. "Don't you yell at her, you fuckin' prick!" Ravyie yelled. Rocco turned to her, "Sheeeut your fat ass, Ravyie! I can't buy a pack of smokes without running into nine guys you fucked."
Rosie walked over, grabbing Rocco's arm, "Rocco, c'mon let's go." Donna sat up, "Get the fuck out of my house, you whore!" Rosie ignored her, "Roc, c'mon." Donna stood up now, "I said get the fuck out of my house, whore." Rosie turned to her, "Shut your fucking mouth." Donna stepped closer and turned to Rocco, "Are you fucking this bitch? Huh, are you screwing around with this tramp?" Rosie shoved Donna back onto the couch, only to have Rayvie shoot up and jump on her. Ravyie had her pinned for a moment then Rosie won the upper hand. She sat up to ready herself, but Ravyie grabbed her hair. Rosie returned the gesture and brought her foot to Ravyie's face multiple times. All three boys watched smiling. Finally, Murphy and Connor pulled them apart. "Don't you ever fucking touch her again!" Ravyie yelled. "Won't have to ask me a second time, bitch!" Rosie yelled back, dangling in Connor's arms. Murphy tossed Ravyie back on the couch and looked to the squirming Rosie, laughing. "Let's go." Rocco yelled from the front door. Murphy grabbed the bags while Connor set Rosie down, "Be good lassie."
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