#no the fuck you wont where were you when i was throwing bricks at cars and having to be wrapped in one of those autism cocoons

[daddynegandesires]

Secrets chapter 1

Summary: Daddy Negan and (y/n) had a falling off with eachother but what happens when a new man pops up in his life trying to be a better father than he was at taking care of his little girl and his use to be girlfriend.

Warning: jealousy, anger, fighting, some smut, violence, cheating

18+

(Updated)

*flashback*

Objects were flying all over the house (y/n) was screaming at the top of her lungs chucking any items she sees in her way at negan.

"Hey!...hey! Calm the fuck down!!" Negan yelled dogging the picture frame that came flying at his head shattering on the wall behind him.

"You fucking peice of shit! I knew you were screwing around behind my back!" Tears streaming down your face you marched to the kitchen grabbing a big knife out of the knife block streching your arm out towards negan with the sharp tip almost grazing against his throat.

Negan quickly grabbed your hand steady that was holding the knife trying to persuade you to put it down your whole body was on fire shaking with rage.

"Baby....put the knife down...you dont want to do this" negan slowly began pushing your hand away sliding the knife out of your grip placing it on the counter behind him.

"M....mommy..." A small frightened little voice called out from the hallway

You instantly collapsed on the floor with your back sliding down the kitchen counter in tears resting your head in your hands

*end of flashback*

"Ellie!...come get your breakfast baby!" You called out while spreading the last bit of peanut butter on her toast and placing it on the counter next to her OJ.

" goodmornin mommy!" Ellie sweetly called out before hopping up in her chair slopply chugging down her OJ spilling it down her face

" haha Slow down hunny i dont want you to choke" giving her a little kiss on her forehead sitting down next to her

"Can i see daddy today?" Ellie ask curiously while chomping down on her peanut butter toast giving me goofy faces after each bite.

The doorbell rings and ellie jumps straight out of her chair running up to the door flinging it out impatiently.

"Hey babygirl!" Negan bends down to her level swooping her up in his arms giving her small little kisses all over her cheeks closing the door behind him.

"I miss you daddy" ellie said giggling

You were still sitting at the table swirling the spoon in your bowl of cereal zoning out. Hearing his voice still hurts hell even just looking at him hurts you. You loved him you wanted to marry him a part of you still hasn't forgave him for what he did to you. He ruined this relationship...you were snapped out of your thoughts when negan and ellie came and sat down at the table with you.

"Hi..." He says sitting ellie down in her chair

"Hey...." You say quietly giving him a half smile

"How have you been?" He sits down next to you grabbing an apple from the fruit basket

You wanted to tell him the truth you wanted him to know how bad you actually hurt how you lay awake at night crying and blaming yourself for everything.

"Im okay....haha..." You nervously shift in your chair about to speak but the front door opens your heart begins to race at the fact that its a guy you have been seeing that negan doesnt know about.

"Hi jack!!" Ellie playfully yells out

"Hey kiddo!" Jack walks into the kitchen scruffing up the hair ontop of ellies head before turing to you and negan in a silence

"Hey baby..." Jack lands a kiss on your cheek while not breaking eye contact with negan.

There was a long awkward tension between the two of them untill negan gor up from his chair walking over to ellie.

"Jack??...hi, im negan ellies dad" he says with a god awful smirk on his face he extends out his arm for a handshake

"Hi negan nice to meet you...im (y/n) new boyfriend" he closes the hand shake with his hand before pulling away

" well would you look at that....boyfriend huh?" negan glares in your direction you dont dare stare up at him your face was getting flushed

"Well on that note me and ellie should be heading out, right KiDdO?" Negan said in a mocking voice before swooping ellie up

"Wait i have her bag packed its in her room" you quickly said hopping up from your seat running to the room to grab it. You handed the bag off to negan he slung it over his shoulder with ellie in his other arm standing on the porch.

"Have fun i love you baby"giving ellie a quick kiss on her cheek

"Ill have her back before 8....i promise" negan leaned in and gave you a small kiss on your cheek without breaking eye contact with jack standing behind her.

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"I dont think negan likes me ha..." Jack lets out a small laugh

"He does....he is just...protective" you begin cleaning up the kitchen and doing dishes when jack comes up behind you grinding his soon to be hard cock on your ass

"Jack....i have to go get ready for our date" your face beings to flush and you spin around landing a kiss on his lips

"Mmm...you always taste so good...." His hands now on your hips

You grinned at jack before slipping out of his grasp. You snuck off to the bathroom andclosed the door behind you running the water in the bathtub you slipped off your clothes slowly lowering yourself into your hot bathwater. Laying there with your eyes closed your phone buzzed and startled you. Your dripping wet hand reached over and picked it up seeing that it was a text from negan.

From negan:

So you got yourself a young new boy toy..

You opened the message and scoffed at what he had sent you, you tossed your phone back down on your towel before it buzzed again.

From negan:

Dont ignore me....

"Asshole...." You whispered to yourself before slipping out of the tub drying yourself off with your towel. You walk over to your closet pulling out a skin tight black dress with black high heels. Slipping on your black bra and black lacey thong you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror youve always struggled with your body image because your thighs were bigger than most girls and negan always made you feel better about yourself when it came to situations like that. Snapping yourself out of your thoughts you apply the rest of your makeup and head out witb jack to dinner.

"You look sexy..." Jack complimented you kissing on your neck

"Thank you..." Looking up at him through your dark mascara filled lashes and biting at your ruby red lipstick

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Jack had dropped you off back at home when you instantly heard negans car pull up in the drive way. 8 o'clock on the dot. This man never plays around. You opened the door to se negans face in awe.

"Je-sus!..hello hot mommy..where have you been" negan walked through the door biting at his lip with ellie asleep in his arms.

"I went on a date....its none of your concern" you said with your hands on your hips your dress hugged your curves in all the right places. Negan went to go lay ellie down when you stepped outside to light a cigarette.

"Smoking again huh..." Negan stepped outside beside you

" i never stopped..." You took a long drag on your cigarette your ruby red lips parting letting the smoke roll out of your mouth

"Why did you ignore me..."

"Im none of your concern anymore...so dont act so fucking generous" you said annoyingly throwing your cigarette on the ground stepping on it with your heel

"Fiesty.....i miss that" negans tongue slipped across his bottom lip

You were about to open the door to walk back inside when negan grabbed you by the waist tightly causing you to moan pushing your body up agaisnt the brick wall on the porch. His hand making his way up to your throat gently applying pressure his lips lightly grazed yours feeling his stubble from his beard on your cheeks. He moved in closing the gap between your bodies you could feel his rock hard cock bulding in his jeans only causing your pussy to be wet even more.

"Negan i cant do this...i have jack" innocently moaning

"what he doesnt know wont hurt him..." He whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps

You snapped out of it realizing what he just said is the same thing he said to the woman that he cheated on you with. You shoved him off of you.

"Negan go!...now!" You pointed at him to leave before slamming the door in his face crying storming off to your bedroom.

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[noodlecupcakeswritings]

Mad Love - Chapter 14 ( The final Gotham fic)

After Gotham was cut out off from the mainland, Emerald starts to learn that three’s a crowd and Jeremiah soon shows his true colours. Will she stick around like she did with Jerome or will she finally get some sense to leave and reunite with her true love.

The fourth and final instalment in my Gotham/Emerald series.

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Warnings: Language, Violence, Abuse, Blood, Gore, Knives, Threatening behaviour, Jeremiah's an abuser (don't @ me)

Chapter 14

Emerald’s P.O.V

Jeremiah and I were at The Iceberg Lounge for the evening. Whilst Oswald hadn't exactly made him feel welcome he wasn’t stupid enough to completely deny Jeremiah entry. That would end badly for Oswald and he knew it. He just asked Jeremiah not to cause any trouble. Ecco was currently stuck in Arkham, having been caught by Batsy a few months ago. It was about time she had her turn in that hell hole. Jeremiah had shown no plans of breaking her out soon though. A part of me liked having him all to myself…when things were good that is. The other part of me was afraid to be left alone with him, afraid of what he would do with nobody else there to intervene. When it was good with him it was good but when it was bad, it was fucking awful. I kissed his cheek as he handed me the money for the drinks before I headed off in the direction of the bar. Whilst we’d be left alone in our booth, if things went south for whatever reason there were plenty of people around that could help. Hopefully.

I stood at the bar waiting for the bartender’s attention. Oswald appeared at my side, offering a kind yet sympathetic smile. I didn’t need his sympathy, yet. Jeremiah hadn't done anything, yet. “Drinks for you are on the house, he can pay double,” Oswald explained. “Your showing favouritism Oswald. I didn’t think you still had a soft spot for me.” It wouldn’t be a good idea for me to accept free drinks from Oswald, if Jeremiah found out that might set him off. “I just want to see you do better than that,” Oswald shrugged. “We’re fine. I haven’t complained or shown you otherwise.” “Barbara told me you came by her place a few months ago. If you need-“ “No thanks Oswald. I think I’d rather stay at Arkham then have you take me in again.” I was referring to the first time we’d met, after the first time Jerome had died. “The offers still there. Anything to help out an old friend,” he continued.

Staying with Oswald again would be just weird. And probably a bad idea, if Jeremiah found out I had stayed with a guy who also happened to be an ex he would start making assumptions. The bartender took my order and my money whilst I waited for the drinks to be made. “I’ll leave you two too it,” Oswald mentioned before waddling away from the bar. He was likely referring to Jeremiah who was probably coming to see why the drinks were taking so long. I sighed, putting on my sweetest smile and preparing myself. I turned, only it wasn’t Jeremiah that Oswald had left me with. It was Ed. My smile faded and I turned back to the bar, the sooner these drinks were made the better. I couldn’t have Jeremiah see me talking to Ed. He really would fly off the handle then. Ed stood next to me at the bar waiting to have his order taken. “Is he here with you or are you two not together right now?” Ed asked with hesitancy in his voice. “We’re here together,” I replied emotionless, hopefully he would get the hint.

“And the other one?” “Ecco’s in Arkham.” I grabbed the two glasses and turned to head back to Jeremiah. “Are you okay?” Ed asked. “Fine. Leave me alone Ed. Now’s not a good night to talk to me.” “I don’t think it would be wise for any man to talk to you whilst he’s here.” I turned back to him, with an unimpressed look on my face, “then why are you still talking to me?” “Maybe I have a death wish,” he smirked. “Just don’t let him see you tonight, okay.” Ed scoffed and opened his mouth to respond but I beat him to it. “Please, Ed. For me,” I pleaded.

Ed gave into my request with a soft sigh, “being wrapped around your little finger is a dangerous thing.” I gave him an eye roll before heading back to Jeremiah. Thankfully where the booth was meant that the bar wasn’t in his line of sight. Hopefully I hadnt been gone too long. I handed Jeremiah's cocktail over to him and sat back down next to him, where he wrapped an arm around me almost in a possessive manner. I nestled into him, taking a sip of my drink. “You were gone a while, I started to miss you,” he spoke. “Sorry, the bar was busy. You know it’s always busy here.” “True.” After three drinks Jeremiah was very clearly bored, cutting the night short and leading me out through the back entrance. I felt a little relief to be out of there and to going home with no issues.

Jeremiah pulled me close, smiling at me before kissing me. I returned the smile. Suddenly his grip on me became tighter, almost painful and my smile faded. “Why did you lie earlier?” He asked. I swallowed hard, I had two choices. I could try and lie my way through this and hope he brought every single one, if not I’d be in more trouble. Or I could just tell the truth and hope that he’d go easy on me. I mean I hadn't completely lied, the bar had been busy. “I didn’t-“ I started. Jeremiah slapped me hard, cutting me off mid-sentence. My cheek burned and stung from the slap, but it wasn’t the worst he’d ever done. I could take it. “You know lying only gets you into more trouble and yet you continue to think I’m fucking dumb,” he spat. He assaulted the other cheek, both of them now throbbing. Jeremiah pinned me up against the wall, one hand wrapped around my throat. I could still breathe but it was a bit more difficult than usual.

“I saw you at the bar talking to not just one but two of your exes. Now Oswald I can understand and give a slight free pass to as he owns the place but Ed? That’s not okay. What was it you were talking about? Were they propositioning you again? Go back to Oswald’s place with both of them just like old times?” Jeremiah growled. I didn’t have to respond straight away as he winded me with his fist. I coughed and wheezed, unable to prepare myself for his next attack. Cold metal pressed against my face, one of his hands in my hair to hold me still. I recognized the metal as one of his blades he carried on him. This was one with a serrated edge. Fear pooled in my stomach and I froze in place, afraid my next move could very well be my last. “How about I carve your fucking face hmmm? Then he wont fucking look at you, nobody will fucking look at you because your mine! And who would love you with a face like that? Only me,” Jeremiah continued.

“Mr J please don’t, I was just telling Ed to leave me alone I swear,” I cried. Hot tears were rolling down my cheeks, but I still didn’t dare move a muscle. Jeremiah was going to take a lot more convincing; I knew that. “It didn’t look like it from where I was sitting.” “I promise that I only have eyes for you. There is nothing going on with between me and Ed or Oswald. I don’t want anything to do with them ever again, I told them that.” Jeremiah considered my words for a few moments before breaking out into a grin. The blade ghosted over my cheek, forcing a small pathetic sound from me. And then it was gone, back in his pocket like it had never left. “You better be telling me the truth because if you’re not, I’ll take those pretty eyes of yours. Pop them out of your skull and keep them on a keychain,” his tone was playful, but I had no doubt he would make good on his threat.

I remained where I was, unable to move or respond in fear of saying or doing the wrong thing. “Oh come on, lighten up. You’d be so much prettier if you smiled,” Jeremiah teased. Forcing a smile was easy, I’d done that multiple times for him. He returned the smile and took my hand in his, pulling me close. “Your mine, you belong to me. And I’m never going to let you go,” Jeremiah promised. I nodded, nestling into his touch as if to reassure him. He seemed to buy it, leading us back to the car. There was still a niggling feeling at the back of my mind, telling me not to get in the car but I didn’t have much of a choice. The engine came to life, Jeremiah putting the car into gear and putting his foot down on the gas. The tyres squealed as the car lurched forward. I focused my gaze on the road ahead as Jeremiah placed a possessive hand on my knee. His touch disgusted me, made my skin crawl.

Jeremiah turned down another road, the car speeding down the road at around 80 mph. Hopefully there were no cops patrolling because I was not in the mood for a car chase tonight. “You know that nobody else can have you not when your mine,” Jeremiah continued, the speed of the car increasing again, “and if I can’t have you, then nobody can.” Up ahead the road ended in a capital T shape, the only way to go either left or right…or straight into the hard brick building. I probably looked like a deer in the headlights right now as the car continued to get closer to our impending doom. There was no reasoning with him anymore, his foot was right down on the gas. And I wasn’t sticking around. Good thing I didn’t wear my seatbelt. I took a deep breath to prepare myself before forcing open the car door and throwing myself out of the car. I rolled to lessen the blow but still felt pain shoot up my legs and arms.

I stopped, hearing the car collide with the building. Getting to my feet, I stumbled over to the wreckage. There was blood on my knees and elbows, but I was in one piece. I studied the wreckage, glass shattered across the concrete and bonnet. It crunched under my boots as I grew closer to the driver’s side. I had to know if he was dead or not. If I was free or not. His head rested on the wheel, blood running from a nasty head wound. But the fucker was still breathing. This should have killed him, perhaps I’d have to finish the job. I dug in my pocket and flicked open Jerome’s switchblade. Sirens wailed in the distance and there was the distinct smell of petrol in the air. Lucky cunt. I turned and ran in the safest direction, away from the car and the sirens. Perhaps Barbara had a bed for the night I could borrow.

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[jiminandlemonade-blog]

I’m Not Your Number One Priority Anymore - Kim Namjoon

"But that's the problem Namjoon, it's been like this for the past year!" You scoffed, watching his eyes roll over and over again after mentioning how you hadn't been spending enough quality time together. You and Namjoon had been dating for 5 years and it started 2 years before Bangtan debut. Your relationship was perfect and he was the perfect gentleman. He had the smarts, he was wise and ultimately, he treats you like his queen.  

Why was it that your relationship had went to absolute shit in the past year? You always lay in bed, next to him wondering what on Earth had gone wrong and why you were no longer snuggling but rather facing opposite walls. You were both constantly fighting over the sheets during the night to keep warm, lacking from the warmth of the other person.

"Y/N" he barked back, turning around in his chair, removing his hands from the computer. "Well there's a sight for sore eyes!" You exclaimed, not believing he'd actually turned around from his computer. He had been glued to it for months and whenever you came in the room to speak to him, he would grunt or moan at whatever you said until you left the room.  

No matter the situation, his replies would be the same. It just didn't seem like he cared. "You know what Y/N" he carried on, making you come back down to reality, "if you're so bothered about this, why haven't you broken up with me?" He spat, staring you dead in the eyes until you could see the tears clouding your view. "Is that what you want?" You looked at him bewildered. "Obviously not Y/N, but the comeback is in 2 weeks and we haven't got one of our songs finished. I've been so busy and you know this. Yet it's constant nagging and visits, I just need some peace and quiet sometimes" he said softly, not wanting to hurt your feelings.

But he did. You couldn't believe what he had just said. Your heart began to race and felt your jaw clench, hearing a scraping sound ringing in your head from grating your teeth as you clenched. "CONSTANT NAGGING AND VISITS?!" You shouted, wanting to grab the nearest object that was next to you and throwing it at him, just to show your pure anger.  

He looked disturbed. Tired, angry, lost. "Namjoon, you wouldn't be this tired if you just let me help you. If you spent more time with me you may have a better outlook in life. Just think back to when we started. We were perfect together. Everyone told us. Even when you debuted, everyone wanted to know our secret. Now I'm thinking, secret? What secret? The only secret we seem to have is that we're not as perfect as everyone thinks we are." You tongue whirled off. Once again, his eyes rolled.

You had had enough. "That's it, I'm done." You said matter of factly, slamming the door behind you as you walked out of the room. He obviously didn't realise the seriousness of the situation and if he did, he didn't chase after you.  

You ran to yours and Namjoon's room and called your best friend straight away. "I'm coming home" you stated in monotone. "YEY!" She exclaimed, not reading your heartbreak. "It's not a 'yey' Y/F/N, I've just told Namjoon that I'm done with our relationship.." You slowly let out, not believing the words were true. Your friend gasped. She couldn't believe it. You put the call onto loud speaker as you rummaged around Namjoon's room and put a bag together.  

"This is it" you exhaled after saying goodbye to your friend on the phone and picking up your bag. You could see the vague shadow coming through the frosted pane of the door and you couldn't believe it was actually over. 5 years of relationship and 18 years of friendship down the drain.

You stood on the stairs, staring into the pane and losing yourself in the moment, thinking about all of the times he had let you down. He stood you up on dates, forgot about your birthday, drank to the high heavens with the other members whilst you were sick upstairs.. "Pfft. Fuck this" you snapped, exiting from the front door, making sure to make a statement by slamming the door behind you.

Rain. Typical. Just like you would see in a film. You put up your hood as you were walking away with your life packed into two bags on your left arm, texting all of the other members goodbye with your right hand.

"Y/N, what the fuck?!" You heard Namjoon call from his bedroom window. He'd obviously realised something was up when you slammed the door and went looking to make sure you were okay, believing there was an intruder.. Not realising you were the one that left.  

"I SAID I'M DONE!" You shouted back, waiting on the corner of the street for the taxi to come and pick you up. "You never said an--" "I didn't say anything did I not? That's how much you've noticed me Namjoon. I've tried to explain this for months and this is the final straw." Your words clawed at his heart.

"Wait there!" He shouted. You couldn't be bothered with anything that he had to say and you certainly weren't going anywhere until that taxi showed up.

"Y/N, Y/N" you heard him chanting breathlessly as he ran down the street. "Namjoon, you're going to catch your death of cold!" You gasped, noticing that he didn't even bother to put on a coat and just up and ran from his studio. "You're wearing a vest and shorts!" You said in disbelief.

"What do you mean you're done?" He questioned, grabbing the bags from out of your arms and bending down to be lower than you as you sat on the wall. "This. It's done Namjoon. I don't think you realise the shit you've put me through this past year. It's been hell on Earth to become second to music. Damn, I haven't even become second. You put music, BTS and ARMY in front of me.. Even alcohol for crying out loud. It's just, I can't do this anymore" you ranted, taking your hands away from his, that he placed in yours not even a second ago.  

"Why did you never tell me?" He started sobbing. Your heart became iron and his tears did not resonate with you. "Namjoon, I've told you for nearly a year how I felt. You only want to do something now because you've lost me." "I've lost you?" He stammered, not believing what was going on.

"I'm not your number one priority anymore, Namjoon. Focus on your music, focus on your life. Forget about me" you try to soothe, realising how hard it was for the both of you.

You noticed the taxi pulling into the street. "I'm sorry. I'll always love you, but I have to leave" you claimed, your iron guard coming down and tears filling your eyes for the second time tonight.  

"You are my number one priority!" Namjoon shouted, snatching the bags from out of your hands and throwing them down the street. "Sorry" he gasped, realising what he had done. "But I'm not losing you that easily". You just looked at him dumbfounded for throwing your clothes down the street. "Damn Namjoon, that was pretty far" you laughed, not being able to believe how far he actually threw your bags.

You walked to get them, not wanting them to get wet. "I just said, I'm not losing you that easily" he repeated, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you into him.  

"What do you want me to do?" You sighed, pulling yourself backwards from the kiss he tried to plant on you. "You can't just kiss me every time something doesn't go your way. I wanted you to kiss me on a morning and a night, tell me you loved me at least once a day and at least make it to bed for 30 minutes for some sleep. But you couldn't give me the basics" you said, falling to mush and putting your head on his chest, not wanting this to be goodbye.

"Do you not think Y/N.." He lifted up your head for you to look him in the eyes. "that I do all of this for you, for our future." "But if you don't give me the basics, there wont be a future" you sobbed.

"Excuse me, Miss.. Are you still needing this taxi?" The taxi driver said, rolling down his window. "If you want to make it to the airport, we'll need to leave now" he continued.

"The airport?!" Namjoon exhaled, "you're going home as in y/c/n?!" He asked shocked, locking his arms around you and pulling you in for an embrace. By this point, you had already broke down in floods of tears. "You're not going anywhere" he stated, telling the taxi driver to move on.

"No, stop" you demanded to the taxi driver. "Get in" you demanded to Namjoon. He ran and grabbed your bags and met you in the car. "Y/N, I can't come with you.. I have comeback" he trailed off. "Can you make a left here please?" You asked the taxi driver.  

"Where are we going?" Namjoon asked. "You're going home" you sighed, your heart breaking. "I refuse to move from this taxi Y/N. Why don't you see I do all of this for us? Our future? You keep thinking about the bad things. This time last week we were talking about children.. What changed?" He kept asking. You sighed, not knowing the answer as to what had changed.

"Don't you see that I love you?" He cried out. It hit you like a ton of bricks. "Namjoon" you said, picking your phone out of your back pocket and scrolling into your calendar "..it's been 64 days since you said that to me". You heard a gasp coming from the taxi driver and couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Sorry you're getting all of the drama" you chuckled. "Don't worry, it's a standard Saturday night" he laughed back. Namjoon not finding the situation funny at all. "I- I haven't?" He stammered. You shook your head. "I had no idea.. It doesn't mean that I don't though" he stated, gripping your hand.

You were lost in a sea of decisions. Your heart was telling you one thing and your head was telling you another. You pulled up outside of Namjoon's door and he stated "I'm not leaving Y/N, not without you". "It would be a large charge" the taxi driver laughed. "She's worth it" Namjoon scoffed back, making your heart melt.

"See, where was this Namjoon when I needed him?" You sighed. "He's always been here, he's just been very self absorbent lately and for that, he's sorry" he stammered off.  

"What do you want me to do?" You ask him. "What do you think? I want you to stay with me and be my forever, like we had always planned" he smiled, tugging at your heart strings.  

You shook your head. "I'm sorry, Namjoon. I just need some time" you exhaled, wiping rain from your face. "Is this over?" He looked at you with heartbreak in his eyes.

"No." You answered after a quick deliberation.  A plan was concocting in your head. "But let me just have some time for myself" you stated. "Anything, as long as I get you back soon" he half smiled, leaning in and planting a kiss on your forehead. You felt 18 again and reminisced on the first kiss he gave you in the same spot. All of the wonderful memories came flooding back.  

After a long and hard goodbye, he gave you some money for the taxi fare, waved you off and slumped to the ground.  

As soon as the taxi turned the corner you shouted "STOP!", causing the taxi driver to break hard. "I'm not going to the airport. Thank you for this, but I need to give this another shot" you gulped. Your heart took over from your head when Namjoon asked when it was over and you felt evil but wanted him to know what it would be like to lose you, even for a second.  

You paid the taxi driver and walked back to Namjoon's dorm, standing out in the rain. 'Hey, I miss you' you text him, seeing your message go on read straight away. You laughed at his eagerness, as he was probably about to text you too.

You turned on Facetime and waited for him to pick up. He answered and his face was blotchy and full of tears. He gasped once his vision returned to normal from the influx of tears and he realised where you were. "This is your last chance Joon. If you promise I'm your number one priority from now on, I'm here for good" you smile, picking up your bags as soon as you heard the buzzer to be let into his dorm.

"Everything's going to change" he cooed, breaking down on the top of the stairs as you walked up them, wrapping yourself around his timid demeanor. "I love you" he spat out through the tears. You smiled, words ringing true in your ears. "I love you too."

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[stitchthebratprince-blog]

Yesterday was good day. Well as good is its going to get without you. I did something that i did not want to do but that you so desperately wanted when you were here. I cried when i saw Jorge, Alex in our house. In your home. I did not want to take them to go see you. I cried cause i did not want to do it. Not without you. I didn't want to deal with this. I cried but after that felt you in my heart. I still do. You gave me the strength to deal with this to persevere.

I was not prepared for the hugs. I wanted to just to shake their hands be distant and civil. I guess a bit cold. But i wanted to be on my best behavior, for you. I was though on my best behavoir. I didn't put Jorge in the ground like I promised him because my promise to you is more important.

I got to the mortuary early. I flew there to see you. I left them in my wake. My mom being who she starts to nag me about it. Trying to claim rights she lost long ago. Rights you made sure she knew where yours, when you were here. We protected each other.

I had to wait for Korrey the lady that is helping us, better yet me with these arrangements. I really wanted to dress you. My mom wants to be a miteda but i stopped her at the door. Your only fault was that you are very vanidosa. I knew that whatever state you were in you did would not be happy if they saw you like that. I went in before them by myself. I wanted, needed to do this myself. Well at least with out their help. Ended getting help from one of the worker in the mortuary. I put your pjs on 1st. I cut your toe nails. You always let them get to long. You should have told me you needed them cut already. I even cut the skin flap on the sole of your right foot. The one that always bothered you. put your socks on cause i know how you hated having cold feet. I put your crocs on in case you may have wanted to get up and walk around cause i know you hate walking barefoot, i hoped you may have gotten up to walk around for me one more time and told me anything and everything else you needed to tell me and to hug me and give me one last kiss. I even put on your nice robe in case i know how when you are outside of the house for a long stay like in the hospital, you dont like to be in just your pjs. You like to be covered up. You hate the cold but you also hate the heat more. But Your body was so cold.

Alex rode with us. He is a bit more respectful now or it could be that they are in mourning.

My dad and Jorge got lost or better yet I left them behind.

It reminded me of the winter when we would wake up in the morning and I would cook breakfast and you would come into the kitchen or when I would go to your room to wake you up and you would hug me and even though the heater was on your hands would be so cold and then you would be trying to get your hand under my shirt to hug me and steal my heat to warm yourself up. "Hmmm you're so warm. Give me!" And i would scream and we would play around and laugh while i tried to wrestle you off while in a loud and playful voice i would say ,"Stop! get off me dude! How are you so fucking cold?" We would only stop after the babies would start barking and dog piling on us and kiss us. You would let go and say, "Babies calm down! I'm not hurting your poppa! He is ok he is jus a big cry baby is all. I couldn't hurt even if i wanted to he is to big and strong. " i guess i am proving you right with the crybaby part now.

As I was zipping up your robe for the final time. You did something. Your physical body did something beautiful and wonderful. I was filled with hope that my prayer were being answered that there was a miracle and you did it you came back. Do you remember when we try and see what clothes fit you and we try to fit you into a pair of pants or i would help you get dressed in the hospital and you would be sitting on the bed and then lay down and throw your head back and huff and complain, "I've gotten too fat." Well you threw your head of the little brick pillow but without the huff. I smiled because i know you are still here with me. You are filling me with strength to keep on going. I had to finally agree with you that you had gotten a little fat. I see it now but i never saw it before because you were always so animated so vibrant and alive. Even in your sleep. But at least i was right it was water weight because they said because of the decomp you retain a lot of water and were beginning to leak all of that water. At least in death you shed that water weight right? Always with the extreme measures

To me you are my mom. To me you are beautiful. To me you are the whole world and more.

After i was done getting you dressed i called the family in. Who by now are as good as strangers to me but were never ever far from your mind and heart. Its been 10 years since i last spoke to them, a month in my mom's case. But I agreed to let my mom get them organized to see you on friday. Its what you really wanted in life and i denied it to you. You never held any ill will to me for it because you know i didn't want to expose you to pain. These people were toxic to you. You never deserved their hate. You never deserved their anger towards you. You never held any ill will toward them, all you had was love. You were not perfect but god dammit you were close to it.

They all went to you. One by one and said their good byes. They cried. They hugged you. They kissed you. They asked for your forgiveness. I had stop crying. There was no anger only a stillness in me. I felt all of this was very hypocritical at this point. I didnt say anything though. I didnt reach out to comfort anyone. I behaved. I let go out and wait and then we said our good byes. That soon you will be home to rest in your house. I know how you hate being gone from the house for to long. The babies miss you and i asked that when my time comes please let it be you that comes for me. Don't leave me. Please keep an eye on me. But if you can some way some how please come back to me. I'll need you no matter what. Its selfish of me but i don't care. You let me be selfish.

We had dinner. We ate at your favorite thai restaurant out here in riverside. I felt such warmth there. Not heat from outside we even got an extra thai ice tea. I guess that was for you. I drank it though. I thought you would not mind you know because of the lack of a physical body and you being dead and all. I know how much loved them though. I was so at peace yet so disconnected. After dinner though when we left the restaurant i had it out with them. I told them off. I didnt cuss at them Or say it in anger. I said it from the heart. I've started to let go of the pain and hate you were so worried would consume me. I guess you were worried about me getting angry but i didn't i only cussed twice. I laid all my issues with each individual person and told them how it was going to be. Jorge got angry i guess. I didnt really care not just because i exposed all of his sins but because i did it in front of his lady. I know what you would have said in the car. "You told them only 6 people. Thats you, my mom, my dad, alex, leslie, and him. He shouldn't have brought his entourage. But it was nice seeing oswaldito. He has gotten so tall." It was a reckoning. For them and for me. I did apologize to them because i know i was the only thing keeping them from you. I horded your love and attention. I tried to protect you. I feel bad because you wanted this, You were wearing me down on this issue, and i kept denying you. I know most of all you wanted this because you wanted me to let go of the hate and anger and i did.

Jorge left after that in a huff and mom wasnt happy eitherLeslie wanted ice cream so we went to the plaza. We sat around and talked we tried to talk about you but you know mom. She is so self centered and started in on her issues with my dad. I didnt want this shit eithe and i told her this. She got upset cause i shut her down. We left after that.

I had thought things were going to be bad and i had made plans i overbook. I should have cancelled them. I should have just stayed home. I just dont want people to think i am suicidal. Everyone keeps thinking that. I think but i am not. I wont hurt myself or the babies. They are our family. They are your legacy. Ohana! And what does ohana mean? It means family and no one gets left behind. At least now that you are no longer physically here i can start to fill the house with pictures of you and us like i wanted.

I still feel you here so i will stop with the day to day bs. I'll limit this to the things i cant say to you in public. Cause if people think i am going to off myself now they will probably have me committed if i started to talk to you out in public... at least when i do talk to "myself" when i am problem solving i'll be talking to you.

[fanfictiooooooon]

Love is a curse- part 4

( sorry not sorry that I wrote a lot of these one after the other, on the same day ), hope you enjoy this series, since it’s my first!

@i-love-superhero

Warnings: swearing, again.

masterlist  part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4(you are here)  part 5  part 6

About: This is about your breakup with Stiles, which never fails to linger over you. The pack are being off, and you need answers! Lydia, your best friend, is going to help you get them. Maybe it all has something to do with Theo being back in town.

(not my gif)

The students shuffle out to get to next lesson, and I feel my heart rate rise considerably. Theo and Lydia are about to leave when they see us waiting. They give disapproved looks before eventually going. The lights are on, and the credits of the movie still play, since no one woke up the teacher.

“I’m sorry.” he says, I turn to him. his hazel eyes filled with love. but how?

“We were dating for two years, two years! and all of a sudden you don't like me anymore and throw me aside, coldly, with no reason. Finally after two months, you decide you want to talk to me. Why?” I say, my eyes glued to his, searching for an answer.

“I’m so, so, sorry! I didn’t mean it,” his eyes begin to well up “I don’t know why I did it, I remember it, but It’s like I wasn’t there! I can’t say sorry enough times, Y/N, and I don't expect you to forgive me, but I swear, I could never break up with you!” he finishes, tears strolling uncontrollably down his cheeks.

I feel somewhat pity for him. “But you did.” I finally look down, fiddling with my hair tie. “You did break up with me.”.

“But it wasn’t m-”

“but you did,” I repeat, “and even now I can’t get a straight fucking answer out of you.”. Looking back up, his mouth is trying to make out words, but he remains silent.

“Please, just, don’t leave. I didn’t want to.”

“then why did you?” I pry, hoping to find a problem to fix.

“It w-wasn’t me,” he stutters “Y/N, I-I love you.”

That was it. He set me off. Tears now make their way towards my chin as well. “If it wasn’t you, then who was it?” I say, ignoring his last statement.

“I-I don’t k-know,” he stutters, again “please, can we work this out, there has to be a way.”

“why are you saying like that?”

“like what?” he wheezes.

“like I’m the one who broke your heart.” I say, his tears only increase. “I’m late for next lesson.” walking out of the classroom, I start down the corridor when I bump into someone, knocking me down. I look up, “Theo?”

He looks sympathetically down at me, “C’mon,” he holds my hand and pulls me up “let’s go to the bathroom and sort you out.”

Me and Theo had a history together. Before Stiles, we shared mutual moments of passion and lust. but after me and Stiles started dating, that stopped, which drove Theo insane, since he thought we were exclusive. However, we clearly weren’t when we only hooked up. Still, I can’t deny I’ve caught him staring at me before and after me and Stiles were dating. All of the time, actually.

Entering the bathroom, he politely hands me tissue. Mascara is smudged down my face, but I’m happy my eyeliner is still in place. “Thanks.” I say.

“No problem. I couldn't leave knowing you could come out crying.” he says seriously. “Stiles was so stupid to break up with you.” he adds.

“Did you hear our conversation?”.

“It was kind of hard not to.” he says, softly.

“and do you believe him?” I ask. Theo steps back a little, not expecting the question, and clearly uneasy in talking about others business.

“Honestly, not really. I think it’s a lame excuse. I mean, come on, do you believe that?” he scoffs, expecting me to agree.

“Maybe.” I reply. He rubs my upper arm, comfortingly. “Maybe I’d believe anything he told me.” Theo pulls me into his chest for a warm hug. I hug him back, reluctantly.

The rest of the day goes quickly, since I skipped most of them, and I meet everyone under the bleachers at break and lunch. Before I know it, it’s last lesson, chemistry. I’m dreading it. Scott asking me too many questions, Stiles staring at me, my ex best friend at the front, and Theo. Just Theo. I’m first to arrive, and Lydia smiles at me once she walks in. I avoid looking at the door, and begin daydreaming instead. daydreaming of a place better than this.

“Hey,” I'm brought back into the room by Scott and his friendly voice. “There you are! You’re really going to leave the pack for good?”

“Yeah, I think.” I respond. my eyes wonder across to Stiles, who’s got his hood up, yet staring at me with his red eyes. Class begins and who walks in? none other than Leah.

“Hey miss, sorry I’m late.” she shocks the teacher who responds with a snide comment. Leah takes a seat next to Stiles, the only empty seat. Her eyes wonder back to mine, ‘Hey’ she mouths to me.

“I didn't know you were in here.” I whisper, trying not to disturb the teacher, since we’re on opposite sides of the classroom.

“Well, I hate chemistry so I never come in, but you’re in here so it can’t be that bad!” she whispers back, glancing back and forth between me and the teacher.

“Suppose I’m a good influence on you.” I smirk.

“shut up, I’m here, willingly, because I need to be.” she replies, shooting me looks, yet I still smile at her.

I begin to pay attention, which is something I should do more often, when I’m disturbed by Scott tapping me on the shoulder, and gesturing towards a piece of paper reading: What happened with you and Stiles? He’s been in the bathroom all day?

Grabbing the paper, I write back: an argument. kind of. it ended in a lot of tears.

he wont talk to anyone, maybe you two could settle for an agreement?

fuck off, Scott. I push the paper to him, letting him read it, before scrunching it up and throwing it behind my back. We both jump at the sound of Theo laughing at my gesture. I don’t smile, simply get on with the lesson.

The week drags by, but I manage to get through it by completely avoiding anyone and everyone but my delinquent friends. In no time, it’s Friday, and tomorrow is my birthday, so afterschool, I go to Lydia bout the party tomorrow.

“Hey Lyd-”   “Stop right there,” she interrupts me “Don't even think about not going to your party tomorrow!”. I don't know how, but she’s always able to read my mind. “Well, I was just going to ask if it was still happening, but if so, I’ll be there!” I smile, a little mad I can’t say no to her.

“Good! Now, I was wondering, can I invite everyone?”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone.” she makes herself clear.

“Sure, it’s a party, right?” maybe we could invite him and he won’t go, that’d be ideal “But maybe not those friends, you know, they could start a fight, or at least vandalise your house” I say, meaning the bleacher people. she nods and smiles before leaving me. The halls are practically empty, when I hear a familiar voice from behind.

“Hey you.” I turn to see Theo “So, now what’re you doing afterschool?”             “Unfortunately for me, nothing.” I sigh.

“Good,” he gets closer to me before looking behind me and whispering “let’s go some place quiet.”

his eyes stay behind me, fixed on something. I turn around, confused, to see Stiles, angrily staring him down. “Real smooth, asshole.” I whisper back, and walk away, towards the front doors, not giving him a chance to say something clever. Stiles smiles but I keep my head forward and simply walk past him, uninterested in the feud they have. Although, very aware that their feud is about me.

I walk out of school just in time to catch up with everyone. “Hey, where were you?” asks Leah.

“No where, where are we going?”

“Hangout spot,” says Owen “Obviously.” I smile at him, and he kindly nods. I think I’m fitting in.

Time passes by too quickly, one minute I’m enjoying the company of my friends, the next I can’t sleep because I’m crying too much. I thought being with them could help me forget about him, but it only enhances my emotions once we’re apart.

Saturday morning crashes through the window like a fucking brick, and I have no clue what I’m wearing tonight. If I don’t turn up looking perfect, Lydia will drag me upstairs to change into what she picked out for me instead. At least I thought that was what would happen, only I realise differently once I receive a text from Lydia; I’ll be outside in half an hour, we gotta get ready for tonight.                       I realise that Lydia is too good of a friend to let me wear whatever I own to a party.

Getting ready, I don't bother with makeup, since Lydia will make me take it off so she can do it instead anyway. Getting in the car, I check the time 1pm.

“I know what we’re wearing! I picked out the most perfect outfits!” she says.

we continue to chat, once again, till she mentions him, yet again.                       “I’ve invited Stiles, but he didn't look in the party spirit.” she admits.

“He doesn’t have to go,” I begin, but Lydia swiftly cuts me off.

“Yes he does. Why wouldn’t he have to come?” she urges.

“Well, it could make things awkward.” I respond, insisting he doesn’t have to

“Well, luckily for you, there’s a lot of booze!” we laugh and arrive at the Martin household. “My parents are travelling all week. Place is mine.”.

Me and Lydia are there early to help set things up, and Malia comes to help too. We lose track of time by nattering once we finished, and it ends up being 6:30pm.

“Oh no! Y/N, quick, upstairs, now! We need to get ready!” she shoos me upstairs to her room, and they follow. Walking in, I’m presented by a flowing purple knee high dress, which Lydia points out is hers, and Malia states she brought her own stuff. Leaving me with a gorgeous knee high, black silk dress. Lydia hints me a smile, knowing I’ll like it. Malia and Lydia’s makeup is done, so they both do mine. 

They fix me up with a full face of makeup, red lipstick, and reddish eyeshadow. Stepping back to look at their masterpiece, they gawp at the sight. They straighten my hair, and Lydia passes me some cute boots. I’m eventually ready.

Looking at them, I see Lydia with curled hair looking beautiful, like always, and Malia, who wore jeans and a normal shirt before Lydia forced her to change. Now, she holds black shorts, knee high boots, and a red belly top. Needless to say, we all look amazing.

The clock strikes 7:45 when there’s a knock at the door. Opening it, Lydia reveals Scott and Kira. We all greet them and they get drinks before heading to the living room. I stay in the kitchen, wanting to do nothing but get drunk, and sit on one of the stools.

[wellmeaningshutin]

Short Story #3: Breakup.

Written: 12/17/2016

The night before was a long one, she had been broken up with and spent a majority of the night in her room, drinking by herself, listening to old opera records that her grandfather left her when she died. She had never really had an interest in opera but she had never really been alone in years, so the alien feeling of the music she’d lever listened to paired well with her newfound loneliness. Her boyfriend had stopped by her house the other night, as usual, and she was just finishing up the stew she was cooking for both of them, it was a recipe they worked on together through the years, since they liked the opposite kinds of foods the stew was a project of finding a balance between them, common ground, and creating a meal they could both enjoy together. When she made the table and they both sat down to dinner he was awfully quiet, just ran his spoon around in the bowl, not really eating, just staring off. She tried to talk to him but his replies were so curt and vague that she gave up trying, it was an awful moment for her, that discomfort and silence, when this was their happiest tradition they held. He checked his watch, she asked what was wrong, he said “Something at work, boss being a dick , you know…” and started stirring up the stew just to find something to occupy himself with. Then her roommate came out, who had been in the process of moving so the couple could live together by themselves, and then the boyfriend stood up, relieved, said “We’re done”, took the roommate in his arm, and walked out the door. She could hear his engine roar and the car quickly drive away, and like that the longest relationship she ever had was over, and she just stared at the door, hoping it was a joke, but after an hour of blank staring and wishful thinking she had to come to terms with reality, so she threw their dinner at the door, bowls shattering, and dumped the rest of the stew down the sink, just knocking over the pot and causing it to sit upside down in the sink. When she woke up it was hard to come to terms that this was her reality, but the bottles lying across the floor showed her that it was all too real.

She lied there in the dark, not sure how to even start her day. It was a Saturday so she didn’t have to worry about work, and she really had nothing planned for this weekend since she was just going to help who she thought was the-love-of-her-life move in. She wondered what she should do, just for a couple minutes, then she pulled her blanket over her head and stopped caring, just resined to lie there until she had to use the bathroom. She was in bed for an hour before her phone started going off, it was one of her childhood friends, Rose, a girl whose name was the only classy thing about her, she was like boxed wine, trying to seen sophisticated while still actively being the inverse. She didn’t really want to talk to Rose, it seemed like her boyfriend would get brought up no matter what and she really just didn’t want to talk about the breakup, she was still coming to terms with it herself. Her phone stopped ringing, problem solved. The phone started up again and this time the sound of it really got to her, that shrill noise that reminded her both of her hangover and of the outside world, she preferred to only care about the room, outside world not mattering, and the phone went silent again. It started to ring a third time so she snatched it up and hurled it at the wall, breaking in half, problem solved. Who did she need to call now anyways?

A couple minutes later she had to get up to use the bathroom. She sat there pissing while staring at her shower, wondering when she’ll bother get around to washing herself, but she considered just letting the water run over her, but she’d have to get undressed and it would be too much trouble. So after she was done she just got up, made her way to the kitchen, but realized the stew was everywhere and had been sitting out all night, in the heat, so she just grabbed a bottle that her roommate left behind, an aged scotch that her grandfather left her when he passed. Her roommate’s grandfather raised her, the parents died in a car accident, and he had that scotch brewed on the day she was born, aging until her 21st birth day, when he went into cardiac arrest and died. Her roommate was leaving it behind for a special occasion. So she picked it up, and first wanted to pour it down the sink, but that would mean she’d have to move the stew pot, so she just gave up and decided to start drinking it. It burned like hell but she was sick of being hung over anyways.

Then she noticed her door was starting to be unlocked, at first she thought it was her ex or his new lover so she propped up her arm to throw at them, but it was Rose who walked through the door with a panicked look on her face, “I really fucking need your help right now Victoria.” Rose had shoulder length blond hair that she wore like Marilyn Monroe, had drugstore makeup plastered all over her face, and fake designer clothing that she got through a special, sexual arrangement.

Victoria just took another drink, “Can’t you see I’m busy?” she said as she waved her hand in the direction of the mess in the house, which lead Rose to process, for the first time since entering, the state of the house and the awful stench that filled it, but she didn’t have time to care.

“Fuck, doesn’t matter this is important,” she used that word a lot, “remember that taxi driver I used to sleep around with?”

“Yeah, I still don’t get why you did that.” The driver was about 300 pounds, covered in hair, and spoke almost solely in dirty jokes. Victoria had to double date with Rose and the driver before, and it was probably one of the worst nights of her life, but not close to topping the night before.

“Well the guy was actually fuckin’ LOADED.”

“I have a hard time believing that.” She took another big drink.

“Well you better believe it baby, cause-” she waited for Victoria to stop coughing from the scotch, “cause well.. You know what? Fuck it. Wait here.” Then she did a twirl as she elegantly walked out the door with posture and flourishes that had been practiced to death in front of a mirror. Victoria was curious now, for starters she didn’t know how Rose even got a key to her house in the first place, and also she had lied a ton over the years just to get attention, but she never left mid conversation or anything, this seemed real. Victoria moved to the kitchen table and sat on the edge, facing the door, where she could see Rose make her way back into the house, quickly this time without the practiced movements, with something held under her knock off jacker. When she got into the house she slammed the door behind her, made her way to the counter, placed something down, then turned around with her back to the object, right in its way. She looked at Victoria with a glimmer in her eye, “Guess.”

“Like, guess what you brought in?”

“Yeah yeah, guess.” She said this as she spun her index finger in the air to speed things up, excited for the big reveal.

“Is it a new purse?”

“Nope”

“Umm,” taking another drink, “like a pair of shoes?” She really didn’t know what to guess, Rose never got this excited and the only objects she’d ever talk about is her clothes.

“Fuck it,” she moved to the side and revealed a brick of marijuana. Victoria didn’t know how to react to this, she smoked like a little bit at parties in college but had never such a large quantity before, she looked to Rose for help but she only returned with an excited look on her face, then was suddenly disappointed in the lack of a reaction. “Its a brick of swamp!”

“Yeah, I can see that, but… why?”

“Why what?”

“Why the fuck did you have to bring it here?”

“Because…” she glided over to the table and started drumming it with her fingers, “we’re going to sell it!”

“We?”

“Yeah I can’t do it alone silly. If a girl like me does a deal out in the desert by herself she’s gonna get raped and her throat slit.”

“I don’t think I’m good muscle.”

“Don’t worry about that,” ending the sentence with a wink.

“Wait where’d you get this?”

“Well, remember that cab driver?” Victoria nodded. “He was a drug runner, and, well, I’m in a little bit of trouble with some lone sharks so,” she gave a big shrug, “I stole it cause I needed cash. Fucker shouldn’t have showed me his stash anyways.”

“Wait, won’t he want it back, why are you bringing me into this?!”

“Well he takes so many bricks to, well, whoever he deals with, so it wont be noticed till the deal is made, and by then they’ll probably think he’s skimming off the top or something and break his legs I guess. And like I said, I can’t do it alone.”

Victoria wasn’t sure if the plan became reasonable, or the liquor was kicking in and her decision making was stunted, but somehow she ended up in Rose’s rose red, tattered convertible, barreling down the desert road to do a drug deal. The view was nice at least. Rose was smoking a cigarette, she felt it made her look classy since thats what people would do in all the old films, and when she wasn’t taking a drag she’d hold it upwards, held between her index and middle finger. Then she suddenly remembered something, took the wheel with her left hand which clenched the cigarette, and reached across Victoria and popped open the glove box, and then smiled when Victoria saw what was inside, a big fucking pistol. “With this fucker you don’t have to worry bout being overpowered. Just fire a couple rounds if things get bad, told you you didn’t have to be worried about being the muscle.”

Victoria took a little while to process this, staring down at the gun, then when everything clicked she stared over at Rose who did her best movie star laugh, well until the cigarette in her driving hand burnt its way down into her fingers and she had to quickly toss it out the window, causing the car to swerve for a brief moment. After the car was back under control, she just gave a smile.

In the distance Victoria could see another car parked a little ways out in the desert, waiting, and she figured this is who the deal would be with. It was just some beat up, gray, dirt encrusted mustang with three men surrounding it, one sitting on what looked like a blanket, checkered red and white, on the hood, with the two other men standing at either side. She started to realize she had still not fully realized the situation she had agreed to, and decided to take the pistol from the glove box, it was heavy, cold, and all too real in her hands, and she replaced it with the bottle of scotch. As they pulled up to the other car, and were about to get out of the car to greet the buyers, Rose turned her head to Victoria, gave a movie star smile, and said “Showtime”