Disclaimer

The following is one of many installments for a story designed specifically for my blog.  While it does step out of my usual genre, there are some things still not suitable for a younger audience.  Violent/Graphic descriptions, strong language and sexual situations may be found through different sections.  Each entry will tell a small portion of the story during different times and may not directly follow the one prior to it.  

This story follows the direct interactions, as well as the deteriorating thoughts of a young man who is struggling not only with the relationships he has with those around him, but with the relationship he has with himself as well.

Finally, all work is strictly fiction and does not reflect the views of the author.  Any resemblance to actual person(s) is only a coincidence.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, then avoid these excerpts and hopefully I’ll see you around my other posts!

He looked into her eyes searchingly, trying to find that littlest bit of concern which had just been there.  He was sure he had seen it.  Or, maybe it’s that he only wanted to.  The very idea that she had any sisterly feelings for him was a fallacy.  She had, for years, tormented him, using his emotions to get what she wanted.  Even now, he could see the gears spinning.

Her right eyebrow raised slightly and a quizzical expression came over her delicate features.

“What,” she asked with but a hint of laughter on her voice.

“She’s laughing at you Scott.  You sit here covered in blood, scrapes and bruises and the bitch is laughing at you…”

“N-nothing,” he stuttered, shaking off the voice of his unwelcome guest.

“So, are you gonna tell me or what?”

And he did.  He didn’t leave out any details either.  Why should he?  It wasn’t like any of the parties involved were going to keep it secret.  Tommy, B.J. and Megan would all spin their own little twist on it of course, anything to make them look better and him more the fool.

By the time he had finished speaking, she was nearly hysterical.

“L-Lucy Winters!” she exclaimed for the third time.  “How the hell are they trying to sell THAT to YOU?!”

He chuckled despite himself.  The sound of her laughter grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard, but it was contagious none-the-less.

“He said…”

“What Scott, what did he say?”

Each could barely finish before they had broken into gales of laughter so strong that for the next minutes they were young again.  For the next seven minutes, as they held onto their sides and howled with all the enthusiasm of the mad, their feelings about each other were gone and they were once again two parts to their family.

Finally, after they had laughed until the breath was gone from their lungs and they had collapsed backward onto the porch, he was able to speak.

“He says to me; She has a pretty face though.”

There was another small round of giggles and when each was done, and as they continued to lay shoulder-to-shoulder at the top of the steps, they were both holding onto their sides and groaning.

“I-I haven’t laughed like that in years,” she finally said.

“Yeah…me either.”

“Scott?  Are you…  You know?”

“Going to go out with her,” he asked in response.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know…  It’s Lucy Winters, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.  But, it’s not like she’s a cow or anything.  I mean, she’s big, for sure, but it’s in a ‘hard working’ kind of way.”

“I suppose…  Do you know anything about her, Meg?”

She rolled up onto an elbow, looking down into his eyes with genuine surprise.

“Are you asking ME for MY opinion?”

“Is that so surprising,” he countered.

“A little bit,” she admitted cautiously.

She rolled over onto her back, scooting over until their shoulders were touching and it was a long while before either of them spoke again.

“I’ll tell you what.  Tomorrow, I’ll get together with my girlfriends and we’ll do some digging. How does that sound?”

This time it was his turn to turn toward her.

“Y-you’d do that for me?”

“Sure, why not.  You’ve been through hell lately, and I think you deserve having someone pamper you a bit, you know?”

“She’s setting you up, numb nuts. She’s just like the rest of ‘them’.”

“And besides,” she continued, “maybe they’ll leave you alone if you have a girl on your arm.”

She patted him lightly on his elbow before sitting up next to him.

“Let’s go inside and have a chocolate milk or something.  You can think about it and then let me know what you decide, and whatever it is will stay between you and me, alright?”

“You’re an idiot if you go along with this.”

“…shut up…”

Halfway to the front door, she turns and looks at him.

“What was that?”

“Uh, n-nothing,” he answered, shaken. “I’m up.”

She smiled and went into the house, but it would be a couple more minutes before he followed.