Paramount + (Post Clash) Unintended Consequences
Sept 21, 2021 0:56:58 GMT -5
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Post by Addy A on Sept 21, 2021 0:56:58 GMT -5
Hello?
I found myself sitting alone on the wooden benches of an empty locker room. I thought I heard a noise, but I’m sure it was just the imaginary birds floating around in the fog that clouded the thoughts inside my head. Tonight… tonight had been overwhelming… I got to Regan. I know I told Johnny that I was only going to scare her, but I guarantee you that I would’ve put a bullet in her head if it had been her and not Bunga come round that corner. Getting her inside that cage is a blessing and a curse. She will suffer by my hand, or that I'll make sure.
That blonde cunt will know that I don't fuck around but for now she would wait.
I should go home. Delaware was a long flight from California. My daughter needs her mother.
But...
I want to be alone.
Some things are best left dealt with in your own hallways.
I heard the shuffle of rubber on concrete.
"Hello?" I mumbled to empty concrete walls that surrounded hoping (not hoping?) someone was out there. If this was someone's idea of a prank I was gonna break my foot off in someone's ass. The squeak of rubber got louder when that telltale face and face of hair poked around the doorframe. Bloody Bacchycat spooking the shit out of me. Dressed in street clothes he has a unique style that is both shabby and smart at the same time. I was glad he was here. I wished he wasn’t.
“Hey. Couldn’t find you – didn’t want to leave you, plus you got the hotel keys.”
Hell. I couldn't think straight. I wanted to fly home. I didn't want to go anywhere. It had completely slipped my mind that we are staying in a hotel near the arena for the night. Johnny and his ways… We were gonna party like it was nineteen ninety nine and sleep on the flight back to the West Coast. Johnny was fun, we always had fun but tonight I was … well I just was. He sits next to me. He had showered and he smelt nice, better than that but I didn’t feel like articulating it more than that in my head. The boy has a way of making me comfortable, not many people can do that. Fact, only one ever really has. And well...
"Bacchycat!" I was shrill - awkwardly so, but I hugged tight nonetheless. "Ya fuckin' made me think there was ghosts'a Cooch's Bridge about."
His body was pressed against mine.
This was…
Pleasant.
Johnny wrapped his arms around me in the way that only he can, in doing so he pull me as close as was possible in our current positions.
“I have no idea what that means.” He tangles his fingers in the strands of my hair, not rough or kinky, but playfully. “You sure you’re okay? Show ended a while ago.”
"Cooch's Bridge is a Revolutionary Battle." He looks at me strange, like how the fuck would I know that sorta stuff. That look, it was the best manifestation of ‘What the Fuck?’ I’d ever seen in my life. I better set him straight. "I ain't a nerd, I just rabbit hole wiki a bit. Ya know."
He laughs with a snort, a scoff really. “It’s me you’re talking to – d’ya think I’d care if you were a nerd?”
Thankfully he didn't notice that I ignored the actual question he asked. "I know ya ain't care Bacchycat but ya know... ya know... right." I go silent and try not to think too much.
His eyes were watching me. I could feel them dancing all over me, he was reading me like a book, each twitch turning another page. I couldn't tell if he was letting me sullen or he just couldn't think of the right words to say. Who am I kidding? This was Johnny Bacchus, he always knew the right words to say.
“Is it what she said last week?”
Surprisingly, it wasn’t a wisecrack. It seemed a genuine question of concern. How could I let my favourite boy see me so flat.
"Ain't give a fuck 'bout Regan."
“I’m not talking about Regan.”
Who was he talking about? Oh.
"Lissie?"
“It was shitty she brought you up. Craven, even. I just thought maybe it’d bother you – it would bother me, if I were you.”
She's in pain. I can't blame her.
"Lissie just hurtin' is all. It's my fault her beautiful brother is dead.” Shit, I should’ve used his name. “Can't blame her. She's my sister but she gotta be her 'til she's good. She just ain't feel loved but she ain't know…" I trail off, my words were coming out jumbled. I miss Lissie and I love the girl. I love her as much as I love Robbie. Did it hurt me that she was being like this. Yes. But I had to move forward, I had to keep going, otherwise I would crumble on the weight of it all. I'll be there for her when she's ready for me.
Johnny brings me close, squeezing me tight. “Sorry, I’m not trying to stir anything. I just don’t like you being unhappy.”
"It's not that I'm unhappy Bacchycat. I'm not." I lied.
He wanted to know more but I could by the tone of his voice and his choice of words he didn't want to pry. The way he shrugged his whole body only helped to give it away. “Glum? Moody? Dunno – you just seem in need of a pick-me-up. You wanna go back to the room, crack that $400 bottle of tequila, and do body shots?”
"Sure." I'm sure he noticed the lack of enthusiasm in my voice.
He cocked his eyebrow in the way that only he can, “Or we can just put the TV on and turn it on early?”
"I'm always good for an early night with ya." The monotone nature of my voice caused any possible laughter to completely miss the mark.
I feel Johnny pull away like he feels that he has overstayed his welcome. I wanted to be alone, but I didn't want Johnny to go. “You want me to leave you alone?”
"Yeh. Nah. Maybe." That wasn't an answer to any question but it was how I felt right at this moment.
Johnny rises from the bench and grabs his gym bag to sling over his shoulder. “Tell you what. I’ll be out at the car – I’m gonna smoke and listen to the new Chapo. Take your time.” I should tell him, of all the people in the world, Johnny Bacchus is the one person that deserves to know. I grab his wrist as he steps away from me, bag on his shoulder. He turns around and looks me in the eyes.
"Johnny." That was all I said but it felt weighty to say.
The singular word seems to hold his attention. The frown that covers his face is not a natural expression for Johnny Bacchus, but the concern that is carried with is most definitely real. “Yeah?”
"I'm pregnant."
I found myself sitting alone on the wooden benches of an empty locker room. I thought I heard a noise, but I’m sure it was just the imaginary birds floating around in the fog that clouded the thoughts inside my head. Tonight… tonight had been overwhelming… I got to Regan. I know I told Johnny that I was only going to scare her, but I guarantee you that I would’ve put a bullet in her head if it had been her and not Bunga come round that corner. Getting her inside that cage is a blessing and a curse. She will suffer by my hand, or that I'll make sure.
That blonde cunt will know that I don't fuck around but for now she would wait.
I should go home. Delaware was a long flight from California. My daughter needs her mother.
But...
I want to be alone.
Some things are best left dealt with in your own hallways.
I heard the shuffle of rubber on concrete.
"Hello?" I mumbled to empty concrete walls that surrounded hoping (not hoping?) someone was out there. If this was someone's idea of a prank I was gonna break my foot off in someone's ass. The squeak of rubber got louder when that telltale face and face of hair poked around the doorframe. Bloody Bacchycat spooking the shit out of me. Dressed in street clothes he has a unique style that is both shabby and smart at the same time. I was glad he was here. I wished he wasn’t.
“Hey. Couldn’t find you – didn’t want to leave you, plus you got the hotel keys.”
Hell. I couldn't think straight. I wanted to fly home. I didn't want to go anywhere. It had completely slipped my mind that we are staying in a hotel near the arena for the night. Johnny and his ways… We were gonna party like it was nineteen ninety nine and sleep on the flight back to the West Coast. Johnny was fun, we always had fun but tonight I was … well I just was. He sits next to me. He had showered and he smelt nice, better than that but I didn’t feel like articulating it more than that in my head. The boy has a way of making me comfortable, not many people can do that. Fact, only one ever really has. And well...
"Bacchycat!" I was shrill - awkwardly so, but I hugged tight nonetheless. "Ya fuckin' made me think there was ghosts'a Cooch's Bridge about."
His body was pressed against mine.
This was…
Pleasant.
Johnny wrapped his arms around me in the way that only he can, in doing so he pull me as close as was possible in our current positions.
“I have no idea what that means.” He tangles his fingers in the strands of my hair, not rough or kinky, but playfully. “You sure you’re okay? Show ended a while ago.”
"Cooch's Bridge is a Revolutionary Battle." He looks at me strange, like how the fuck would I know that sorta stuff. That look, it was the best manifestation of ‘What the Fuck?’ I’d ever seen in my life. I better set him straight. "I ain't a nerd, I just rabbit hole wiki a bit. Ya know."
He laughs with a snort, a scoff really. “It’s me you’re talking to – d’ya think I’d care if you were a nerd?”
Thankfully he didn't notice that I ignored the actual question he asked. "I know ya ain't care Bacchycat but ya know... ya know... right." I go silent and try not to think too much.
His eyes were watching me. I could feel them dancing all over me, he was reading me like a book, each twitch turning another page. I couldn't tell if he was letting me sullen or he just couldn't think of the right words to say. Who am I kidding? This was Johnny Bacchus, he always knew the right words to say.
“Is it what she said last week?”
Surprisingly, it wasn’t a wisecrack. It seemed a genuine question of concern. How could I let my favourite boy see me so flat.
"Ain't give a fuck 'bout Regan."
“I’m not talking about Regan.”
Who was he talking about? Oh.
"Lissie?"
“It was shitty she brought you up. Craven, even. I just thought maybe it’d bother you – it would bother me, if I were you.”
She's in pain. I can't blame her.
"Lissie just hurtin' is all. It's my fault her beautiful brother is dead.” Shit, I should’ve used his name. “Can't blame her. She's my sister but she gotta be her 'til she's good. She just ain't feel loved but she ain't know…" I trail off, my words were coming out jumbled. I miss Lissie and I love the girl. I love her as much as I love Robbie. Did it hurt me that she was being like this. Yes. But I had to move forward, I had to keep going, otherwise I would crumble on the weight of it all. I'll be there for her when she's ready for me.
Johnny brings me close, squeezing me tight. “Sorry, I’m not trying to stir anything. I just don’t like you being unhappy.”
"It's not that I'm unhappy Bacchycat. I'm not." I lied.
He wanted to know more but I could by the tone of his voice and his choice of words he didn't want to pry. The way he shrugged his whole body only helped to give it away. “Glum? Moody? Dunno – you just seem in need of a pick-me-up. You wanna go back to the room, crack that $400 bottle of tequila, and do body shots?”
"Sure." I'm sure he noticed the lack of enthusiasm in my voice.
He cocked his eyebrow in the way that only he can, “Or we can just put the TV on and turn it on early?”
"I'm always good for an early night with ya." The monotone nature of my voice caused any possible laughter to completely miss the mark.
I feel Johnny pull away like he feels that he has overstayed his welcome. I wanted to be alone, but I didn't want Johnny to go. “You want me to leave you alone?”
"Yeh. Nah. Maybe." That wasn't an answer to any question but it was how I felt right at this moment.
Johnny rises from the bench and grabs his gym bag to sling over his shoulder. “Tell you what. I’ll be out at the car – I’m gonna smoke and listen to the new Chapo. Take your time.” I should tell him, of all the people in the world, Johnny Bacchus is the one person that deserves to know. I grab his wrist as he steps away from me, bag on his shoulder. He turns around and looks me in the eyes.
"Johnny." That was all I said but it felt weighty to say.
The singular word seems to hold his attention. The frown that covers his face is not a natural expression for Johnny Bacchus, but the concern that is carried with is most definitely real. “Yeah?”
"I'm pregnant."