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 Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 11:48 pm
It was said, but how could Ladon BELIEVE that after what he had just been told. How FAKE Billy had been with him and how he just threw everything about their relationship in his face. It was a slap to the face and hurt more than any lack of retaliation that Billy had done. Ladon WISHED the boy had hit back. He wanted them to beat the hell out of each other so that he could feel justified in hitting him.But Billy did nothing, and had walked out calmly as he had done when he told Ladon everything. Nothing had stirred in him and it only made him wonder if he even had a heart TO rile up. How could someone like that love him, and maybe it was his desperate need to have someone that made him fall for someone like that. Beggars couldn't be choosers and he wound up getting trash. Trash that shattered everything inside him.
Was Billy retreated without any sign of being upset, Ladon slammed the door anyhow. For someone who said would be upset about being dumped, he seemed to have taken it well. Even seemed...perky.
Nowhere near the near sobbing mess that was working it's way like a train without an engineer in Ladon's system. Looking a this now vacant apartment, he breathed deep, before diving into the kitchen. He grabbed anything he could to throw on the ground. The dented toaster - now more dented as it hit the peeling linoleum of his kitchen floor. The dinnerware of a few matching plates and cups he managed to find in a rummage sale. All tossed to the ground. A few plastic cups that bounced and did nothing to alleviate his anger. Then a saucepan that did nothing more than make noise.
When his small kitchen floor was cluttered and his small fit over, his panting broke in the back of his throat. It was over.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 12:01 am
Billy wasn't going to let Ladon, or his neighbors, see him get upset. No. As soon as he was in a secluded area, he became Bismuthite and teleported someplace private. back to the attic. The place he had lived since graduation until the rescue. The place where countless tears had already been shed for the boy, and where screams, paired with screams of rage and agony, would be muffled by a mildewy old pillow.
That had gone wrong. So, so wrong. After the screams and the crying was a hyperventilating mess of a man. Why, oh, why had he lost control and said things like that? Some of the things he didn't even mean. At some point the argument had become less about working things out, and more about hurting the other. Fighting about love to the point where love was forgotten and only the hate remained. Until now. Regret hit like a giant wreaking ball, and this time Billy couldn't find it in him to hate Ladon for putting him in this position.
The sadness could have easily turned in to burning hatred, but all Billy wanted right now...was to take everything back. Go back in time and not say anything. Maybe...maybe with time he could let the hate take hold. Or maybe they'd forgive and forget? Billy dared not to hope. He'd been an a*****e and shot himself in the foot, so to speak. The very thing he didn't want, the very thing he feared, he'd made come true.
Pain, and not from the blows Ladon had landed, was all that was left. Pain and regret.
Where was that ego now? Where were his defenses? had they left him too, after they had created this mess? What foolish pride. But pride was all he had now. He'd re-erect those walls. Try and build them stronger. Pain was something he never wanted to feel again. he wouldn't take chances. He needed his egotistical shield. He'd lost everything for it, after all.
You can't have your cake and eat it too.
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