#cherabogs

[text] Jaro: I fucking needed you... you promised you would be there and I FUCKING needed you. You promised you would take care of me and that everything would be okay and its not and you just pissed off! [text] Jaro: No. Instead you left me behind to fuck around with some boy toy, all the while still telling me you love me. People think I don’t what you’ve been doing behind my back, but I know. I’m not stupid like everyone thinks. I might be out of my fucking mind and a schizo basket case, but I’m not fucking stupid Jaro! [text] Jaro: You just gave up on me, I guess. Like everyone else accept Mik. Mik’s been there for me, making sure I don’t completely fall apart after he found me. That wasn’t suppose to be his fucking job! So where the fuck is the MAN who said he’d take care of me?? Because I don’t fucking know.  [text] Jaro: What’s the point though... I’m not the prettiest girl, I’m not the smartest, I can’t do anything right, nothing... I’m just a fucking basket case that everyone just takes pity on. More now then ever. I should have known better then to think anyone could actually love me the way I thought you did... You gave up on me, so maybe I might as well give up on me too.... [text] Jaro: fuck you for fucking me up... and fuck me for thinking I was ever worth anything...

Alice tossed her phone to the other side of her bed as she retreated and curled up into her pillows, trembling in hurt and anger from typing her messages. Hot tears stained flushed cheeks as her mind reeled over what she’d just written. 

There was a thousand more things she wanted to say. She wanted to scream and cry. She wanted to curl up into a hole and vanish... she wanted to do a lot of things; but at that moment, all she could do was sit alone and just think. Though her thoughts were hardly kind.

Why wasn’t she enough? Why did she have to fuck everything up? Why couldn’t Jaro love her the way she loved him? Why couldn’t anyone love her at all? Why did her head have to be so sick all the time? Why did everything think she was so stupid? Why did every good thing that came into her life have to be ripped away from her? Hadn’t she suffered enough? Didn’t she work hard enough to deserve a little happiness? She supposed not.

Who would actually care if she just vanished? No one would come looking for her. Mik wouldn’t have to deal with her and her episodes and all of the ridiculous mannerisms that clearly made her unbearable to be around. Why would anyone leave her or try to get rid of her if she wasn’t unbearable to be around? What was the point anymore?

The young blonde hugged her knees tightly to her chest as she hid her face in the pillows, letting them sponge up the tears as they came.

The toe of his converse sneaker tapping along to the concerto softly playing through the speakers as the last trickle of people left the building. It wasn’t long before he spied the manager of the establishment, smirking to himself before bringing his fingers to his lips to wolf-whistle sharply. Dropping his arm to rest against the doorframe as he spoke, “Long time no see. Get in, we need to talk.”

The Christmas decorations were still up full force, at least until the New Year, and Kacey was enjoying his last few days off to party and drink to excess. The night was young and he had set himself up with a drink at the bar, not realizing why people kept approaching him until he glanced up and noticed the Christmas weed dangling from the crowned molding decorating the top of the bar top. He took full advantage of that fact to lure people into his web to test and see if they had the potential to have some fun. Waiting for someone else to mention the mistletoe above their heads and pretending to have not noticed it before toying with them for a while until he’d get bored of their presence.

After brushing another potential plaything aside he ordered himself a second round of his sickly sweet drink and noticing his favorite dark figure sliding up to the bar next to him. Taking a sip and nodding politely at his company as Jaro arrived, silently raising a brow as he lifted a finger and pointed upward. A silent challenge, a test to see exactly how Jaro would react to this innocuous tradition.