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Chapter 36 Tattoo

Lennon's pov

My knuckles are still covered in Harmony's blood and its started to dry and clump together. I'm sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at the blood. Harmony is the reason my daughter is dead. My daughter is dead. And it's all her fault.

The police took her away an hour ago. They questioned me about a bunch of things but I honestly don't really remember what they wanted to know about. Probably why Harmony looked like she got smacked in the face by a truck.

They were questioning Andy when I left to use the bathroom and never came back. I'll go back to the room eventually. I just need to be alone for a little bit. This whole situation is really setting me on edge.

My bag is lying on the floor next to me and I begin searching through it for a piece of gum or something, just to take my mind off this. As I look, a plastic bag of pills falls out of one of the pockets. I thought I hid all my pills at Andy's but I guess I left some of them in here. There are about ten pills and they're all different colors with little shapes on them. I don't remember when I got them, but the hypothetical devil on my shoulder is trying to grab them and shove them into my mouth.

I have been needing a high for a long time. One wouldn't be so bad. I'd be happier at least for a little while, then I could take another one. When the bag runs out, I'll take the ones I have at Andy's. It'll be fine. I shake one out of the bag and hold it up, examining the little blue dolphin printed on the face.

"Lenny are you in there?"

I swear and stuff the pills back in my bag.

"Yeah," I call, slowly standing up.

Andy walks in the bathroom and hugs me, kissing my forehead softly. "You okay?"

"I think so," I say softly, leaning my head against his chest.

"I love you," he pulls me closer to him, resting his forehead against mine.

We walk out into the hall a few minuets later, a group of caste mates waiting outside.

"Are you okay?" Harley asks, looking carefully at me.

"I'll get there," I answer, pushing my hair out of my face. "Jason, do you care if I head home. I promise to go over everything seven billion times and Andy will make sure it all goes okay. I just really need a hot bath and food and stuff, you know."

"Babe, that's perfectly fine," Jason smiles at me. "I think the night has been productive enough. Leslie," he looks over at her. "could you stay after a bit to read through your new lines with me and work on some character development?"

"Yeah," she grins, her eyes sparkling as Andy and I walk away.

We catch a cab to Andy's and he orders Thai takeout on the way. He keeps my hand firmly clasped to his, rubbing circles into the back of my hand. We curl up on the couch together and he slowly starts playing with my hair.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks.

I sigh quietly. "I honestly don't know."

"Do you need anything?" He asks.

"You," I pull him closer to me and kiss him lightly. His hands cup the sides of my face and I grin against his lips. "Actually," I whisper. "Can you give me a back massage?"

"Oh course," he kisses my cheek and readjusts his position as I lay down.

He slowly begins rubbing my neck, working his fingers into the muscles. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of the muscles loosening. The Thai takeout arrives about ten minuets later and we eat in comfortable silence.

"I want a tattoo," I say abruptly. "I don't have any yet and I've been meaning to get one for a while now."

"Cool," Andy grins. "Any ideas?"

"Something for Avery," I say. "Angle wings maybe, but less basic than that."

We both laugh.

"So," I look over at him. "could we go get it, possibly, now."

He blinks in surprise then smiles. "Sure."

We catch a cab to a tattoo parlor that one of our cast mates recommend and sit in the lounge until a man covered hair line to toes walks out and greets us. He introduced himself as Victor and asks Andy for a picture. They take the picture and then go back to a room where Victor and I talk about different tattoo ideas.

"I want something for my daughter," I say. "She was a miscarriage and I want something to remind me of her."

"Like little wings and her name or..?" Victor starts sketching out some ideas.

"I kinda want something less 'basic'," I laugh and he laughs as well. "I was kinda thinking of a baby angle but not like super detailed."

He starts sketching, his tong sticking out from between his lips. I hadn't noticed before but it's separated and the two sections randomly move away from each other as he draws.

"Like this?" He shows me a small drawing of the outline of an infant with a halo and small wings, it's tiny umbilical chord drifting away from its body.

"That's absolutely perfect," I grin.

"And where are you planning on putting it?"

"On my ribs on the left side I think," I say, pointing to a spot high up on my ribs.

"And now big?"

"The same size as your sketch," I look over the drawing.

"Okay awesome," He grins. "Lets get started.

*~*~*~*

"It's beautiful," I grin, looking in the mirror at my new tattoo.

I insist on paying for it without Andy's help and we catch a cab home. I'm absolutely in love with my tattoo and Andy has to stop me from constantly peaking at it. It's done in black ink except for the halo which is gold.

"Will you stop messing with it!?" He laughs, pulling my hand away from it. "It's going to get infected if you keep fucking with it."

"But I want to look at it!" I whine.

"Well just look at me," he grins devilishly. "And if you need to touch it, just touch me."

"With pleasure," I grin back, looping my arms around his neck. "I may as well break in my new ink with a good fuck."

"Yes please," he laughs and kisses me as I pull his shirt off. "Let's get tattoos together."

I kiss his neck grinning. "Of course. Now will you shut your mouth and kiss me?"

He answers by kissing my back and grabbing my boob.