You guys get a little more of Leon and Rue so enjoy because shit is gonna get more messy.
'03 Bonnie and Clyde'
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"Fuck...The one good thing that came out of all of this is now I shouldn't Easily open up and fuck up again."
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Leon sat in his car with a cigarette in his mouth as he inhales the smoke before releasing some. He wished he could cry which was definitely something he wouldn't say out loud but there were no more tears to shed and the damage was done. He couldn't hate Maddy he really couldn't but maybe he couldn't forgive her either, he must have done something wrong for her to cheat. He looked up at the sky and pictured himself being far away from this piece of shit town. Maybe in the city living a good life finally happy.
But for right now suffering would have to do. He wanted to get high he was clean for way longer than probably anyone expected but he didn't want Maddy to be the reason why he relapsed that is a major dick move. So cigarettes would have to do, yeah they were really bad for you but it's not like he cared anyways.
Flashback
"You Don't have to say anything Maddy." Leon strokes her hair as Maddy cries.
"I really fuckin wish i don't find love like theirs Leon it's literally exhausting having to watch them and hear them." Maddy wipes some tears.
"You know my parents were happy being married to each other because they both had the same amount of hatred for me." Leon reveals making Maddy look at him.
"Lee." She wipes her tears feeling terrible for even bringing up her parents ignoring each other. "I'm so sorry." She chuckles sadly. "Here I am complaining about a minor problem when there are people who have it worse."
Leon shakes his head and kisses her hands. "Maddy your problems matter to me, I would do anything to make them go away. I want you to be happy."
Maddy kisses his hands looks at him sadly. "If it's not too personal to ask, how did your parents treat you?"
and he continues. " my childhood was shit, we were poor, my parents hated my guts, i was abused for years till i was 15 and when i moved here with my cousin. I don't really know what love is because instead of hugs and words of encouragement it was kicked in the ribs and no food for who knows how long. And it wasn't always because we were poor it was because they enjoyed seeing me so skinny and helpless."
