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Alien Blues: Vundabar
"I've never seen Lex so angry with me. It's like he just went..." Clark trails off as I keep my angry gaze on the table, not touching my plate of bacon, toast and eggs.
"Crazy?" Jonathan finishes his sentence and I tighten my jaw.
"No, just...just not himself."
"Well, you can't take it personally, Clark." Martha speaks up.
"Well, it's hard not to. He asked me to break him out." Clark tells her.
"You said no, didn't you?" Jonathan questions.
"Yeah."
"That's good." He takes his dishes from the table and walks to the kitchen from the corner of my eye.
"Brianna? Brianna, you should eat something. I know you've had a rough couple of weeks." Martha's voice goes right through me.
I start laughing. "Yeah, it's great. He just broke himself out and injured two guards along the way. He doesn't belong in there. He's being drugged!" I get up. I go to enter the kitchen, but I look down at the floor. I now turn back and enter the living room. "And you went in there without telling me?" I point to Clark. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I shake my head and walk to the door.
"Brianna." Clark grabs my arm.
I immediately pull away. "You know I would've went with you if you just told me you were going."
"So you can end up in a cell too? No way."
"Well that would've been my decision to make! But you didn't even give me one, let alone tell me what your plan was!" I shout. "But while I'm standing here, I'm gonna tell you that your plan fucking sucked. You know why? Cause you didn't think. You just thought if you acted like a paranoid schizophrenic with a dash of borderline personality disorder, you would break him out like you were in some goddamn action movie. Well, newsflash, movies aren't real. So I'm gonna go and get him out—real world style." I nod and open the door.
"No!" Clark shuts the door.
"Do not make me throw you across the room with your parents here." I turn to him in fury.
"Brianna." Martha walks over with Jonathan. "This isn't his first brush with mental illness."
"Well, Lionel's never gonna let him out. We're his only chance!"
"Brianna." Jonathan walks over and places his hands on my shoulders. "You can't just break somebody out of a state institution. Then you would go to jail, and Lex would be out there, a fugitive and you would have a target painted on your back."
