𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝗆𝗂𝖽90𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅

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     "I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME," Fuckshit's eyebrows furrowed as he glanced over to Ray, who was staring at him in utter shock. The pair had been at this for nearly two hours already; sitting on Fuckshit's couch as Fuckshit reminisced about last night's 'moment'. Ray had almost immediately stopped him when Fuckshit explained how Ellie and him almost had sex, but how Fuckshit had been the one to stop it.

     "I have a very hard time believing you were the one to stop her, in fact, I have a hard time believing y'all didn't fuck period," He had said, making Fuckshit throw his hands up, "I have self control, nigga." Fuckshit had told him, which resulted in a laugh fit from Ray.

     "Your self control is that of a fucking fine ass piece of salt, Fuckshit."

     As of now, Ray was staring at Fuckshit with his mouth slightly agape.

     "So.. you two just.. made up?"

     "Ray, I'm not tryna fight with her no more," Fuckshit shrugged, leaning his head back onto the couch as he crossed his arms over his chest, "We're good" he nodded.

     Ray didn't say anything, only dropped his eyes down to the ground. He wanted to believe Fuckshit, but he also felt that he knew Fuckshit better than anyone, and that regardless of Fuckshit's words, everything would always turn out the same. He truly felt like Fuckshit just had bad luck.

     "Mm," he hummed, just as Ellie approached the two boys, bouncing off of the last step of the stairs.

     She rubbed her eyes, her messy hair pulled tightly into a bun atop her heavy head. She felt like it was falling forward, pulling her body down with it. She was exhausted.

     "Made you some eggs," Fuckshit muttered, glancing over at his kitchen island as Ellie smiled down at him. She seemed to process a long thought as her eyes dropped down to the brown carpet covering the floor, and then, she frowned.

     "You good, ma?" Ray questioned, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows.

      "I had a.. horrible dream about my fucking dad," she exhaled, rubbing her eyes once more before she dropped onto the couch between the boys. "I think that would be called a nightmare," Ray perked, but Ellie seemed too distracted to even give him a smile.

     "I think I should go see him." She said.

     It took Fuckshit but a second to lock eyes with Ray as a nervous lick ran over his top teeth.

     There was no one more than Fuckshit, who hated Ellie's father. It was fire meet fire with him and Benjamin.

     Fuckshit had always told Ellie that if he had nothing left to live for, he'd kill her father — but, he also said he'd teach a dog how to rob at gunpoint, so that very obviously shows how unserious Fuckshit was.

      Although he had no liking for Benjamin, Fuckshit couldn't help but pass by Ellie's house — more than once — after she left.

     Everyday it was the same; at 10 am, Benjamin was outside, sitting in a dirty porch chair, smoking a cigarette. By 12, he was watering his — already dead — lawn. And by 6 pm, he was doing a terrible job at flirting with the 19 year old neighbor next door. He was utterly delusional and miserable, Fuckshit thought.

     Only 7 months into Ellie's leaving, did Benjamin seem to disappear.

     As Fuckshit would slip past Ellie's house in his car, peering out the window to watch Ben do the same things over and over, he noticed there were no more morning smokes or noon plant tendings. He also noticed the 19 year old neighbor seemed to move away — as would Fuckshit if a 50 year old man was hitting on him every day.