Product Of A Murderer

Chapter Eight- Broken Bones

'"Well Alan, it looks like you have a broken nose, three fractured ribs, a dislocated arm and numerous bruises scattered across your body so i have to ask; are you being abused at home?" I almost laughed at that, his crazy bitch of a mother wouldn't lay a hand on him, i would kill her myself but the fact that i did this to him makes it so much worse; he asked for this so i shouldn't feel guilty, should I? Alan's face is so priceless, lets see what kind of excuse he's going to make for this one.

"I was jumped." Well that would do, but the look on this doctors face tells me that he doesn't believe him very much.

"Excuse me John but I would like to speak to your friend alone." fucking fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck, he thinks i did it! What a guy, I mean i did do it but that is far from the point! How dare he assume that i would just hurt the boy that i love so easily, i cry myself to sleep every night like a little bitch because i can barely live with the guilt and he's just pinning this on me? If it wasn't for Alan's health I would have killed this asshole already. I stood from my place next to Alan on that bed thing and walked out towards the waiting room. I sat next to some pregnant lady and some blond girl and pretended that i was somewhere else, living a happy life with my little ginger.

"Hey, Why're you here?" a female voice said, i looked to see the blond girl giving me those eyes, they piss me off so bad.

"With a friend." I answered Monotonously, she leaned in closer and it made me uncomfortable.

"A girlfriend maybe?" Oh so this is the kind of game she wants to play, fine i'll play.

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"And so I ran as fast as i could to catch up to that dick-face and he fucking threw a trash can at me!" She was droning on and on about her boyfriend and her problems and i listened and laughed at the right places and she was actually falling for this shit, we even exchanged numbers and everything. I was about to say something funny but Alan ran through the door, throwing himself into my arms whining about how the doctor asked him so many questions and so on, i looked to the girl who i now know is Gielle giving me an odd look but i shrugged it off.

"Well it was nice meeting you Gielle, maybe we should get together sometime when i'm not busy." i said like the gentleman i may or may not be while Alan glared daggers at her.

"That'll be nice, i'll see you soon John."

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We were in my car and Alan was beyond pissed.

"So, you beat the living shit out of me for weeks, not letting me go to school or have any friends and you're going around flirting with half the fucking neighborhood?" he fumed, obviously that isn't true because i tell him to come with me but he refuses, and he has no friends at school so I don't know what the fuck he's talking about.

"You know, bringing up that I hit you is really fucking low even for you! You know for a fact that i hate doing this to you and I even fucking begged you to leave me but no you don't! You tell me that you love me but you don't even have the decency to realize that i'm doing this for you, everything i do is for you and you don't even fucking see it! I fucking love you so much and you don't fucking care; you don't care that i hate doing this, that i fucking kills me to have to hurt you, do you even really love me?" I was sobbing, it hurt to open up like that, to let him in but he doesn't fucking understand that if i didn't have him i would be nothing. He was crying so hard and he wouldn't stop so i held him in my arms until he finally calmed down.

"If i didn't love you then i wouldn't be here, it hurts so fucking bad not being with you. If you left me I would die, i need you to feel alive, even if it means a few broken bones here and there."

"Take me, take me back to your bed; i love you so much that it hurts my head." i sang most likely off pitch.

"You have such good taste in music." and with that he kissed me.

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I was so glad to be home, as odd as that sounds; we walk through the door and there's someone else there.

"Oh Austin, guess who came all the way from wisconsin to visit her favorite nephew?" i heard her shrill voice and it instantly made me empty the contents of my stomach on the ground. Oh no this can't be happening, this is a bad dream, i've got to be dreaming; this can not be real.

"D-dolores?"

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Oh, the drama! I guess I just have A Flair For The Dramatic. (i'm sorry i just had to say it.)

-Andria

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**By the way i haven't been on lately because i was being punished for my mental illness (yeah, stupid right?) and my mom is being a giant shit and giving me such a hard time for wanting to write; ughhh the woes of a teenage fan fiction author. So now i'm just gonna go behind her back and write, but updates will be less frequent. I'm so sorry i feel like i've failed all of you who have supported me with their comments! Without you there is no me (I've been listening to a lot of Pierce The Veil lately, don't judge me.)