October had been right. Myra was no better than a pimp. She was taking the story line of Bam and this new girl and running with it. Bam was spending more and more time with her everyday that the camera crews were present.
And her name was Bambi. Yes, Bambi. His on-screen girlfriend was named after the little, baby deer from a Disney movie. Bambi Fawn McCarthy to be exact. She was agreeable enough, with a pretty smile, yet vacuous. She played her part well although it didn't seem much of a stretch. Bam found himself wondering who, if anybody, would be attracted to a girl so one-dimensional. She was a far cry from how multi-faceted he knew October to be. He wondered vaguely if October would become the woman he would compare all others to in the future. And in the next thought he knew the answer was yes.
If Myra was the pimp, then Bam was the whore and that's exactly how he felt every time Bambi ran her hand down his arm or kissed his cheek for the camera. Being apart from October was slowly killing him inside. Every time Bambi touched him, he thought of October. He knew October would think it obscene, and perhaps she'd be right, but he couldn't help it. She was always on his mind.
Being in the city was eating at his very soul in large, razor-sharp-fanged bites. The buildings were closing in on him. The air was choking him. The noise and the people were making him claustrophobic. He spent many evenings walking along the pier, turning his face to the briny mist of the ocean, thinking of his home in Browntown.
He hadn't spoken off-screen to anyone in his family in weeks, except Rainy. She hadn't been privy to the goings-on of that fateful meeting so he felt she was still unbiased as far as he was concerned. Rainy was the only one who still looked at him without pity in her eyes.
He hated the way his mother's eyes watched him in sadness whenever he did happen to run into her in the hallway of their apartment building. He hated the way his father's eyes glared at him, accusing him of wanting to choose a girl over family. He hated the way his brothers' eyes would never rise up to meet his as they passed each other in their day-to-day lives. He hated the way Birdie's eyes welled up with tears whenever she saw him in the building lobby. He knew he had to turn away from her before she had the chance to whisper the word 'sorry' yet again.
Most of all, he hated the way his own eyes looked at him in the mirror, blaming him for what he'd lost.
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