twenty six

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dedicated to mad-e, my beautiful girlfriend, the sole inspiration for this story. her wattpad is @ima-werecat

the song is nothing lasts from bedroom. it's very quiet and peaceful. so please play it.

thank you to everyone who commented on this story, and to everybody who had shared concerns and ranted and loved. thank you a lot.

here it is, the finale of SAD FACE. enjoy.


An explosion rips me off my feet and I am slammed into a concrete wall with Dan lying on the ground a few feet away. I reach out my hand to crawl to him but stop when I can't see my hand, just complete red dripping down to the broken cement.

"Phil..." I hear him mutter. I shoot my head up, suddenly remembering we were still in danger. A grinning, red-faced Mrs. Howell was staring at us with a gun in her hand. I stare at her, and I see her pupils dilate in fear.

Then, her madness takes over it and she smiles. The smile takes over the woman's face completely. There are wrinkles around her eyes, I realize. A lifetime of fake smiles, praising over her son's naked bloody body. They have come to use in this final moment.

"So, didja think that was it?" She says, tilting her head to a side as she frowns suddenly. I grimace, inching forward on my stomach. She doesn't see me properly, I can see her blinking multiple times.

She stops blinking and turns around, she bends down and picks up a weapon. That's when I saw the bruises on the back of her arms, it looked like hands.

She swings the ax over the shoulder, swinging her hip to the side and grinning again. She bends down again and dips her finger in a pool of blood, then paints her face to make a wild smile going from cheekbone to cheekbone.

Dan's mother was fucking insane.

"Okay, here's the plan." She says into her shoulder. "You c'mere and get the boys-"

Sirens.

The bitch starts running out of the alleyway and trips. I get up quickly and pick the ax up.

She turns around and looks at me. Holds her hands together. "Please don't hurt me, boy. I have a family. Adrian." I put the ax over my shoulder.

"You sure about that?" I say, she looks taken aback.

"Because I'm sure as hell not." And I swing the ax down.

A moment of silence ensues, all that is heard is my heavy breathing and blood dripping onto the cold dark floor. The sirens fade away, seems as if they were looking for someone else.

I look down at the bloody fingerless gloves I was wearing. I peel them off to reveal red knuckles and I laugh a little. Being mad and having to be mad had its problems.

"Phil?" Dan says.

I look at him, his face is blurry. "Yeah?" I mutter.

He looks up at me. "C-could you help?"

I step back, I had completely forgotten about him being there. I rush over to him and he stares at me with glossy eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"I know, Dan. I know." I sigh and pick him up bridal style. He twitches in my arms. "You're very light." His face turns white.

"Where are we going?" He says.

"My house."

"I still don't understand how I could've lived with you, Philly."

I breathe in sharply at the nickname, but Dan seems so tired and upset and sad I allow him to call me that. "Your mother was a danger to us. If I was there," I stop for a moment, thinking about what could have happened: I could have gone to jail on an account of kidnapping. It wasn't as if that hadn't happened before but I had my friend bail me out. Dan wouldn't be able to take it.

I look down at Dan who looks at me with curiosity in his eyes. "things would have been bad."

"Okay." He says quietly.


. . .





When I wake up the next morning, I almost forgot that I killed a woman.

At first it's normal, then the anxiety slips in. I look at Dan on the left side of my bed, snoring quietly with his hair on his closed eyes.

I smile at myself. Trying to get rid of the upcoming anxiety attack. I breath in, then I breath out. I must have woken Dan up somehow because soon I am wrapped in his embrace. His slender and bruised fingers rubbing circles on my back.

I didn't tell them that when an anxiety attack happens, I sit still and choke on my own air. So I choke in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay," he murmurs softly. My breath drizzles on a sob.

And we stay like that for who knows how long, and when I look up at Dan with probably a red face and open lips. I see him smiling.


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