D'or

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Everything was a mess, the house had been trashed more times than anyone could count on their hands and it was all because of Clover. Charlie had stopped keeping track of him, opting to spend time with Barbara of whom they had much in common with. Bill was left in charge of him, that is, until he came down with a chronic illness that only arose after he had to look after Clover. Mick and Keith were trying to convince them to kick him out of their house, but the two just wouldn't have it. 

Surprisingly, three days out of the week were calm, scarily so. On the third day, Charlie was understandably worried. So, he went to look around for him, being led to the locked bathroom with the sink running. 

"Brian...?" He spoke up behind the closed door, rattling the door knob a bit before hearing a loud groan.

"P-Piss off..." Clover spoke with that same odd doubling of voices, but he sounded so weak. Charlie wasn't going to go away, reaching up for the key the was on the door frame and unlocking it. Upon opening the door, he physically repulsed a bit at the sight. Clover had pulled up a chair to the sink, which had dried and fresh blood being dragged down the drain along with clumps of his already practically white hair. The outgrown golden locks now so dull, you would think he washed his hair with wax, it was dry straw by then. His hands were clutching onto his hair, blood dripping from his mouth that stained his teeth and left him shaking violently. 

"Oh- oh my god, Brian-" 

"D-Do NOT c-call me that!" The male screeched, voice gradually becoming weaker and more like Brian's voice once more. Whatever was going on, Brian wasn't going to be lasting too long. 

"Clover, you need to get to a hospital or you and Brian are going to die." Charlie pleaded with him, grabbing a hand towel off the rack and tugging him a bit closer before trying to wipe the blood away. 

"I-I-I d-don't b-bloody...c-care..." Clover lowly spoke, trying to pull away but being much too weak to really move at all. A loud knocking came at the front door, Keith yelling to everyone he would get it. When he did open the door, the dulled blonde suddenly screamed and knocked the chair over backing away. 

"G-Get h-her out, get her o-out, GET H-HER OUT!" He repeatedly shrieked, throwing his hands up to his hair; practically ripping chunks out with tears starting to run down his face. Charlie was shocked by what was going on, quickly looking down to see who came. It was Barbara. She looked up at him, giving him a smile and a wave. 

"Hey, honey, u-uh...I'll be down in a moment!" Charlie flashed her a smile, rushing back into the bathroom with the door slamming behind him. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"S-She's evil- s-she's using y-y-you...t-to g-get to m-me!" Clover yelled at him, shaking his head. "M-Make her leave, make her leave..." 

"Clover you're being fucking ridiculous, first you put Bill in the hospital, you wreck the house and now you're acting like a lunatic over a girl I've been seeing for all of ten days?!" 

"Y-You don't f-fucking get it! Why c-can't you j-just listen to m-m-me for two seconds?!" 

"I'm not listening to you because you're talking like you belong in an institution!" 

Clover was visibly shaking, the light-bulb in the overhead light exploding and the mirror shattering out of no where with the door swinging open. 

"G-Get...t-the fuck out..." He weakly said, head resting back on the bath tub edge and hands resting on the top of his head. 

Charlie stared at him for a few moments, the shards on glass being strung through his hair as he stood up and turned; walking out without a word. 


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I wanted to give you lot this quick little chapter, I'm sorry for being very off and on with these chapters! I intend on being able to getting a few more out in February, so look out for those. My apologies for this chapter being so short, but I don't have much time as of late to be writing. What do you think is up with Barbara and Clover? Do leave me some feedback! I hope you all enjoyed this and I looked forward to seeing you in the next chapter!

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