Fix You ~Completed~

Act Seventy-Nine

"You stole him! You stole the most important person in my life! Jesus, what is wrong with you?"

"You tried to kill yourself! What else could I do?"

"Not murder my boyfriend!"

"I love you! I loved you then and I wasn't gonna let Kyla ruin you!"

I was on the other end of the couch, knees pulled up to my chest, crying just like I always did. Was there anything else I knew how to do beside sob?

"Why did you even tell me this?" I demanded in between my tears. "We were h-happy! Eddie, you and I were happy! Why did you ruin by telling me?"

"I told Gale. He said either I had to cough it up or else he'd tell you himself. I knew it'd be better if you heard it from me," Eddie explained, his voice low. Regret. He was feeling regret. I knew he had to be. "Clemmy, I-I'm not sorry for knocking off that bastard. I am sorry for what it did to you, but... but you're free! Kyla can't touch you anymore. You don't have to hurt anymore. You're safe, you're free."

"At the cost of another person's life." It sank in at that moment.

Kyla had died a horrible death because of me. If I had never been part of his life, Kyla would still be alive.

"Baby, he hurt you. He had been slowly draining the life out of you for years and-"

"No! No, that doesn't make it okay!" I whimpered, pushing Eddie away when he reached out for me. I jumped off the couch, wrapping my arms tight around myself, and let out a soft whimper. "Eddie, you k-killed Kyla. For me. You killed someone for me."

He looked desperate. "I love you."

"Kyla died because you love me," I breathed out, shaking my head in disbelief. "Oh god, this is... this is..."

"I was just protecting you. Clem, you wouldn't leave him no matter what he did to you. We both knew that sooner or later he'd end up killing you. If any of you honestly believe I could just sit by and let that happen, then you're nuts. I couldn't let anything happen to you. You deserve a good life."

I turned my back on Eddie, shaking so hard I felt as though my limbs were about to slide off. "Thank you," I weep, tightening my grip on myself. Stop trembling, it looks weak. You look weak.

"Y-you're welcome," Eddie responded, startled. "Clem-"

"Please, don't," I warned when I felt his hand on my arm. I shoved it off. "I-I can't do this right now."

"Sweetie-"

"No. No, I'm n-not your sweetie or your baby!" I hissed, taking a few steps towards my bedroom door. I couldn't even look at him. "Give me... give me some time, alone."

"I get why you're upset, but I was just trying to protect you!" he called.

"Yes, I realize."

"Then why are you mad?"

It hurt to admit, "I-I still love him, Eddie. I get that it's sick and I'm sick, but I do. Losing him hollowed me out a lot more than I-I let on, okay? Even if he made my life a-a living hell, I love him."

"And he didn't love you, Clem. I'm sorry, but we both know that. I-I love you just as much as you love me and I'm not afraid to show it," he shot back, smart enough not to come stomping up to me. I held myself tightly, moving even closer to the bedroom door. No matter how much Eddie loved me, it didn't change the facts of what he'd done. "All I wanted was to keep you safe. Please, don't hate me for caring about you."

"You murdered someone. Eddie, you took another person's life and you can't even say you're sorry for it. Kyla was a human being no matter how awful you might have seen him as."

"What do you mean by that? Clem, we both know he was a piece of shit! It's not a matter of perspective! He beat you until you were black and blue! How can you still defend him?"

I shook my head and disappeared into my bedroom without another word to him.