Darling 80

-4-

Something inside was burning with hatred, telling me to rip up the note and burn it. But something else wanted me to keep it, he may not have loved me but I love him. I shove the note in a box and hold a picture of Billie and I when we were young, if he didn't love me... if I was such a good fuck how did he stay with me for so many years. With that I fall asleep, the one thing that made me forget. 

~Mike~ 

Before he jumped, he handed me the note and before I could react he was gone. I saw him write the notes, I thought he was song writing and getting out his emotions as some sort of therapy but I was far from right. I also saw him throw some paper in the bin. Maybe a note the boys. I decided I shouldn't invade his privacy and leave it there. 

I stand in the shower, watching the red water go down the drain until it slowly faded to clear again. Not Dexter's blood, my own. That man put up a pretty good fight. Once washing myself, I get out, wrapping my towel around my waist. I walk out the bathroom only to pulled to a strong chest. Tre. I lay my head against his shoulder. "Why did he have to go?" I whisper to Tre, not expecting any sort of answer. I only get a kiss on the temple and "Get some sleep." 

~Tre~ 

I kiss Mikes head, knowing he needed supported. He was closer to Billie, of course I'm upset but Billie and Mike had a special friendship. I take Mike to bed and chuck him some boxers. After he puts them on and lay with him in bed to keep him company, my fingers running through his wet hair as his eyes got droopy. He falls asleep in my arms and after wrapping him in a blanket, I falls sleep myself with the image of Billies body trapped in my mind.