the fairy | john bender ✅

twenty nine

"I never did it either," Allison admits, "I'm not a nymphomaniac or into necrophilia. I'm a compulsive liar."

"You are such a bitch!" Claire screams. "You did that on purpose just to fuck me over!"

"I would do it though. If you love someone it's okay."

"I can't believe you. You don't say anything all day and then when you open your mouth, you unload all these tremendous lies on me!"

"You're just pissed off because she got you to admit something you didn't want to admit to, " Andrew states.

"Okay, fine, but that doesn't make it any less bizarre."

"What's bizarre?" he wonders. "I mean we're all pretty bizarre! Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."

"How are you bizarre?" Claire asks.

He opens his mouth before closing, not finding the answer. However, Allison speaks on his behalf. "He can't think for himself."

"She's right. Do you guys know what, uh, what I did to get in here? I taped Larry Lester's buns together."

"That was you?" Julian questions. His eyes grow wide as face grows a bit pale.

"You know him?"

"Yeah..." He had gone over to Larry's house after the incident, finding a wet towel covering his bottom. He had to lay on his stomach thanks to his much pain there was when he placed any pressure on the wound.

"Well, then you know how hairy he is, right? Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of his hair came off and some, some skin too." Jc covers his eyes with his hands, hoping it'll block at the image forming his head.

"And the bizarre thing is, is that I did it for my old man..." When those words leave his mouth, Julian gradually hours everything out, his vision becoming blurry from the few tears forming.

His dad. When was the last time he acted like a real parent? It seems like the only reason Julian was created was so he could have grandchildren. And since he really can't without a girl, what's the point of living still? Who would want a psychologically traumatized male? No one, that's the answer he's given.

"You know, sometimes, I wish my knee would give...and I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all about me," Andrew lets out, tears in his eyes.

"I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling," Bender states, forcing a dry chuckle from Andrew's lips.