The Spider and the Fly ✔

||The Final Warning Part Two||

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Being in that massive party hall made Blizzy feel so small. All these people of wealth and fame and talent were all gathered in this one room. They were so outrageous and incredible. Everyone wanted to be them. Everyone was jealous of them.

 And then there was Blizzy. She didn't have anything to show for it. Nothing about her was impressive. The only reason why she was in there, was because she shagged Mick Jagger. 

Why should she even be there? She didn't belong.

 Instead of socializing, Blizzy ended up snatching both the baby bag and David, and walked over towards the uninhabited corner of the room. She set the blanket down on the floor and placed David on top of it. He immediately rolled over onto his back, joyfully. 

"Aww." Blizzy smiled at her small son as cheerfully as she could and reached into the baby bag. When her hand finally found what it had been seeking, she pulled out a plush dragon (Named Mr. Dragon) and a wooden spoon. For some reason, David loved kitchen utensils, and loved holding them, admiring them, and sticking them into his mouth. When David came into contact with the spoon, he grabbed at it and took it into his tiny mouth, and started chewing on it. Blizzy just simply chuckled at this and kept a watchful eye on David, and everyone else. 

She didn't see Mick anywhere in that room, and assumed that he was off shagging some pretty popstar somewhere upstairs. Oh well. Not like he really loved her anyway. 

After a short while, the slow and melodic Christmas songs, the late time, and Blizzy being a terrible mother really got to her. Soon, Blizzy fell asleep. However, before anything bad could happen, she got woken up a few minutes later when some kind stranger tapped her on the shoulder, prodding her awake. 

"JAGGER! I'm not... I'm not-" Blizzy slurred garbled language as she awoke, clearing up her vision and her conscious mind. 

"No, no! That's not my name! It's much more disappointing than that!" When Blizzy's vision finally cleared, she saw a figure of a young man standing in front of her. He looked to be about 19 or so, but was still a couple inches taller than her. He had soft and slightly shaggy light brown hair, brilliant blue eyes (not enough to rival Frank Sinatra), and the most dazzling smile Blizzy had ever seen. He wore a creamy white turtleneck, a dark grey peacoat, and matching dark grey pants. He was absolutely adorable. 

"Huh?" The young man looked awefully familiar to Blizzy, but she couldn't quite place a finger on it yet. "Remind me of who you are." Blizzy squinted her eyes and looked the young man over once again. 

 "Peter," He said. "Peter Noone." 

 "Wait a second! You're that Herman guy!" Blizzy gasped and exclaimed. 

"I am I am!" Peter said without missing a beat. 

"Well, I'm Blizzy!"

"Nice to meet you, love!" Peter gave Blizzy a heartwarming smiling before going on to say, "Anyway, I came over here to tell you that your son barfed all over the blanket." 

Blizzy stayed silent, and slowly looked down at the disgusting mess that was the blanket. "Oh come on... Why did I not smell it before?!" 

Blizzy groaned and began taking everything off the blanket, David included. But for some reason, David wasn't covered in barf. Weird. Usually babies were more messy than this. 

"Do you know where the bathrooms are at?" Blizzy asked Peter. 

Peter's smiled faded away, and turned into one of sympathy. "Sorry about that... But yes I do know where they're at!" He then pointed to two doors nearby. "Those are where the bathrooms are!" 

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Blizzy thanked Peter before taking David and the disgusting blanket, making sure she didn't slather barf everywhere. 

Peter noticed Blizzy's struggles and offered to help her. He said that he could keep watch over David while Blizzy went off to wash off the blanket as best as she possibly could. Sure, it was a bit strange that a mother was leaving her child behind to a random stranger, but Blizzy needed all the help she could possibly get! 

During the 10 or so minutes that Blizzy was gone, Peter noticed that David was reaching out a chubby hand towards a raggedy purple dragon plush. He tried leaping out of Peter's arms to get it, but failed. This failure caused him to cry, but not too loudly. 

"Aaah!" Peter's eyes widened in fear. "Please don't cry, please don't cry!" Putting two and two together, Peter set David on the ground next to the purple dragon plush. David immediately picked it up and bit it's horn. He may have been on the floor, but at least he was happy! 

For the remainder of the time, Peter watched over little David like a hawk. Now, Peter was one of the oldest in his family, and he had several younger siblings he had to help take care of as they grew up, so Peter was pretty used to handling young children. Watching David gave Peter a joyful little spark in his soul, reminding him of the happiness he once felt. 

Meanwhile, Mick was swigging down a drink or two when he noticed that Blizzy was gone, and in place of him was a young popstar. This made Mick's blood boil. He stomped on over to poor Peter and glared at him. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SON!?" Mick demanded an answer from Peter. Peter shrunk back far, as if he were actually turning into a hermit!

"N-Nothing, sir!" Peter stuttered his words and carefully handed his son back to him. "I was just watching him for Blizzy... That's all!" 

"Yeah. RIGHT." Mick's fat lips curled into a snarl. "Pedophile."

"Wait, what!?" Peter said, alarmed. "No, no, no! Your poor wife-"

"Girlfriend." Mick corrected. 

"Yes, GIRLFRIEND looked like she needed help! So I came to help, which involved me watching your son! Didn't want him to be randomly crawling around all over the place!" 

"I would much rather prefer that than a pedophile taking care of my kid." Mick said darkly before turning away. 

Peter felt his heart break. He was just trying to do the right thing for the unfortunate kid. With a father like that, Peter almost wished that he could take him away from Mick's terrible clutches. But that would never happen. 

Blizzy came back from the bathroom, and hollered over at Peter, "Where did David go!?" And he told her the full truth. Blizzy shook her head and made an attempt to find where her unfaithful boyfriend went. But he was gone, lost in the crowd. 

"Mick!? Oh, MICK!?" Blizzy cried out, but her words were snuffed out and lost to the noise of crowded hall.

Mick was glaring at his small son, both loathing and loving him at the same time. The precious pile of cells he held in his arms was part of him... It was alive, it was breathing, it was well. It deserved love, but Mick really couldn't give the baby any love. It was a big mistake after all. 

It wasn't David's fault that he was born to two terrible parents, much less was it fair. 

But Mick didn't really care. 

He just walked along to find some cute birds to shag for the night. And when he did, he swaddled up David in his blazer and hoped for the best. 

"Oh how I wish you were never born..." Mick whispered to David as he set him down on the floor, voice full of hatred and venom. And then he simply walked away like the kid never even existed. 

"Now that I got that drag taken care of... Ladies? Shall we shag?" Mick grinned at the birds he managed to snag for the night, and then went to town on them, completely ignoring his son's cries for food and attention.