Putting holes in happiness

Maury

Leonore >>
(Ginta Lapina)

After what seemed like two years of pondering but in reality was actually half a night of pacing my room, I finally realized what I had to do. I was still very pissed about what I had seen Manson and Evan do. How could he even let me see it? I had no money still, so the logical thing to do was most definitely find some, as I needed it if I would be embarking upon a new life. I gathered up all the jewelry that Manson had gave me, determined to sell it. Then, I looked around my room for anything else of value. Well, what then, could I sell? Well, I had a bunch of Bass and Electric guitars that I didn't use. That and I was a bassplayer anyway. (It was the influence of Twiggy and all that.) I figured I would keep one of my bass guitars and sell the rest. Now, how the Hell was I going to get all this out of here?

Well, I fell asleep at my writing desk, before I could figure that out. The next thing I knew, someone was shaking me awake, repeating my name. I slowly raised my head, noticing that the right side of my cranium felt as if it would explode out of my skull. It was throbbing pretty bad! I found myself staring at Manson. I quickly tried to change my facial expression from bewildered confusion to anger and hatred, but that didn't work out so well, as my face had always been a mirror of my exact emotions. It just came out looking like I felt: Hurt, confused, and weary of the future. He was frowning as well.

"You're the last person I want to talk to," I spat bitterly.

"You don't really mean that, do you," he asked, his forehead wrinkling.

"I do," I said, truthfully, "you have with only 6 minutes of film completely ruined my life."

"I do not think that your life is ruined," he replied, "but with that being said, I would like to apologize for what I did, and take back what I said the evening before about us breaking up. She is never going to replace you. Ever. You are A Thousandfold better than her."

I was shocked; for, I was expecting him to come up and ask me if I needed help moving my things or whatever. I could hardly think of words, let alone speak, "I-I. . .am surprised."

"Were you expecting me to do something else?"

"I was expecting you to follow through with what you had said to me last night," I explained, "but what are you going to do about the film?"

"Destroy it," he replied, "naturally."

We went out for breakfast to some diner on the edge of Los Angeles, where Twiggy met us. Breakfast that morning was quiet and pleasant. . .until she barged in. I heard her heels clicking on the linoleum tiles and just knew that it was her, although I could not explain why, for I had my back to the entrance and could not see.

"Hello, Manson! Mimi told me that you had gone to breakfast at Zep's favorite diner," Evan exclaimed. At this, Manson dropped his fork, mid bite, and nearly spit his food out on the table as well.

"Oh, did she? Hmm," he replied, mouth full.

"Why did you come, again," Twiggy asked, mouth also full. Then, he pushed play on his cassette player and the sound of a teen girl screaming, "Manson! I'm your biggest fan! Rape me! I want to have your baby!" in hysterics played. I had a silent chuckle at that. It was quite accurate.

"To see you guys!"

"Ugh?" Manson exclaimed, mouth still full.

"Please swallow," I instructed him, and he did so.

"Thanks for the reminder, Leonore," he replied, mouth no longer full, "I was so surprised that I forgot I still had food in my mouth."

At that, Twiggy and I had a laugh, as did Evan, until we all stopped laughing and glared at her, as she was still laughing.

"So, do you have anything important to tell me," Manson asked her, "or are you just passing by to say hello?"

"Just saying, hi, I guess," she replied, smiling, "do you mind if I join you?" Without waiting for a reply, she went to scoot in next to Manson. Twiggy and I exchanged bewildered looks, and Manson only glared at her.

"What I have to say to you, you do not want me to say in public," he finally said after a moment of silence.

"Excuse me," she laughed, "come now. You can tell me anything anywhere. What is it?"

"I warned you," he continued.

"He's warning you," Twiggy echoed, then he pushed play again and the Argentinian National anthem began to play.

"Random much," I laughed.

"I forgot I had that on there," he laughed, and then quickly pushed stop, "annoying song it is!"

"Not at all suited for the mood," I blurted.

"What is that supposed to mean," Evan demanded of me, rather nastily, "I'd also really like to know why you are still around!"

"I have the same question of you as well," I replied coolly.

"Well, it will have to wait," she exclaimed, mood changing, "Manson has something important to tell me!"

"We're over," he stated, emotionless.

"Wh-aaat?"

"You heard him," Twiggy exclaimed, pushing the play button again. A clip from Maury saying, "You're not the father! You're not the Father! You...are the father!" and then an eruption of applause, and 'oh no he didn't's!" as the Maury audience went crazy from that information played for us.

"Okay, so we're getting closer," I laughed.

"Now Manson just needs to have a kid," Twiggy laughed. Meanwhile, Evan hadn't said anything or moved at all.

"I suggest leaving," Manson said, rather polite for himself. And she did.

And the next day we were in for a very ugly surprise.