Listen to "Feels Like Forever"- Of Mice & Men
Chapter 17, I'm An Asshole, Not A Serial Killer
The hospital was a whirlwind of whispers, as gossip spread like wildfire. Preston rolled over, pretending to be sleeping as two nurses spoke nearby.
"Yeah, it was in a local school, they've been avoiding the news all day."
"Who was it?"
"Some teacher, his last name was Lasky or something."
This perked Preston's interest, as he sat up- Making the nurse speaking jump in surprise. He spoke up,
"Would it possibly be a Robert Latsky?"
"I believe so..."
"Well...can I see him?"
Both gave him a confused look, cautious as if the man was an untamed animal.
"Old friend." He said simply, leaning back.
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"Honestly, it's a childish way to deal with things."
The entire room felt tense. Rob sat on the hospital bed, arms crossed, as he replied to his boss.
"Honestly," Rob started, mocking the man in front of him, "You have no right to control my lifestyle, nor do you have the right to criticize it."
"They are children Mr. Latsky! You can't be exposing them to this!"
"Exposing? Hell, they probably know it better than me." With that said, he turned to the very-obviously uncomfortable doctor. "I don't want any visitors. None. I want him out of this room immediately."
He scoffed, leaving the room- clearly angered by Rob.
Childish
The words formed in his mind as he lay back. Perhaps what hurt the most was the fact that just months ago, such a word wouldn't affect him at all. It was their goal- Never grow up. The world didn't seem to stop for such a vow, and Rob had followed it. His head snapped up to the voice of the doctor.
"Mr. Latsky isn't accepting visitors right now."
He stood behind the door, talking to someone just out of view. He heard a female voice,
"Sir, you can't just leave."
"And just about how many fucks do you think I give?" Responded a painfully familiar voice. Rob racked his mind, trying to match the voice to a face, as he heard shoes squeak on the polished floor, and saw the doctor lunge to hold the person back.
"Jeez, calm down I'm not a fucking serial killer!"
"Si-" The woman started, only to be swiftly cut off.
"No, no, I believe you're mistaken. I'm an asshole, not a serial killer.
The door swung open and I saw him, hair scattered atop his head, his dark eyes focused. He pushed past the doctor, despite the protests.
"Robbie, what did you get yourself into this time?" He mumbled, knealing next to the bed.
"I could ask the same thing." Rob spoke up, sitting up to receive a signature hug.
"Preston?"
"Hm?"
"Please...never leave again."
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"Go away."
"Oh come on, Mat."
"Go away."
"Just give me a sec-"
Mat spun around, face-to-face with Mitch.
"Screw off, or I swear to god, I'll call the police."
"You have no reason to-"
"You're harassing me. Now go away."
"Please just hear me out..." Mith managed to finish.
"What? What could you possibly have to say for yourself?"
"Well I mean...Mat, I think I have... feelings for you." Mitch mumbled, each word sounding like a question.
Mat stood there, dead silent before speaking up.
"Don't you fucking talk to me ever again," his voice startlingly quiet, "In fact, I don't want to ever see your goddamned face ever again. I don't fucking care if you go to the funeral, but you better stay the fuck away from me!" He turned around to leave.
"Ma-"
"No. I'm over it Mitch. I'm completely over it."
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The fourth wall is strong as ever. Tehe.
I was in NYC for the first time...ever, and it kinda sucked. *Sorry* but I prefer grass over cement. I'm going to release the prologue to a new ff, everything is explained there, but it's Mindcrack (A Setho fic). If this is really short, then it's because I'm on my phone and I don't know how to judge if it's long enough. (I'll add mote if it's short) Now I've got so much homework I'm going to start puking up pencil lead. Of course I'll probably end up procra
(Eh, I'll finish that sentence later.)
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