My Rebel Angel (Editing)

Without You, I'm Nothing

"Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide
I'll take it by your side
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide
I'll take it by your side
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies
I'll take it by your side
Over saturation curls the skin and tans the hide
I'll take it by your side"

Don knocked gently and rhythmically at Mallory's door. He has been there for three hours, tops.

"Mal... Please open the door," He begged, leaning his head at the wall. "I just want to tell you something important."

He lifted his head as he heard a bunch of locks being opened. Rose's face peered through the door with a serious expression. "What do you want? I just told you to leave my best friend alone."

"Rose, I just want to talk to Mallory. I need to explain myself."

Rose squinted at him.

"I'm honestly begging. Do you guys want me to kneel?"

"Don't make a scene, Don."

"I will if that is the onl Rose. You know I can be shameless."

Rose shook her head at him, "Don. You won't dare embarrass us all."

"Mallory!" Don yelled, attracting the attention of the neighbors. "Forgive me!"

"Oh my God, Don... Fine! I'll call him!"

Rose sighed from disbelief and texted her friend on the phone. A few seconds later, she opened the door wide enough for him to enter.

"He said he'll meet you at the bathroom-"

"What?" Don coughed as he asked.

"We were having a photography session on the bathtub for the new album." she said as she held up the camera in her neck, "I better leave. He's drunk."

Don entered and bursted into the bathroom door and attempted to apologize. "Mallory, about those people---"

His, train of thought came into a standstill was greeted by the sight of Mallory - glaring coldly at Don's soul while half-soaked at the foamy bathtub.

"Hey there, Casanova." he said as he took a huff on his cigarette.

Don sighed heavily from the nickname. "Why are you wearing a cowboy hat?" He questioned.

"Didn't Rose told you? We were having a photoshoot."

"Oh, that. Look, Mal-"

"Was it true that you have many chicks?"

"..Well, yes." Don forced out like he was swallowing a very bitter pill.

Mallory shuffled a bit from his position and crossed his arms. "So, does that means I'm just one of your side-bitches?"

"No!" Don quickly answered. "You're not!"

Mallory leaned his head skeptically. "Oh really?"

"Listen to me, please."

Mallory stood up and wore his bathrobe in a very angry manner. "Listen? Listen to what? Your stupid lies?"

"No, I promised you I'm being truthful." Don blocked Mallory on his way to the exit, "...you're not really leaving with only a bathrobe on, aren't you?"

"Leave me alone," Mallory sobbed as he sat down on his sofa. "Why do you even come here?"

"I love you, Mal," Don emphasized.

"Why? I'm just a man pretending to be pretty. What do you even see in me?"

"You are beautiful, Mal."

Mallory threw a vase to Don's head. It broke into many pieces, making Don's forehead bled. He could have dodged but he let Mallory hit him.

Mallory continued to shout, "Is that a sick twisted joke, huh?"

"Why would you even think of that?" Don asked, trying not to shout back.

"Do you want a fucking list?" Mallory scoffed, "You had beautiful wives in your old pictures. Why all of a sudden love a crossdresser?"

Don wiped off the blood dripping on his forehead quickly and answered, "...I just do love you. I truly adore you."

"Why not love another woman instead?" 

"I asked myself that before, Mal."

Mallory paused and became utterly confused. Don winced at the memories that came back to haunt him.

"That's why I'm here. To tell you I loved a person almost just like you, Mal."

"...What did you do to that person?"