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Criminal 7c/?
Date: 2012-08-19 11:33 pm (UTC)I’m, um, with Pepper now.
What? But… No, I don’t understand what the hell you’re talkin’ about, what about our kid? This fucking kid!
I’m sorry I—… I just…
…You’re such a fucker Herman, I can’t believe it sometimes.
I know.
You know?
Yeah.
What about me? Hm? You think about me? And what about this kid, huh? What am I gonna tell my son—your fucking son—when he asks: ‘Where’s Daddy?’ What about it, Manny, tell me!
…
I… I just can’t do it by myself Manny, please. You just… You gotta stay with me, stay with us. Please, Manny, you gotta do it.
Just… tell him I’m dead.
Can’t you love us? I know you could, Manny, just try for him. I’m—…I’m too scared to do this, I really am. I’m just a kid, Manny, come on!
…
Fine. Fine! You know what? Why don’t you give Pepper a big kiss for me, eh Manny?
“I was too young—I… didn’t realize he’d be my son, not at the time. Pep was pregnant with Freddie too and…” He chokes on his hysteria, nearly suffocates from the panic of it all. Herman is thankful that Kate is no longer coddling him. She just stares at him blankly—unpitying and unjudging, for she must know that she is just as bad as he is.
Or maybe she isn’t.
“Butch is yours.” She states in monotone, unquestioning.
“He’s Ellen’s.” He seethes hotly, grinding the heels of his palms into his streaming eyes, raking fingers through his wild hair and scraping dull nails against his scalp. “Not mine, not if I didn’t love him.”
“You love her, though.”
“Yes.” He gasps, nodding frantically, ripping at his hair. “Sometimes I look at… at him and I see me and her in his eyes and his face and I just hate him so much. He is such a bad kid.”
“He’s hurt you stupid bastard, you fuck up. Butch is a prick because his father couldn’t give a shit about him and his mom with his hands full of proper, sober pussy.” She lashes out so suddenly, so forcefully that Herman chokes on a sob and splutters into silence. A bewildering emotion burns steady in her eyes, wild and dangerous, enough to make him flatten against the wall behind him. “You’re a fucking Grade-A cunt, you know that?”
“Stop it, Kate.” His voice cracks in misery, eyes watching her as she crawls out from under the haven of machinery to pull her jumpsuit up properly. Herman follows her, grabbing at her arm and yanking her back bodily by her shoulder. It hurts her, he can tell by her hiss and wince, but he can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t stop. “You don’t know what it was like for me to do that. I love Pepper, more than anything, and I love Freddie—,”
“And me, and Ellen, and you hate Butch. Got it.” She leers, staring at him unmoving for a moment before slapping him so hard that her nails leave welts along his cheek. Fresh tears burn at the wounds. “Gotta split, Manny. Left the oven on, left the fridge open, forgot to feed my cat—all that.”
Criminal 7d/?
Date: 2012-08-19 11:43 pm (UTC)Late—40 minutes late, that asshat.
She flips her logbook closed, smearing the ink on her latest entry on the Holden family’s air-unit before she tosses the journal onto her bed.
She lets the jukebox continue its singing, if only to distract from the smell of vodka on her breath. He hates it when she drinks, even if he’s no better. Typical.
It isn’t long before she lets him in, his blue eyes cool in their observation of her as he leans casually against the doorframe, his face as feral and handsome as ever with that dirty sneer tugging faintly at his upper lip. He’s got a new scar, just below his lower lip.
She realizes that she hasn’t seen him in a while, not like this.
“Kat.” Butch narrows his eyes, staring down at her through the smoke rings that float up towards him from her rounded lips. “You got ink on you.”
He wipes at it before she can, wetting his thumb with his tongue before jabbing it at her jaw clumsily. Kate whines audibly and lashes out at him—he laughs at her, brushing roughly past her and into her apartment with his usual misguided swagger.
“Doesn’t daddy-dearest hate it when you get ashes on the carpets, Poindexter?” He mocks over his shoulder after flicking at Kate’s grinning face in a picture frame, the nail hitting the glass making a dull ding that sets Kate on end.
“Good thing Daddy lives down the block, eh Butchie?” Kate whispers from behind him, nearly kneeing him in the groin when he refused to acknowledge her presence. The fucking dope. “Why were you late?”
“Huh? Oh, I was finger-blastin’ Christie during movie night.” Right on cue, he lifts his index and middle finger to Kate’s nose. “Gone with the Wind,” He says in explanation, seeing her raised brow. “She got hot.”
“Mm.” Kate nods, eyes narrowed, not bothering to tell Butch that his fingers smelt like anything but pussy. “She your date?”
Butch grins, reaching up his other hand to tuck back an unwashed lock of hair behind Kate’s ear, letting his knuckles skim down a hickey on her neck. He taps at it with his finger. “Only ‘cause I’m not yours.”
“About that…” Kate drawls, smacking Butch’s caress away. “Officer Gomez told me something rather… scandalous. Would you like to hear it?”
Butch’s face falls, humor and flirtation dissipated in place of discomfort. He watches her—studies her, really—for any trace of falsehood. Of course, Butch never could tell with Kat, but he can’t help it; she’s had him on the edge of his seat since they were kids.
Kate’s got that damn look in her eye, like she’s got him cornered and he can’t do a fuckin’ thing about it. He almost regrets asking her for this favor, for use of her charm, to investigate something he never had the guts to.
And now Katie’s licking at her lips, closing the distance between them with a sway of her hips and a purr that sends his thoughts dizzying out of grip.
She looks up at him thoughtfully, deeply—freezing him to the spot with that fuckin’ smile—and a flash of something frightening brightens her eyes with mirth; just as if she had a beautiful, disgusting thought. “Fuck me, first.”
Butch narrows his eyes at the sudden suggestion, staying very still as she intertwines her strong little hand in his affectionately—he can still feel the bite of her nails on the back of his hand, however.
Damn it, she knows him—knows this makes him burn and hate her, makes him love her more with each passing second.
Kate melts in shivers and sighs when he presses his lips to the hickey staining her neck, then laughing callously as he yanks her head back with a handful of her hair before smashing a kiss into her mouth.
Re: Criminal 7d/?
Date: 2012-08-21 11:55 am (UTC)Re: Criminal 7d/?
Date: 2012-08-22 12:54 am (UTC)Re: Criminal 7d/?
Date: 2012-08-23 07:14 am (UTC)I simply love the build-up you created, the character development, Gomez' slow breaking, the LW who's teetering right on the edge between Lolita/Girl and Black Widow/Woman and the pull she has over the guys.
The twist with Butch caught me unawares, and I am dying to read on!
Re: Criminal 7d/?
Date: 2012-08-26 05:34 am (UTC)