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Mike Pinocchio ([personal profile] forthedog) wrote2014-05-13 05:24 pm
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It's not uncommon for him to come home covered in blood. But this is a lot of blood.

It's not as bad as it might have been. He's cleaned off what he can, washed his hands, and the rain has taken care of some of the rest. He could have gone to the asylum, where he keeps a change of clothing for exactly this reason, but now that the adrenaline has left him completely he's tired and a little drained.

In ways that have nothing to do with the wound on his throat.

Now that sanity has reasserted itself, he's sort of wondering how that's going to be taken.

But there's nothing to do about it. He pulls the bike into the garage and heads in through the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket. The wet clothes are something else he wants to shed.

He's still not sure what tonight even means. He supposes he'll figure it out eventually.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well, I kinda feel like you did, too, so at least we're on the same fuckin' page," I say flatly, tears seeping silently out of my eyes before I can stop them.

"I can't follow you there, Mike. I... I want to. I would, but I can't. Not all the way. I can't leave your kids here alone. Our fuckin' kids," I say firmly, "You gotta stay on this side of the fuckin' line with us, because I don't wanna do this shit alone again."

Please don't make me. Please, God.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Am I insane?" I say, looking at him like he's just said the fucking stupidest shit ever.

"You think I'd let you go someplace without me, if I had a fuckin' choice? We're supposed to be in this shit together. Everything, that was the fuckin' deal, and you're just... You're not letting me, anymore. I'm losing these pieces of you, and yeah, you fuckin' should be scared."

Leaning back against the island counter, I scrub a hand over my face, feeling humiliatingly, pathetically, like I've been betrayed. If he'd fucked someone else, I'm not completely sure it would've felt worse than this. I'm not sure I'd have felt more inadequate and stupid than I do right now, waiting up for him at home with his daughters sleeping upstairs, while he was off doing what he had to do. What he wanted to do.

"Who was it?" I ask quietly, hating myself for the question, but it's out there and I can't take it back. I know it wasn't Spike. Oddly enough, I trust that he wouldn't have let it happen in the first place.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
I turn my face away, struggling suddenly against a wave of nausea, this sick weight in the pit of my stomach.

"I don't know him," I answer flatly, because it's really the only thing I'm entirely certain of. The rest of it, how I feel right now, I can't really make sense of.

"But you don't want me to see. You won't take me to the fuckin' asylum, you won't..." I stop myself, jaw clinching tight, "It's startin' to feel like you've got me boxed up here, bein' the borin' fuckin' Dad, 'cause somebody's gotta be sometimes, while you're... out doin' what feels good."

Arms dropping uselessly to my sides, I say, "You can't protect me from this. If you can't let me see this shit, then you shouldn't be fuckin' doin' it! Sure as hell not with some fuckin' guy I don't even fuckin' know."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"So fuckin' do it. You can't keep shutting me out. And you can't... You can't lose sight of this. This is our fuckin' life, right here, in this house. A house that you fuckin' wanted, by the way, and if this is somethin' you wanna keep, you gotta learn that you can't run around doin' whatever the fuck you want just 'cause it feels good," I say, and honestly, I can hardly fuckin' believe it's coming from me-- this speech that's basically grow the fuck up and take responsibility for your shit.

"It's not gonna work anymore that you're living one life here with me, and another one out there with... whoever the fuck else. I've already been with somebody who wasn't really with me, and I'm not doin' that shit again."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Heaving out a sigh, I follow him to the door, stepping up behind him, my arm sliding across his chest and my chin resting on his shoulder.

"I can't help you until I see what's goin' on," I say. "You're gonna have to let me see."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is that what you need?" I murmur, sliding a hand to the front of his throat, putting just enough pressure for him to feel it.

"You can let me," I insist, squeezing a little harder. "You said you wanted us to have a baby, remember?" I remind him, speaking low in the shell of his ear, "You wanna help Andrea and Spike, you want me to be okay with that? None of that's gonna happen unless you let me see."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I thought I was. You're the one stepped outta fuckin' line," I say, splaying a hand in the middle of his chest and pushing him back against the glass.

"Guess I wasn't doing a good job."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know you mean it. You need a fuckin' handler. You can't be trusted on your own," I say, and there is an edge of lightness to my voice but I'm not fucking playing around.

"You know what the consequences are gonna be. You break a hard limit and I can't have you in this house. That's it. The others, we can talk about."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm gonna go out with you. Not tonight. Friday, when we can get a sitter," I say, my lips twitching with a hint of amusement.

"I wanna see what you do, when I'm not there. All of it. You're gonna take me to the asylum," I say, my hand framing the side of his neck, my thumb tipping his chin up, exposing his throat just a little. The bite marks have mostly stopped bleeding, but there's still a wet clot glistening on his skin, deeper red than the dried rust smears around it.

"You're not gonna do this, anymore. Not unless I say so," I say, rubbing my thumb over the bite, loosening the clot enough that it starts to bleed sluggishly again. "This is mine to give, nobody else's. You got that?"
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I need to see it with someone there. If it's gonna keep going on, I need to."

Like I said, it doesn't work, him shuffling off this part of himself into a dark, secret place that I'm not allowed to get to.

"I wanted to let you have this for yourself, but obviously that isn't gonna work anymore. It's gotta be mine as much as it's yours. If you can't let me in there, it's over. I'll light a match to the place if I have to. Is that somethin' you can agree to?"
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-19 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know," I say, without any uncertainty. I know it has a risk of changing things, of changing me, changing the way I see him, but it's a risk we've both gotta take.

"Don't forget who I am, Mike. Who we are."

The reason we work is because we get each other, and I can't understand something he's never let me see. We've been through so fucking much. Sometimes I think we've been through more than we both realize-- distant, starry fragments of lifetimes we lived miles and miles away from here.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-20 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"You've got me," I promise, my hands framing his face, pulling him in to press our foreheads together.

I stay like that for a moment, letting my eyes fall shut and a little of the tension in me unwind. When I pull back, my hold on him falling away, I say, "Come on, I wanna clean you up."

I take a step away, toward the stairs, but I stop, holding my hand out for him to take.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2014-05-20 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Leading him upstairs to our bedroom, careful not to walk too loudly down the hall, I click the door shut behind us, and then lead him into the bathroom.

The master bathroom, which still seems funny to me for some reason, which is bigger than that first hut Logan and I lived in on the island. Which isn't saying much, since you could barely stand two people in there, but whatever.

"Sitdown," I say, pointing toward the closed toilet, and dropping into a crouch to get the first aid kit from under the sink.

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