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This scene is earlier in the time line, well before he met Walker - four years ago or so. Jenna is his oldest friend, and they share a house.
***** ***** *****
The lock was moving, and he had to bite his lip. That helped. Lips and hands and oh – there we go. Leaning on the door was kinda oops though.
Gotta be quiet. Shhhhh. Only that was out loud. Oops again. Don’t want to wake Jenna, so softly softly quiet as micey. Micies in boots. No clogs on – a little mouse with clogs on. Only take them off ‘cos too loud. Oh. Oh that doesn’t feel good. Maybe not then. Sofa. That’d do – sofa and sitting an taking of boots all as quiet as micies in the dark. Nice dark. Home dark. Not like bastard and his bright lights and his stupid shoes and ohh – there’s the sofa. Good knees. Soft and good and the room’s not moving if you can’t see it, so just sit here. Sleep here. Boots. Boots on the sofa – that’s bad. Boots off. That’s right – boots off and up the stairs. See – not stupid – bastard. Bastard’s wrong, right? Oww. Bright.
“Luke?”
shit – I was quiet – wasn’t I quiet Jen? – shit – sorry. Ohh – sofa just moved – knocked the room of again. Sorry Jen – being quiet. Quiet as mousies. heee
“Luke, beautiful – you ok?”
“’m not.”
“You’re not ok?”
“Not beautiful – ‘m stupid and ‘m fat and ‘m ugly – bastard said – bastard… Good word. Feels good to say. Bastard. Good and round in mouth. Not like his prick. Bastard.”
“OK. Luke? Luke hon – look at me?”
Ohh – moving – that’s kind of not the good thing. Hands good though – mmmm warm and here, and Jen – love you Jen – ‘s good. Feels good – just there.
“Hey – none of that – Luke! Luke – look at me.”
hands tight on my wrists ‘cos she want’s me. Jen want’s me. Not like bastard bastard whatshisface bastard.
“Shit boy, how much did you drink?”
hee – drinking and stealing – bastard – look Jen – ‘s in my pocket. Look. Fucking stuck though – bastard bottle. It is too – bastard’s bottle only it’s mine now ‘cos he’s a bastard. Haa – there – got it – see – got something back from him.
“Bastard!”
“Give me that hon. Shit – Luke that’s a whole bottle of brandy – you drank all of this?”
“’s mine now – stoled it – bastard – threw me out and bastard – so s’ mine now ”
“Yeah – and almost all gone. Hang on hon – I’ll be right back.”
Where’d she go? Just sit tight, and ohh – patterns in my eyes. That’s bad, right? Or is it good? Can’t remember. Ner’mind. Pretty.
“Luke? Hon – here – drink this.”
Eww – water – go ‘way. Don’t want water.
“Go ‘way.”
“Nope, not going anywhere – drink, or you are going to feel so miserable tomorrow.”
“Don’ care”
“Well, I care – drink.”
***** ***** *****
The lock was moving, and he had to bite his lip. That helped. Lips and hands and oh – there we go. Leaning on the door was kinda oops though.
Gotta be quiet. Shhhhh. Only that was out loud. Oops again. Don’t want to wake Jenna, so softly softly quiet as micey. Micies in boots. No clogs on – a little mouse with clogs on. Only take them off ‘cos too loud. Oh. Oh that doesn’t feel good. Maybe not then. Sofa. That’d do – sofa and sitting an taking of boots all as quiet as micies in the dark. Nice dark. Home dark. Not like bastard and his bright lights and his stupid shoes and ohh – there’s the sofa. Good knees. Soft and good and the room’s not moving if you can’t see it, so just sit here. Sleep here. Boots. Boots on the sofa – that’s bad. Boots off. That’s right – boots off and up the stairs. See – not stupid – bastard. Bastard’s wrong, right? Oww. Bright.
“Luke?”
shit – I was quiet – wasn’t I quiet Jen? – shit – sorry. Ohh – sofa just moved – knocked the room of again. Sorry Jen – being quiet. Quiet as mousies. heee
“Luke, beautiful – you ok?”
“’m not.”
“You’re not ok?”
“Not beautiful – ‘m stupid and ‘m fat and ‘m ugly – bastard said – bastard… Good word. Feels good to say. Bastard. Good and round in mouth. Not like his prick. Bastard.”
“OK. Luke? Luke hon – look at me?”
Ohh – moving – that’s kind of not the good thing. Hands good though – mmmm warm and here, and Jen – love you Jen – ‘s good. Feels good – just there.
“Hey – none of that – Luke! Luke – look at me.”
hands tight on my wrists ‘cos she want’s me. Jen want’s me. Not like bastard bastard whatshisface bastard.
“Shit boy, how much did you drink?”
hee – drinking and stealing – bastard – look Jen – ‘s in my pocket. Look. Fucking stuck though – bastard bottle. It is too – bastard’s bottle only it’s mine now ‘cos he’s a bastard. Haa – there – got it – see – got something back from him.
“Bastard!”
“Give me that hon. Shit – Luke that’s a whole bottle of brandy – you drank all of this?”
“’s mine now – stoled it – bastard – threw me out and bastard – so s’ mine now ”
“Yeah – and almost all gone. Hang on hon – I’ll be right back.”
Where’d she go? Just sit tight, and ohh – patterns in my eyes. That’s bad, right? Or is it good? Can’t remember. Ner’mind. Pretty.
“Luke? Hon – here – drink this.”
Eww – water – go ‘way. Don’t want water.
“Go ‘way.”
“Nope, not going anywhere – drink, or you are going to feel so miserable tomorrow.”
“Don’ care”
“Well, I care – drink.”