Monsters
Jan 15, 2020 11:20:41 GMT -5
Post by sasso on Jan 15, 2020 11:20:41 GMT -5
Late December 2019
The cliff notes version ....
1.15.20
Conor stood there for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes darted back and forth from the
phone clutched in his left hand to the doorway, before he finally gave a loud rap on the door with
his free hand, “What was that just now?”
“Leave me alone I’m in the bathroom you weirdo,” the voice called back from inside.
Blackburn’s eye twitched, “You’ve been shut in there for hours now, and it’s my bathroom.”
“Not really, the goat lady owns the building, you just live here.”
“It’s still my--” He stops and collects himself, “That’s besides the point, you’re changing the
subject. How am I supposed to react when someone on my property tweets, ‘Gah! I hate you!
You did this to me! Get this thing out of me!’ please tell me that.”
A long silence followed, “What do you think it means, why do you think I haven’t come
out of here this whole time? Did you even think to ask why, or connect the dots?”
His complexion turned ashen, “... You sure about that?”
Clomping footsteps and then the door swung open, a distraught Piper shoving something in his
face, “Yeah, pretty sure!” Oh, it was one of those home tests-- oh.
Blinking several times, he muttered with little of his trademark confidence, “You’re positive it’s
mine?” A question which set off quite the reaction from the blonde, who was already a veritable
powder keg.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Much like her counterpart, any of Piper’s normal
veneer she carried with her had been stripped away, “I think I can remember how many
guys I fucked.”
“So you’re having my kid-- you, you’re having my kid-- and your first reaction is to tweet
about it?” After that attempt to divert the blame back the other way, he shook his head and
mumbled, “You’re such a dumb kid.”
“And you’re a creepy old man, but you don’t see me judging you for it.”
“Not old, and yes you do.” He reflexively shot back.
“Excuse me though for not reacting calmly. For not following proper channels when finding
out I’ve got some gross little monster in me, and I get to put my whole life on hold now.”
Conor followed with perhaps the most sheepish utterance of his life, “I mean, you don’t have to.”
This time Lennon’s face turned to stone, “... what.”
“I mean, if you don’t want to have it just … don’t.”
The cavalcade of confused emotions came rushing back through her, “You want to kill your baby? You want to kill your baby? What the FUCK is wrong with you?”
Trying to ignore her failed attempts to slap him in the face with the pregnancy test, he attempted to explain himself, “No, I don’t want to do anything, trust me this is the last conversation I want to be having. I’m just saying, you know, if you don’t want a kid and we barely know each other--” His voice begins trailing off, before he finally snatches the test out of her hand, transfixing his gaze.
Whatever follow up thought he had in mind never ending up coming, so she kept barreling forward, a runaway train of emotions, “Don’t even bullshit me like that, you both know that neither of us are the type of person who doesn’t know someone even if we’re meeting for the first time,” Pacing in a circle, she turned on her heels, her voice cracking, “And it doesn’t really matter what I want now. You’re the one who put this in me, I’m not letting them stick some Oreck up my cooch and vacuum a nasty little fetus out so you can get let off the hook for not being able to keep it in your pants-- we’re both stuck with this problem, and … and we’re just gonna have to learn to deal with it.” After noticing that he was staring at her again, this time with a much more baffled expression, to which she flung her arms out, “I don’t know! I don’t know how one of those actually works! It’s not like I planned on this being something I’d ever have to think about, these are poor people problems!”
It was hard to describe the exact expression on Conor’s face, beyond that it was one of someone who despite being a grown man was not used to his actions actually having consequences. He was just as much of a ‘dumb kid’ right now as the 21 year old. One possibility would have been to deny it and lash out, but instead he walked towards the sink that a despondent Piper was leaned over. He cradled her head against his body, “We’ll figure this out,” Those words hung in the air, a sense of certainty returning to his voice when he followed up, “This hurts now, but it doesn’t have to. Someone, anyone else, can feel that hurt instead-- anyone we want to.”
Fin
The cliff notes version ....
1.15.20
Conor stood there for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes darted back and forth from the
phone clutched in his left hand to the doorway, before he finally gave a loud rap on the door with
his free hand, “What was that just now?”
“Leave me alone I’m in the bathroom you weirdo,” the voice called back from inside.
Blackburn’s eye twitched, “You’ve been shut in there for hours now, and it’s my bathroom.”
“Not really, the goat lady owns the building, you just live here.”
“It’s still my--” He stops and collects himself, “That’s besides the point, you’re changing the
subject. How am I supposed to react when someone on my property tweets, ‘Gah! I hate you!
You did this to me! Get this thing out of me!’ please tell me that.”
A long silence followed, “What do you think it means, why do you think I haven’t come
out of here this whole time? Did you even think to ask why, or connect the dots?”
His complexion turned ashen, “... You sure about that?”
Clomping footsteps and then the door swung open, a distraught Piper shoving something in his
face, “Yeah, pretty sure!” Oh, it was one of those home tests-- oh.
Blinking several times, he muttered with little of his trademark confidence, “You’re positive it’s
mine?” A question which set off quite the reaction from the blonde, who was already a veritable
powder keg.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Much like her counterpart, any of Piper’s normal
veneer she carried with her had been stripped away, “I think I can remember how many
guys I fucked.”
“So you’re having my kid-- you, you’re having my kid-- and your first reaction is to tweet
about it?” After that attempt to divert the blame back the other way, he shook his head and
mumbled, “You’re such a dumb kid.”
“And you’re a creepy old man, but you don’t see me judging you for it.”
“Not old, and yes you do.” He reflexively shot back.
“Excuse me though for not reacting calmly. For not following proper channels when finding
out I’ve got some gross little monster in me, and I get to put my whole life on hold now.”
Conor followed with perhaps the most sheepish utterance of his life, “I mean, you don’t have to.”
This time Lennon’s face turned to stone, “... what.”
“I mean, if you don’t want to have it just … don’t.”
The cavalcade of confused emotions came rushing back through her, “You want to kill your baby? You want to kill your baby? What the FUCK is wrong with you?”
Trying to ignore her failed attempts to slap him in the face with the pregnancy test, he attempted to explain himself, “No, I don’t want to do anything, trust me this is the last conversation I want to be having. I’m just saying, you know, if you don’t want a kid and we barely know each other--” His voice begins trailing off, before he finally snatches the test out of her hand, transfixing his gaze.
Whatever follow up thought he had in mind never ending up coming, so she kept barreling forward, a runaway train of emotions, “Don’t even bullshit me like that, you both know that neither of us are the type of person who doesn’t know someone even if we’re meeting for the first time,” Pacing in a circle, she turned on her heels, her voice cracking, “And it doesn’t really matter what I want now. You’re the one who put this in me, I’m not letting them stick some Oreck up my cooch and vacuum a nasty little fetus out so you can get let off the hook for not being able to keep it in your pants-- we’re both stuck with this problem, and … and we’re just gonna have to learn to deal with it.” After noticing that he was staring at her again, this time with a much more baffled expression, to which she flung her arms out, “I don’t know! I don’t know how one of those actually works! It’s not like I planned on this being something I’d ever have to think about, these are poor people problems!”
It was hard to describe the exact expression on Conor’s face, beyond that it was one of someone who despite being a grown man was not used to his actions actually having consequences. He was just as much of a ‘dumb kid’ right now as the 21 year old. One possibility would have been to deny it and lash out, but instead he walked towards the sink that a despondent Piper was leaned over. He cradled her head against his body, “We’ll figure this out,” Those words hung in the air, a sense of certainty returning to his voice when he followed up, “This hurts now, but it doesn’t have to. Someone, anyone else, can feel that hurt instead-- anyone we want to.”
Fin