The Dead Waltz

I know your tainted flesh.

[fleurcaldwell]

Necessary Evil

[lorenzo-murrilo]

“I didn’t have breakfast today, sue me.” His brother didn’t come home the night before. Which was completely irresponsible because hell, he was taking care of them. But apparently he had a super late shift, so Lorenzo had to get his sisters ready for school and drop them off at the bus stop. Poor kid didn’t have time for a piece of toast. So he just dragged his ass to school and didn’t pay any attention to anything else. He could hardly concentrate, let alone do any work. So playing hooky wasn’t that bad. “I’m starving and McDonald’s is cheap as fuck. Let me live, bitch.” And right after that, he pulled into the drive through. Ordered two fries, a burger, some chicken nuggets, and two happy meals for his sisters. He tosses the bag full of fries at her. Yes he thought about her and ordered one, he’s fucking nice. “I didn’t want you eating my fries.”  And if she really wasn’t hungry and doesn’t eat them, he knows he will. The chicken nuggets? They’re for her. But he won’t directly tell her that. “And if you’re still hungry, then you can have the chicken nuggets.” Yeah, he cares. It scares him that he does care. But here he is…caring. Sometimes if he thinks about her too much, his heart gets this weird clenching thing. He wants her all the time, and shit if that doesn’t make him feel like something is wrong with him then he doesn’t know what else does. 

Before he knows it, he’s driving off to his place. The small shithole they call a house they’re barely holding on to. Ever since his mom has been doing God knows what and his brother is out doing whatever, they barely have enough to pay for utilities and things. But his job at the auto-shop does enough and whatever his brother brings home gets the job done, so he guesses that they’re pretty lucky. “I have work after my sisters come home.” He knows she’s gonna kill him for this. “They’re really sweet kids, and I don’t have enough for the babysitter. I have to help pay the bills, you know?” And he’s not lying, his sisters love the fuck out of Fleur, One time they walked in when she just stayed over because it was too late for either of them to leave (and they didn’t want to anyway). The two of them had a good time asking her questions and trying to braid her hair. It was adorable, and the two of them never really had a female figure to look up to. Fleur wasn’t exactly the person he wanted his sister’s modeling themselves after, but hell, she was better than their mom and thats all that mattered.

It takes them a few minutes to get to his house. He parks in the garage and gets out, not even bothering to open the door for her. “Welcome back to my shitty abode.” Lorenzo says, this time he actually opens the door for her, waiting for her to come inside. “Eat food only in the kitchen, we don’t want ants or roaches and shit.” He shrugged. “Condoms and lube are in my room. Whenever you want to fuck I’m down.” Lorenzo sat at the kitchen table and began eating his fries. “Sit your ass down, be normal for a while. Eat food, chill. Do something instead of whoring yourself out.”

[fleurcaldwell]

"Maybe I will." She announces, as her gaze falls towards the window. Sometimes she catches her self slipping, saying something she normally wouldn't. Saying something that made it sound like she cared or felt anything relatively close; other then a good fuck. And Fleur didn't like it. Not one bit. She prayed that he wouldn't have heard, or thought nothing of it but apart of her knows he heard loud and clear and there was something there in between the lines that neither of them bothered to share. But it was crazy, wasn't it? she shouldn't feel  anything but it's like her stupid body and mind betray her. Every time she gets into an argument with her step-mom who does she run to? Lorenzo. A fight with her dad, when she feels shitty, when her moms busy drowning herself in pills and it's just Fleur and that little church pew she goes running to him. Every damn time. It's not like she want's to but his name just pops into her head, this ache in her chest and she knows if she nags him or calls eventually she'll forget why she was upset in the first place.  Because she knows he'll come. And it scares her, she doesn't want another let down and she doesn't need another person to care about. How does one even let their self get into such a situation. Downright mortifying. "If McDonald's helps you sleep at night then go for it sweetheart." She piped up, tapping her foot.

"I don't want your fries." She exclaimed, though once she heard chicken nuggets a knowing smile curled along her lips.  "Did the nuggets come with the plumb dipping sauce?" She said, sounding way to exuberant like a kid on Christmas. She shuffled through the bag and grabbed the dipping sauce with a content smile as she began to have some.  Mouth full, Fleur looked at him "God bless plumb sauce, best invention." She nodded, chewing feeling perfectly content now. Fleur could live off chicken nuggets for the rest of her life if it was an option. Clearly it was apparent. Fleur wasn't exactly the greatest person, but she wasn't the worst either. She did good in school and got top notch grades, worked at the diner and made a good pay. She's been working there since she was 16. She had this plan, even then, that she'd make enough money to move out of this shitty town and go somewhere nice and ger her own place. Maybe even a garden, and who knows maybe one day she might get married and have her own kids. Fleur would even be one of the greatest Psychologists in an F.B.I unit, who the hell knew. They were big plans, but there were hers, and she needed it. She could graduate early and leave, just leave. Her parents would be out of sight, but then there was the bad parts, inevitable to escape from. There was the drugs, and the parties and the cigarettes which she stuck to more. And the fucked up mother, and psychotic step mom and maybe even a little manipulation here and there. But that was Fleur, no go backs now.

Fleur froze at his last comment, stopping midway before her next bite. "Your working late tonight, again?" she said, dropping the nugget into the box as she knew what was coming next. Stupid fucking guilt trip, and Fleur was always stupid enough to say yes. "Blah, blah, blah. I'm going to hang you by your fucking toe nails. I hate you." She narrowed her eyes at him, but Fleur actually liked his little sisters. One night she was literally stuck at his house, and there was no point in going home so they bombarded the room and Fleur had fun with the girls. No surprise, she had her own little sister Emilia, and she promised she'd bring her sister over one day to meet the other girls. They played, and Fleur cooked and brought them to the park. "Fine I'll do it, for them not for you just so were clear." She murmured throwing the fries at him.  "Does this mean I'm the new baby sitter? cause if so I'll just bring my sister over and we might as well call it a sleepover." This, this was what she was talking about. She felt bad, she knew they were struggling, trying to get by but she doesn't say anything. She understands, and helps and doesn't mind. Because she fucking wants too, because she cares enough too do that much.  Fleur even went grocery shopping with the girls once, and she shouldn't feel the way she does. It's probably just some random act of kindness. That's it, it can't be nothing more or so she hopes.

She slips out and rolls her eyes, "Holy fuck you're such a whiny bitch, your house is fine relax. " Fleur leans in and grabs her backpack, if she's babysitting might as well get her AP History report done tonight. She doesn't respond, she knows the drill by now. She pushes past him and heads into the kitchen, again things she shouldn't know. Especially if it's strictly sex, but gradually it's become more then that and it freaks her out. Fleur pushes all thoughts aside and dips her damn nuggets into the plumb sauce and remains happy with that. "Alright captain, whatever you say." She announces, setting her back onto the chair next to her. "Since, I'm such a good person and baby sitting. I feel like I should have a stash of plumb sauce and chicken nuggets at all times." She joked,  "Then I'll be super fat and you get to tell me ' I told you so'. " She smirked, waving it off. "I'll bring my sister  over, this way it'll be a trio. Plus, I pinky promised. Gotta uphold the promises, wouldn't want to be a Grinch." Fleur finished up quick, tossed out her stuff and laid down on the couch going through her phone. "What time are you coming home?"

[fleurcaldwell]

[fleurcaldwell]

Necessary Evil

[lorenzo-murrilo]

  Lorenzo doesn’t know what it is about her that makes him crave her. Every time they’re together he’s drawn to her. If not sexually, then its physically. Every time she wants him for whatever reason, he’s there in a heartbeat. Sometimes he’ll even leave in the middle of dinner for her, despite the protests of his little sisters. She’s got him fucked up and wrapped around her finger, and thats just the way he likes it. But he won’t admit it, oh he won’t admit it. He knows they’re going closer to that danger zone, that unidentifiable grey area where feelings start to emerge. To him they aren’t feelings. He shouldn’t like her, hell he doesn’t like her. But they fuck. They fuck, and fuck, and fuck. They peel themselves off of the leather of his backseat, they stretch out the kinks in their backs after fucking against the wall, and a shitload of other things. Yes, she’s his drug and he’s certain that he craves her. But he doesn’t care, he wants her, and he will keep on wanting her until he can’t have her anymore. For now she is his, and despite how much she tells him she hates him, she’s his. If she doesn’t believe him, he’ll fuck it out of her. Until she’s trembling against him and begging for it, he’ll make her say it before he lets her have her release. Just to spite her of course, just to know who she belongs to. Sure she’s not property, but he doesn’t fuck anyone else and she shouldn’t either. 

"Good to see me gone hm? Funny that you’re coming with me. And that you’ll be cumming with me very soon." He gives her a grin. "My hair is like a mop? Well, at least its not damaged like your scraggly ends. Not like you little bitches take care of your hair. Always dyeing it and straightening it. Don’t like yourself or something? Don’t worry, you mean something to me. All of your holes are tight, and that’s all you’re good for." Lorenzo lazily put his arm around her shoulders. "Please, like you don’t skip. Don’t act like you don’t leave class early, stop shitting me."  He wants to break her. He always wants to break her, in every way shape and form. Sometimes when they’re fucking he’ll stop moving until she’s begging for him, or hold her in place until she looks at him. Little things to make her want him, to crave him. Because no one can fuck her better than him, and that’s a fact. It doesn’t matter though, because she still spews curses and insults at him, and he does the same. 

Lorenzo shrugs as they make their way to the student parking lot. “Winter sucks. Its cold, and shitty.” He unlocked his car door and got in, not even bothering to open the door for her. “Put your shit in the back.” He said gruffly, rubbing his face. “Want to go to McDonalds or something?” And feed your fat ass. He almost adds but doesn’t. And instead once she’s safely in the car, he pulls out of the parking lot. “You want to go anywhere in particular?”

[fleurcaldwell]

She burns heaven and drenches hell, that’s what Jimmy would recite to Fleur, claimed she fit the description perfectly but she only laughed rolling her eyes in amusement. “Mm, sounds like my kind of night.” The Caldwells were moonshiners and drug dealers, alcoholics, wife beaters, abusive fathers and mothers, thieves and pimps, and above all, pathologically violent. On her mother’s side of course, living in the shittiest parts of town. Hot as hell, but the devil himself. That’s what everyone referred to them as, and when Fleur would go visit her mother on the weekends, swarms of whispers would roam in the air. How the whore’s daughter showed up, and oh how many violent fights has Fleur got into because of it. She’s nothing like her mother, and if there’s anything Fleur's ever sure of it’s  that. She hopes to God, that she will never turn out to be like her. Her mother’s completely off the rails, works at the bar does private little strip shows and comes home drunk and high every night. In the morning’s she’s sober, it’s the only days she looks forward to talking to her. Because it’s then, when Fleur’s mother is truly herself.  A mom. Once her mother had walked out on them both, her father bought a new place, a fresh start. Then the whore of a wife came, and the two kids. Which Fleur did love. One day her mom shows up, claiming she missed her, which is flat out code for bullshit and she’s a broke ass bitch.

 For most of her childhood, she’d wanted to run off, too. Nor did she blame her for not taking her. Men in the Caldwell family were strangely proprietary about their offspring, and she had no doubt her father would have hunted her mom down and dragged Fleur’s ass back down. She doesn’t remember when shit got so fucked up, but one day she just woke up and that was it.  Fleur broke out into an uncontrollable laughter, “Oh baby, I don’t dye my hair. All natural sweetheart, and I’m quite pleased with my god given beauty.” She muttered, shoving him to the side. Fleur stuffed her balled fists into the pocket of her coats, gazing around. Whenever she got into another fight with her step mom, who made it very clear that she didn’t want Fleur around whatsoever. Fleur would sleep at the church, it wasn’t exactly what you call ethical. But, after a late night service she laid down on the pews and when the young pastor in training questioned her she told him. And so it was there bargain, she helped out occasionally and whenever she needed a second home she could sleep on the pews. Fleur didn’t think twice, even if she didn’t always show up when he needed her. “Well, if it wasn’t for those pretty little lips and the dick of yours, your practically dead to me.” 

This was normal, and no one gave a fuck. They argued, and screamed and pushed one another all the time. And it was good,  a fucked up kind of good. But the sex was better, the ‘shut the fuck ups’ and clawing and biting one another as they moaned begging for one another. They don’t screw anyone else because in the most oddest of ways that’s reserved for them and only them. Sure, they’ll make out with others to piss each other off  or for selfish needs but that was them. He was her go to, but no way in fucking hell did she feel anything towards him. Not relatively  close. Fleur hates feelings, she doesn’t need it and hell she barely knows what it fucking is. She doesn’t need a boyfriend, it’s a drag. Like what are you even supposed to do? feed it every hour and fuck him. Show each other off to the world. It was fucking sickening, and having Lorenzo as her fuck buddy was good enough for her. She didn’t care, after the sex she’d get dressed push him out of way and she was out of his hair. Just the way she liked it. Of course there was no denying that she was starting to rely on him more and more, calls became more frequent. But it was purely sexual and physical. That was it. She didn’t like him. God forbid they were on proper speaking terms. She opened the door throwing her bag in the back as she put out her cigarette. Fleur wasn’t a moron, she knew he had siblings and she wasn’t about to stink up the car. “No, I’m good. But if you wanna stuff your face into that shit, go right ahead.” She shook her head, leaning back into the seat. “Anywhere your heart desires.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. 

[fleurcaldwell]

Necessary Evil

[fleurcaldwell]

lorenzo-murrilo:

Sometimes Lorenzo just wants to be a teenager. He wants to go to parties, make mistakes, or just skip school for the hell of it. But he can’t. To his younger sisters, he’s mother and father to them since his Mom is always out doing something that doesn’t involve raising her children, and his father isn’t even in the picture anymore. Lorenzo is a bit lucky though, since he does have an older brother who takes on most of the responsibility of raising all three of them. But he still feels the pressure of needing to be there, picking up his sisters from school, helping them with their homework, and preparing dinner until their older brother gets home from work. It isn’t fair for either of them, but that’s how its been since he was ten years old. Aleida and Xiomara barely remember their mother, which is a blessing in itself.Lorenzo simply doesn’t care anymore to be honest, all he wants to do is graduate so he can finally leave this place and get on with his life. Make something of himself, perhaps. Lorenzo isn’t exactly the poster child for good grades though. And even though he is at the top of his class, he doesn’t apply himself nor does he try. Sometimes he doesn’t even make it to his classes all together. Its not like anyone cares though, the teachers stopped caring a long time ago, and his brother has other things to worry about. So that means Lorenzo is usually up to his own devices, and that means skipping class.

He met her during a hard time of his life, that’s probably why he’s so addicted to her. Between classes, booze filled parties, and late night meetups is when they get together. The tearing of clothes, scraping of skin, slaps, curses, and wails- they do it all. Its rough, dirty, and sometimes a little bit painful but its just them. And when his semen is running down her legs, and the aftertaste of her arousal is on his tongue, is when its over. Its when the awkward silence fills whatever space they occupy, and the only sound that is heard is the rustling of clothes. Sometimes, they start back up again just as the last button has been fastened. But never do they ever stay the night or cuddle. Just a wordless goodbye and the empty feeling of pushing thoughts of one another out of their minds. Lorenzo doesn’t mind it, he really doesn’t. She’s got her needs and he’s got his. The both of them don’t ask questions, neither of them know each other’s back story, they don’t even know each other’s lives. All the do is fuck and scream at each other, then walk the other way and pretend it never happened. He tells himself he doesn’t need a girlfriend, that this arrangement is better anyway. Besides, Lorenzo doesn’t know how to love and he’s sure he’d be pretty shitty at doing it too. The only people he knows he’d do anything for are his two sisters, and maybe his brother. But that’s it, no friends, no relatives, and certainly no girl who thinks she’s tough shit.

Lorenzo tells himself that he doesn’t know her schedule. But he does, its a lie and he knows it. He knows exactly where to find her at just the right time. He glances at the clock and lets out a tiny groan, staying in English class isn’t fun. So instead of asking for permission, he just walks on out. People are used to it now, its sad really. No one questions his whereabouts, and as long as he takes his stuff with him, no one cares. So he rounds the corner and see’s her, in all of her attitude filled glory. Great, just what he needs. “Well hello to you too Fleur.” In all honesty, he thinks her name is stupid. Who names their kid flower? “Actually I was just about to dip on out of here.” He doesn’t see himself staying for the rest of the day anyway, he’d be doing everyone a favor by leaving anyway. “Want to come with me?”

The hostility surrounding them at certain parties and events is what drew them together. Sometimes, after yet another bitter argument with her step mom, she would sneak out her bedroom window in the middle of the night and message him. Often he would be waiting for her, but sometimes he'd awaken to her late night calls, or her pestering him and how she was going to come over. Sometimes, they'd even go on a walk and though it was mostly her complaining about him and his habits, apart of her felt at ease. Something Fleur would never dare to admit. Not to anyone, not to herself. It was never odd, he didn't share anything nor did she. She didn't bother telling him her problems, because she didn't give that much of a fuck to hear what he had to say. She hated people if she were to be honest. Fleur rarely confided in her friends, in fact she never did. She wasn't too close to them either, it was just her  Raphael and Emilia. She always found it quite amusing how people would say that at the end of the day family would be the only one you could rely on. And whoever came up with that, Fleur would happily spit on their grave, because they were the biggest liar she's come to know. Family destroys you. And maybe that's why she rarely knows how to love someone, maybe that's why she never lets anyone in. But it doesn't bother her. The sex is incredibly good, it's only then when they crave each other, it's the downfall of when they're done that things become weird because they're back at their old routine again. 

"Awh, well as usual it's a pleasure to see you gone." She piped up, and it was the last comment that caught her attention. He was always taking off, ditching class like he just didn't give a fuck about a thing.Not handing in assignments, walking out whenever. She's seen him do it multiple times. Fleur thought he was an idiot for doing so, but she wasn't about to give him a life lesson either. Fleur did exceptionally well in school, but it was only cause she wanted to leave.   She wanted to get out of town fast, hell she was graduating early this year, she didn't wanna spend another minute in this shit hole. Fleur couldn't wait to get her diploma and just go, never see a single person again except maybe her siblings. There was nothing and no one holding her back. She could jump in front of a train tomorrow and not think twice about who she was leaving behind. The world could survive without her, sadly her family could too. She quirked a brow, "Yeah, I'll come. Just give me five minutes, gotta grab my stuff. Go ahead, I'll catch up, and by catch up I mean you should probably fucking wait half way. Unlike last time where you were practically out of fucking sight. Go on, I'll be back." She waved him off, as she rushed back inside to class. Fleur patted her back pocket to make sure her cigarette's were still there. She waited the five minutes packed up her stuff  and took off as soon as the bell rung. She had a spare, and it was last period so it wasn't a big deal if she really left.  Fleur sprinted down the field, making it to the sidewalk where she finally caught up with him.  "God, you need a fucking haircut. It's like there's a bloody mop on your head." She muttered, pulling out  her pack. It's her ninth  one today, more then usual.  And then she lit a cigarette and sucked on it so hard for so long that  you would've thought the entire thing might burn off in one drag. Her friends questioned her smoking habits, but unlike them Fleur smoked to die. Literally. 

Fleur finally exhaled, lips forming into an O shape as the mini cloud spilled from her lips. "So where to, pretty boy. By the way, what's up will all your shitty antics of skipping? Like god you're such a moron. Is it really that hard to sit still for an hour Murrilo?" She mocked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  Fleur couldn't care less why, apart of her curious but it's not like the two had anything better to do.  They never shared, and Fleur thought the less, the better. She didn't need to know him, to let him get under skin and feel empathetic or pity him at that. They did what they did best, and that was it. No strings attached, and sometimes it was just better like that.  Jimmy complained to Fleur every day that  she came to class late always and left the moment the bell rang before he could even blink and ask her help for homework. She was like some bloody tutor in the group, she started telling him he better pay her for all the shit she does for him. She thought about the party tonight, wondering if she was going to go as she promised Raphael she'd come to his soccer game. Apart of her just didn't want to go, but she knew the twinge of guilt would settle in. Then after that, her dad would yell at her for not wanting to do anything as a family as if he didn't give a fuck about her needs or the fact that she just couldn't stand their bullshit. "Ugh, I hate winter." She hisses, kicking at the snow. 

[gaylorswiift]

[fleurcaldwell]

Necessary Evil

They had all came to a rickety wooden bridge—just thick plywood laid over a concrete foundation—over Rainbow Creek, the winding rivulet that doubled back over and over again through the outskirts of campus. On the far side of the bridge, there was a tiny path leading down a steep slope. Not even a path so much as a series of hints—a broken branch here, a patch of stomped-down grass there—that people had come this way before. As we walked down single file, Miles, Jimmy, and Lily each held back a thick maple branch for one another, passing it along until Fleur , last in line, let it snap back into place behind her. And there, beneath the bridge, an oasis. An escape from the shit hole itself, Miles dispensed the cigarettes. Jimmy passed; the rest of us lit up. "Can you believe it? A fourth party already this week which means I'm getting it in.”  Lily  said, continuing her conversation with Jimmy. Fleur only smiled, taking a drag as she feels her throat burn, but it's a sensation she's gotten used to, one that she likes. “You're coming Fleur, right?” Lily  said questioningly and Fleur nodded slowly, tilting her head up as she blew, a puff of smoke following. “Wouldn't miss it.” Fleur sat on one of the rocks, looking at the rare duck that would pass by. “Hey, did any of you get the trig work done? Because I don't understand shit, and I'm failing.” Miles muttered, as if it were the least of his worries. No one answered, except her. “Yeah, I'll help you out. Maybe if you weren't such a moron, you'd actually do well.”

Fleur took a last drag, throwing the cigarette into the pond and brushed her palms against her jeans. She had class, but skipping wouldn't hurt anybody. At least this time it was for educational reasons instead of screwing or getting high behind the bleachers. They all followed  her out, and Miles and her headed to McDonald’s before getting back to school grounds. We ordered  six  large french fries to share and then went outside and sat on the lawn. We sat in a circle around the trays of fries, and Fleur began to teach him the trig lesson, smoking while she ate. She smoked and talked and ate for an hour without stopping, and Miles scribbled in his notebook the ratios, and angles making sure he understood. But Lily and Jimmy bickering didn't make it easier. “Stop, I'm lost.” Fleur rolled her eyes, putting out the cigarette as she twisted it into the grass. “Ugh, that's cause you have the brain capacity of a fucking teaspoon.” Miles sighed, “You know, apparently heroine and marijuana makes you function better. Not those stupid cigarettes your always smoking.” Fleur only smiled, taking a sip of coke and shrugged. “ I may die young, but at least I can say I'm smart. Back to work.” She tapped the notebook. Fleur licked her lips and they stay like that for a bit. Once the bell rung they headed back to class.

It was absolute misery, having to sit and listen to Mrs. Winthrop whine about the Renaissance and the romantic period. Because at one point it led to love, that led to men which meant she'd bitch about her boyfriend who cheated on her. You would've thought she wouldn't quite announce it but she does, and she makes it clear to every boy that it's something they shouldn't do, if anything it becomes a lecture. So, halfway through Fleur raises her hand and excuses herself to go to the bathroom, and that's code for a smoke. She saunters down the hallway, heading to the back doors towards the bleachers. Fleur see's a few people making out back, others getting high. She pulls out her pack from her back pocket only to realize she's got no lighter. Fleur makes some conversation with a few guys, borrows a light and one thing leads to another and she's busy making out with James. His hips practically pressed into hers as their mouth's ravage against one another. Fleur suckles on his lower lip, a faint moan surpassing her lips. Yet it's the sound of Melanie Trope screaming at her boyfriend that gets her to stop. Everyone's head snaps towards them, she's busy shouting about how he was screwing some other girl. Fleur rolled her eyes and waved bye to the group. And just as she turned around she saw him. God, she'd rather die and strangle that boy. She hated him, and it wasn't like she could turn around she'd have class and Winthrop would be on a hunt to find her.  Fleur glares at him, rolling her eyes in annoyance at his very presence. “Well, well. Isn't it the fucking spawn of Satan. So, why is it that you cease to exist?” Those who didn't know them would be afraid and appalled to hear such a thing, and those that knew them found it all the more amusing.