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You’re chasing the slow motion belief that you are dreaming and running from the things that make you feel. @thefairerchild ask, home

[ruefairchild]

In another life, in another dream by a different name. I gave it all away for a memory and a quiet lie.

Heaven Goodbye, Steve Conte

[houdiniwrites-blog]

Her touch instantly calmed him. No soft music, or shrinks could do. Being anchored was what he needed. But his breath was still heavy and his chest felt like he was going to implode. “How did he find us,” he questioned. Not that she knew the answer so he just needed to say it. He didn’t want to scare her, he jut cares so much about her and so little about him. Just the thought of him makes him go insane, jump from place to place. It was awful. He turns into someone else. 

“We need to leave. I don’t want to be here when he knows where we are. We could go to a hotel, a motel, a fucking trash bin, something. Just not here. Quick – Grab what you can,” he said frantically, running from her touch, the panic coming back through his blood. He ran to the room and dug his suitcase from under the bed. “Do you want to bring anything specific, necessity or something?” He yelled down the hall for her. He didn’t know what to do and she didn’t deserve this deal of stress on her but he was just so lost.

[ruefairchild]

The transformations were frightening. One moment he was the Davey that she knew so well, the next he was ... it was him as a little boy. Funny how parents did that. It wasn’t fair ... the right word mentioning her own could so easily reduce her to the same. She could see it in his eyes, the way he became frantic ... when he fled down the hall she paced quietly after him, wrapping thin fingers against the door frame and peering into the bed room. “Davey ...” Catching his attention would be hard. While he shifted around she moved for her pants, discarded in the corner, and slowly slid them onto her legs.

“Davey.” More stern now, fingers popping the button into the safety, “Lenore ... she and Zach are out of town. Their apartment, uptown. He won’t know. There’s security. Doormen ... cameras. Fancy locks.” Was he even listening? Teeth found her lower lip, pillowed themselves there, “Fuckboy.”

[houdiniwrites-blog]

Edgar knew his time had come to leave. He would surely come back, but no – he couldn’t stay now. Putting his arms up in surrender, he moved around the flaming young man and the dark girl. Their energy was strong together but apart, he could break him down. Easily. Just like before. It’s like muscle memory. “Goodbye my son,” he said and with that he was out of his apartment. But his presence stayed with the hole in the wall. That was Edgar. The one thing that would just bring the room down. 

Davey jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and somehow that caused him to snap out of the blood thirst he was in. “Fuck–” he said dropping the bat and cupping her face in his hands. “Did he touch you? If he did, fucking tell me so I can kill him. The fucker deserves to die. Tell me– What did he do?!” He was panicking. He didn’t know what to do. It had been so long. He was an adult now but back than he was just a kid. It was different. All so different. 

[ruefairchild]

Rue’s eyes burned as she watched him leave the room, the apartment. We need to change the locks. They needed to move. Lenore was out of the country with her new husband, she could convince Davey to crash there until a more permanent solution came to a head. His concern rattled her more than the whole interaction and Davey’s intensity was ... new. Different. Like another side to him. Rue shook her head, “No, he didn’t touch me.” And he didn’t. If he tried she would have fought until something broke. Nobody touched her, nobody who wasn’t invited. Just Davey.

Slowly she reached her hands over his, keeping her touch light. “Breathe ...” She wasn’t sure if it was for herself or for him. It seemed important to do it. His scattered behavior was scary. “Just breathe. He’s gone.” But she wanted to be sure ... wanted to check. She knew he wouldn’t ease until they were both sure he was gone. “He was just here when I got out of the shower ... touching things. Looking around. He just tried to tease, that was all.”

[houdiniwrites-blog]

Edgar’s smile only grew as his son stood before him, without the sight of the fling. That was the boy he made the boy he wanted. He wanted to see the anger, see the potential and Ed knew that him being there with his toy would shift him over the edge. “Hello son.” 

Davey’s hands were shaking and his heart was beating so hard he thought it was going to crush his ribs. As Rue brought  the bat out, he took it without even looking at her because if he did, he knew that he would change into something better and right now he wanted to be something different. “You fucking talked to her?! You had the fucking gut to come to my home and talk to her?” With one swing the bad hit the wall next to his father. “Leave,” he shouted and another swing of the bad going right at his fathers head but he ducked, just like Davey knew he would. “I’m going to give you to the could of three to leave and if you don’t, I’ll break every bone in your body.” 

Edgar only snickered as he came up from the swing aimed for his head. “You won’t break me, but she might call the cops. And I’ll just say I was invited in because well – It’s my money that paid for the shit hole and if you prove that I’m breaking and entering, I’ll personally jump off the roof now. But you won’t, and son– I raised you better than a bat.” 

[ruefairchild]

“Davey,” She only found her voice when Davey’s father spoke. Rue hadn’t realized how hard she was staring at the two of them until that very moment. Had she blinked? And she had sounded worried. Somehow that seemed as if it were a mistake, to show that kind of emotion in a moment like this. Was she worried that Davey would do something awful? Not really ... her fear was how the ragged beast would respond to it. Somehow she was afraid it would stoke him on further, that he just ... wouldn’t leave.

“The cops won’t care whose money it is. You were in prison, and you’re not welcome here, you weren’t invited in. You don’t have a key. Get out.” As to how she found the calm in the moment Rue wasn’t sure. Instead she took a step forward, pressed a palm to Davey’s shoulder to catch his attention -- to snap him out of this transition. “Davey ...”

[houdiniwrites-blog]

“How the fuck else was he brought into this world then? Did someone else burry their nuts into the slag of a wife I have? Or had, I really don’t know where the fuck she is. anyway. I’m not psychotic, I’m just right.” He smiled and opened his mouth before he heard keys jingle outside of the door. Perfect. Edgar smiled as he slid into the dim corner, easy to be missed if you’re only glancing. 

“Okay, why the fuck is the door unlocked?” Davey spoke as he slammed the door shut with his foot, smiling over at Rue immediately. He dropped his case and walked over to her but he knew that something was wrong, it was a feeling that raced through his veins. He followed her eyes and his whole body stilled at the sight of the devil. He can’t say he was surprised though. Alarmed, yes, but he knew this was coming. He tried his best to have a straight face. “Rue. Can you go get the bat?” 

[ruefairchild]

“Doesn’t make you a parent.” Rue shot, her body tensing at the sound of the keys at the door. Oh, no. Of course he was home. Of course luck would have it this way. For a moment she let the panic smear across her, let it pinch at her spine before it fizzled and faded away. Without a word she moved from her post, disappeared into the bedroom to fetch the bat (and her phone) and came out a second later. As if the space that Davey’s father occupied was poisonous, Rue shifted beside her boyfriend and extended the bat outward. “Here you go.”

It wasn’t right. She shouldn’t enable him. And instead of waiting for him to respond, to go after the man, she unlocked the phone and began to dial the police. Before she hit the call begin button she waited. “I tried to tell him to get out ...”

[houdiniwrites-blog]

“Because you should thank me, I brought the fucker into this fucked up world,” he said with a laugh falling from his chapped lips. His imagine was rotten with a stench masked with perfection. It didn’t make sense, but it didn’t have to. He had been mapping his son. He knew he would be home at any minute. And oh, to see the look on that fuckers face would just bring him great joy. “I will, you little naive girl. You don’t know the real him, only I know the real him. Get in line behind the delusional slags that think they know him.” 

“He’s not good. You’re not good, I’m alright but he is not, what you call, good.” He shook his head. He knew his welcome would be ending if Davey wouldn’t show. He had to. “I won’t leave till my son shows up.” 

[ruefairchild]

“Emptying your nuts into some poor soul doesn’t mean you brought him into this world or whatever else you think. You’re not different from the other deadbeat assholes I see on the street every day. Absentee, insane ... fucking psychotic. I’m not going to say it again ... get the fuck out or I’m phoning the cops.” If her jaw clenched any tighter she was sure that something would strain. He set her teeth on edge. “He’s not your son. Not really. Not in the way that matters.”

It would be wonderful, in this moment, to have telepathy. Better to connect right to Davey, to warn him. Though she knew that telling him to stay away would only bring him closer. The moment he walked through the door the shit would hit the fan. It was fucked no matter which way it was sliced. “Goodbye.”

[houdiniwrites-blog]

His whole being filled the apartment with dark past stories of his actions that froze the lives of many. He was a demon that crawled out of Satan’s personal club. He was apart of a devils night and the reason for his own son’s nightmares. He couldn’t be more satisfied. When he was growing up, his goal was to be bad, he knew a screw was loose but that’s just what his parents told him. When Davey’s grandparents died in a car accident, Edgar felt nothing but bliss, his actions as a pure clean man went out the window without an once of sympathy for those who stood in his wave. Davey and his wife did. 

“How long have you known him? what’s he like? And no, I’m not done with the questions because you know once I leave here, I’ll only find him again and do the thing a proper parasite does. Infect him. Him? A good host? He’s probably worse than me, but hey – the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, you know this.” 

[ruefairchild]

“Why would I answer your questions? And why would I know how the apple falls?” She whet her lips with her tongue, felt her fingers tighten into her arms with the desire to hit him flaring. She should have felt exposed near him, but instead there was just anger ... unjustifiable distaste. Even without the detail of what Davey had told her, Rue knew. Her jaw clenched, “You can think you’ll infect him. You won’t.” Her tone was so matter-of-fact, so sure that he wouldn’t get inside of Davey’s head. Even if she was just pretending, even if she was completely unsure, Rue wouldn’t let this man know.

“He’s not like you. He’s good.” The word felt like a joke, but in comparison to the nastiness that seeped from this man’s pores ... Davey was just incapable. That’s how well she knew him, to know he was incapable of whatever unspeakable things that daddy did. “Still waiting for you to leave.”

[houdiniwrites-blog]

“You’re quite the rude one,” he said walking around the small space and tracing his finger along anything he spotted. “How long have you known him?” His intentions were never well, his hunger could only be satisfied by the sounds of others screams and pains. He was a modern life monster. “Do you live here?” His questions were open and to the point, no doubt they would only make her more alarmed to a strange man in her presence but his son would be home soon. 

“But I am not a little boy and please, without my money, this property wouldn’t even belong to a person. The only place I was ever invited to was a county prison so no, not invited but I’m sure the guardians of this fine city would love to take a ride with me.” Edgar only snickered. “I won’t be coming back because I’m not leaving.” 

[ruefairchild]

“I’m a lot of things.” It wasn’t an invitation to continue the conversation. There were few things in the world that really got under Rue’s skin, but there was something about the mannerisms -- the very being of this man that bothered her ... not in the sense of night terrors but more with the desire to hit him in the mouth. That desire seemed to grow each time he opened it. “You done with twenty questions, creep? You’re leaving now, because if you don’t I’m going to jingle the cops.” Her eyes narrowed more, watching his movements through the apartment, making a mental note to lysol wipe everything his fingers touched.

“You’re acting like a child, could have fooled me.” If it really was who she thought ... if Davey came home to this ... Rue knew he’d lose his shit. It would be a monumental meltdown, something to set back all of the progress she had worked so hard for. He was made of too much glass for something like this. “So you found him, hm? I always heard that parasites find good hosts real easy. Makes sense.”

[ruefairchild]

@houdiniwrites:

He heard something stir in the depths of his sons apartments. The parts that were kissed my shadows and protected by wooden panels. God, he had hoped that someone was there. He wanted the reaction of fear, of anger of anything other than a six foot tall man slamming on prison cell walls. His feet carried him to the window that overlooked an alley and a different building. Her carried himself well for a man that has been in jail for over 7 years. He wore a clean suit, his tangled hair was combed back and his scent was the same that he’d been wearing since his son was born.

Edgar’s ears perked a the sound of a girl, and at the sound of confusion. Turning around, his eyes light up, like had been a small boy at Christmas with lights twinkling all around him. He made the connection almost instantly. “He’s very found of you. I can tell,” he sneered. Trying his best not to give off a rotten laugh, this was a joke. It had to be. His eyes must’ve been deceiving him. “You don’t know me? Oh surely you know me. There isn’t a chance in the world my boy hasn’t told you.” He stepped closer to her, “Or maybe he hasn’t. Little boys can be so awful.”

“Thank you for the obvious observation, but I’m sure I’ve gathered that by now.” Rue’s eyes narrowed, though she held her stance. He definitely gave off an unwelcoming vibe -- something she wasn’t going to trust. She wouldn’t take her judgmental eyes from him if she could help it and even now she continued to glare with the utmost scrutiny. All the while the girl racked her mind for an instance of evidence that might help as to who the lunatic was. It took a minute before it dawned on her ... but even then it wasn’t much help. Davey had mentioned him perhaps once, and it wasn’t with any form of detail or clarity at all ... just disdain.

“I’m aware of how awful little boys can be. I’m looking at one who doesn’t understand the value of personal property. Were you invited? Doubtful. Breaking and entering ... not something the cops in the city look at lightly.” She fought not to step back as he neared, but she kept herself alert. The bat wasn’t far, she could make it and grab it before he had a chance to move forward again. “I could take a message. You could come back later. Basically, get the fuck out.”

[ruefairchild]

@houdiniwrites:

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” Edgar spoke with vain and anger. He stood outside of his sons apartment, knowing he wasn’t home because he had been monitoring his schedule. The boy would pay and even it took Edgar his whole life, he would get revenge for spending the last five years in jail because his son wouldn’t grow up. As he walked into his average apartment, his eyes skimmed his sons life through objects. A guitar, like the one he had smashed. A picture of a girl with dark hair, who he’d set to ruin. “Disgusting,” he spat, kicking beer bottles that were residing on the floor. To him things weren’t in color, they were his way or no way, things were in black and white. Plus, the apples never falls far from the tree.

Fingers ruffled through choppy black hair, fanning out the picky drops of water that clung to each strand despite the rough toweling that the girl had given it upon exit of her too-hot shower. Rue tossed the towel into the hamper and pulled one of Davey’s shirts (which should have been too big for her, but his slender frame nearly matched her flat-chested one) over her head, popping out like a gopher at the first sign of spring from the neck hole. With a sigh she pulled a pair of her underwear on, and nearly kicked the bedroom door down opening it, shuffling into the empty living room.

Or at least it should have been empty. Now it was occupied by a large man, broad in the shoulders, with wild hair and wilder eyes. Rue paused before glancing at the front door and back, “And who the fuck are you?” There was a bat in the bedroom, she knew, something she could grab quickly if the intruder was aggressive. It wasn’t hard for her to pull her most displeased expression, it was usually plastered on her visage anyway, only now she crossed her arms over her chest and kicked a leg out -- the stance of skeptical disapproval.

[ruefairchild]

You have your fuckboy just like your aunt has hers. How long will it be until you follow her footsteps and let another pick the cherry off the tree?

“You think he’d let me pick his cherry? Oh goodness, the thought has me all aquiver, and I swear there’s a slick forming between my thighs. Do you really think Davey will let me pick his cherry? I have to be so careful. I hear it’s his first time.”

[ruefairchild]

most important thing to you at the moment?

“Yeah right, give you the opportunity to attempt to infiltrate and somehow ruin it. The broad side of my lily white ass, how about that?”

[ruefairchild]

what happened to your mom and dad?

“Once upon a time there was a sick woman and a weak man. The woman died because she couldn’t fight for anything that ever mattered, and the man offed himself because he was a selfish, inhuman prick. They lived happily ever after, fuck off.”

[angstmemes]

Torment my muse with questions. About their past, about their regrets, their unanswered hopes. Make my muse squirm.

[daveyfck-archive]

“Exactly, you can start by killing my roommates so I don’t have to share anymore,” he complained quietly about people invading his space. As he worked smoothly on her burn, he sat up and pressed his lips to one of her burnt shoulders. 

[ruefairchild]

“I need some tools and a proper offer.” Of course she was teasing, her tone reflected as much. The kiss was welcome, her shoulder relaxing just the slightest at it. “I missed you, fuckboy. How’s Florida treating you?”

[daveyfck-archive]

Davey smiled and moved towards his bed, putting some of the green liquid on his hand. “Come here,” he hushed as he lightly tugged on her wrist, admiring her body. His large hands worked his way with the lotion all around her back, rubbing in places that were more burnt than others. “Red looks good on you.” 

[ruefairchild]

She followed when he tugged at her wrist, stopping when he began rubbing the lotion onto the burn. Her shoulders tensed in contrast from the smooth burn to the sudden chill, but it was refreshing more than anything. At his remark Rue grinned, arching her back into his hands more, “So you want me to kill someone? Is that the suggestion?”

[daveyfck-archive]

Davey held out his hand waiting for the bottle to rub on her back, “Don’t be a baby.” He patted her head lightly, loving the way she got impatient, “I would try to comfort you but you’re all burnt and shit.” 

[ruefairchild]

With a scowl Rue pressed the bottle into his hand, not yet turning before lifting her shirt gently over her back. It was all loose clothing since the burn, nothing that could press or rub uncomfortably -- it suggested and confirmed that she wasn’t wearing anything for support either, be it bra or bathing suit to. Proudly, Rue smirked, “Thank you.”