season 3 drabble // closed
The color red had TINTED his vision since the video Dick played on his laptop forever engrained itself in his head. There was an immediate anger, one he wasn’t sure he would so EASILY be able to forgive Dick for as he had in the past. As far as he was concerned, nothing else mattered besides the TWISTED view of justice that was playing over in his head. The target was easy, knowing the annoying voice on the college radio always sat so idiotically in the cafeteria for the school to see. It was that time of day he preferred to be as far from campus as possible, avoiding any visits Piz may have gotten from Veronica, not wanting to let his gaze linger in jealousy as he knew it would. The distance was better for him, better for TRYING when it came to Parker. But now, it was gone, an anger pushing through the typical boundary he put up between his and Veronica’s life.
There hadn’t been a RISK in the distance before, something that had been illuminated by his own mind. The situation hit too close to home, the only chance he had now to save Veronica being bloodied knuckles to Piz to show this wasn’t something he could get away with, a secret she wouldn’t be BURIED with. Just a year ago, he had worked so intently to save that innocence of Lilly, to not let the sick and sadistic mind of his father ruin every other moment of her life. It only seemed like some sick karma against him for being so DISAPPOINTING that the moment he turned his back to Veronica that she’d fall into these evil coils. This responsibility to keep her safe had been so flawless ruined, blame sinking in his chest moment by moment he didn’t let to put his anger to work.
Lilly’s eyes were there every time he closed his own, a haunting of the past he had never wanted to relive again with the burning of those tapes. This had opened pandora’s box, every memory that haunted him of his father weighing onto his shoulder as though it were the devil himself egging him onto doing the worst he could possibly do. Knuckles intensely grabbed onto the steering wheel, feeling his pulse beating through the tension in his arms as he sat. The drive felt like hours, stuck at a stoplight that held him back from decision he had made to follow through with what seemed to be the right move.
Perhaps meeting his fists with Piz’ face would solidify two things; one that he wouldn’t go near Veronica again and two being that no one else would take the visual and run with it the way they had gossip in high school. His anger and thoughts were always calculated into sending a message, showcasing that EVIL like that didn’t get to so easily hide away in the shadows. He had lost the battle with his father, something that made every other fight’s outcome that much more detrimental.
It was almost ironic on how undeserving of the anger and twisted mindset had dedicated itself now to ruining Piz in the most physical way, the human personification of SIMPLE or EASY. The logical part of his mind knew well enough that this hadn’t been him who had sent the video out, perhaps even too good to videotape her unknowingly, but the past had proven to him time and time again that trust was earned, not given by character.
His mid had been too far gone as he pulled into the parking spot, leaving the ignition on with the keys dangling as he slammed the door and moved on. The world around his ceased to exist, so lost in the confines of his mind that replayed every part of the past he had worked so hard to forget. And with each beat of his heart in his chest, the pounding in his head grew louder, knuckles cracking in the palms of his hands as he pushed through the cafeteria doors. Vacant bodies were plowed over by his direction, still so unable to snap out of the trance the mixture of anger and his past had put him into. It was a spell of rage, one the smallest voice in the back of his pleaded to reconsider, to turn back before it was too late.
It was the rest of him that so coyly responded that he was already too far GONE.
