Unitl I Break
Chapter 21: Some Memories....
“Holy Fuckin Shit Seville WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU COME TELL ME!?” Dustin shouted as Gerard helped Seville out of the taxi, being all gentlemen like and having opened the door for her…show off.
“Dustin I can’t breathe!” Seville mumbled out stuck two feet off the ground in Dustin’s grasp.
“Oh. Sorry ville….” He said embarrassedly placing Seville back on the ground.
“You know? I used to think that sorta stuff only happened in really bad old movies…”
both Seville and dustin turned and gave Gerard a look to kill, and it may have if they all had not broken out in laughter.
“Okay so now that you know I’m fine mother hen can I just go sleep.” Seville asked exhaustedly.
“Well, I suppose….do you want me to come with you?” dustin asked all concerned, Gerard silently laughing his ass off.
“Dustin I’ve been walking on my own for the past 23 years, I’m pretty sure I’ve got it down.”
Seville said warmly, “I’ll see you in the morning; it’s a straight drive tonight right?”
“Yup,” Dustin said as he pulled her in too a bear hug.
Seville turned towards Gerard, “Thanks again for going with me I appreciate it,” giving him a light hug.
“Anytime. You sure you’re okay.”
“Sweet Jesus! Between the two you’d think I was terminally ill, thanks but no thanks boys, ill see you in upstate New York.” Seville said before sauntering off towards the bus leaving Dustin and Gerard to chat.
“Douche!” dustin said slugging Gerard playfully in the arm, “why didn’t you tell me you guys were going to the hospital?”
“Well I had to drag her to the infirmary in the first place it wasn’t easy, if I’d have left to go get you she never would have gone.” Gerard said rubbing his arm where he’d just been hit. A smirk came across his face, “besides…I think I kinda…”
“…wanna get in her pants?” Dustin interrupted playfully reading Gerard facial expressions like he was a scrolling marquee in the middle of times square.
Gee laughed and shook his hair from his eyes, “Is it that obvious…”
“Oh God.” Dustin said, “Gerard its okay I get it, I have a penis too, we all get it, hell Frank called it two days ago. Just don’t make me have to fuck you up.”
Gerard laughed and mumbled, “I won’t….it’s not like that” as Dustin finished, “I mean she’s like a sister to me but I enjoy you’re company as a drinking buddy too much, you’re the best at making an ass out of yourself!” Dustin said swinging his arm around Gerard’s shoulder just as best mate’s do.
“O gee thanks ‘Dusty’” Gerard said mocking Seville’s nickname for Dustin, not much of a nickname, but nobody else was allowed to use it, trying to hide his slightly hurt pride at his own idiocy when drunk. The two boys then made their way to the ever present more increasingly busy merch tents where they would work until the last fan had left board their vehicles without any down town to the venue in upstate new york.
She hadn’t really sauntered, the pain meds were starting to wear off and the anti-depressants had long left her system. She didn’t want to but she needed something, just to keep her smiling, and to keep the sad thoughts brought on by all the mothering away. She remembered the first time she’d broken her arm. Dustin and his friend Andy had dared her to jump from a rooftop into a pool; she’d decided to one up them and ride her bike down the rooftop into the pool. The stunt had gone great, she had even pulled off her first 360 but when she hit the water, well the pressure of the bike hitting her forearm as they went in simultaneously was enough to crack both the radial and ulnar bones in her left arm. The funny thing was she hadn’t felt the pain. It was only when she had gotten out of the water, bones sticking through her skin blood oozing everywhere, Dustin upchucking, that andy brought the break to her attention. Her mother flipped. She was pissed that they had to go sit in the emergency room for four hours but very excited, simply ecstatic that Seville had pulled off the stunt and that they had gotten it on tape.
“Goddamn it Dustin!” she had yelled when they got back to her house, “you should know by now, after all these years, that she has more balls and less brains than any of you combined! I would have expected you to at least caution her!” Seville had rolled her eyes.
The memory brought tears to her eyes as she flung herself into her low hanging bunk, and popped several pills into her mouth, swallowing then down with a swig of water. Her mother would never throw another clipboard at a nurse again, as she had that day when after three hours of looking at Seville’s insides on the outside the nurse had said it would only be a bit longer. No, that would never happen again, her mother was gone, it was as simple as that. But Seville thought she had gotten over it, that finally she had come to terms with her mother’s absence; anymore, though, she felt haunted, haunted by her past and its effect on her present. She never would understand why she wasn’t with them, why she hadn’t been able to die too.
“Dustin I can’t breathe!” Seville mumbled out stuck two feet off the ground in Dustin’s grasp.
“Oh. Sorry ville….” He said embarrassedly placing Seville back on the ground.
“You know? I used to think that sorta stuff only happened in really bad old movies…”
both Seville and dustin turned and gave Gerard a look to kill, and it may have if they all had not broken out in laughter.
“Okay so now that you know I’m fine mother hen can I just go sleep.” Seville asked exhaustedly.
“Well, I suppose….do you want me to come with you?” dustin asked all concerned, Gerard silently laughing his ass off.
“Dustin I’ve been walking on my own for the past 23 years, I’m pretty sure I’ve got it down.”
Seville said warmly, “I’ll see you in the morning; it’s a straight drive tonight right?”
“Yup,” Dustin said as he pulled her in too a bear hug.
Seville turned towards Gerard, “Thanks again for going with me I appreciate it,” giving him a light hug.
“Anytime. You sure you’re okay.”
“Sweet Jesus! Between the two you’d think I was terminally ill, thanks but no thanks boys, ill see you in upstate New York.” Seville said before sauntering off towards the bus leaving Dustin and Gerard to chat.
“Douche!” dustin said slugging Gerard playfully in the arm, “why didn’t you tell me you guys were going to the hospital?”
“Well I had to drag her to the infirmary in the first place it wasn’t easy, if I’d have left to go get you she never would have gone.” Gerard said rubbing his arm where he’d just been hit. A smirk came across his face, “besides…I think I kinda…”
“…wanna get in her pants?” Dustin interrupted playfully reading Gerard facial expressions like he was a scrolling marquee in the middle of times square.
Gee laughed and shook his hair from his eyes, “Is it that obvious…”
“Oh God.” Dustin said, “Gerard its okay I get it, I have a penis too, we all get it, hell Frank called it two days ago. Just don’t make me have to fuck you up.”
Gerard laughed and mumbled, “I won’t….it’s not like that” as Dustin finished, “I mean she’s like a sister to me but I enjoy you’re company as a drinking buddy too much, you’re the best at making an ass out of yourself!” Dustin said swinging his arm around Gerard’s shoulder just as best mate’s do.
“O gee thanks ‘Dusty’” Gerard said mocking Seville’s nickname for Dustin, not much of a nickname, but nobody else was allowed to use it, trying to hide his slightly hurt pride at his own idiocy when drunk. The two boys then made their way to the ever present more increasingly busy merch tents where they would work until the last fan had left board their vehicles without any down town to the venue in upstate new york.
She hadn’t really sauntered, the pain meds were starting to wear off and the anti-depressants had long left her system. She didn’t want to but she needed something, just to keep her smiling, and to keep the sad thoughts brought on by all the mothering away. She remembered the first time she’d broken her arm. Dustin and his friend Andy had dared her to jump from a rooftop into a pool; she’d decided to one up them and ride her bike down the rooftop into the pool. The stunt had gone great, she had even pulled off her first 360 but when she hit the water, well the pressure of the bike hitting her forearm as they went in simultaneously was enough to crack both the radial and ulnar bones in her left arm. The funny thing was she hadn’t felt the pain. It was only when she had gotten out of the water, bones sticking through her skin blood oozing everywhere, Dustin upchucking, that andy brought the break to her attention. Her mother flipped. She was pissed that they had to go sit in the emergency room for four hours but very excited, simply ecstatic that Seville had pulled off the stunt and that they had gotten it on tape.
“Goddamn it Dustin!” she had yelled when they got back to her house, “you should know by now, after all these years, that she has more balls and less brains than any of you combined! I would have expected you to at least caution her!” Seville had rolled her eyes.
The memory brought tears to her eyes as she flung herself into her low hanging bunk, and popped several pills into her mouth, swallowing then down with a swig of water. Her mother would never throw another clipboard at a nurse again, as she had that day when after three hours of looking at Seville’s insides on the outside the nurse had said it would only be a bit longer. No, that would never happen again, her mother was gone, it was as simple as that. But Seville thought she had gotten over it, that finally she had come to terms with her mother’s absence; anymore, though, she felt haunted, haunted by her past and its effect on her present. She never would understand why she wasn’t with them, why she hadn’t been able to die too.