Our Passion for Hate

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Mason was still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. He was still in the back seat stunned, knowing that his life was in danger. What did he ever do wrong? As Dale drove away, he glanced back to see the guys running after them with their weapons. Thank goodness he was able to run away. If his adrenaline didnt kick in, Charrie would have had to save him on her own, but against those four guys, he didnt know if she could. And he didnt want her getting hurt either. He wanted to protect her somehow. Eventually he'd figure out a way to do it. "I know you'll protect me. You always do. Sometimes I just want to return the favor, or even protect you sometimes. It's no fair that Im the male, but his girlfriend is the one always beating up his enemies" he shook his head, feeling like he didnt play a good boyfriend, but then again, they werent just your average couple.

"Ill get into shape I promise. Right now, Im exhausted! Who knew running for ten minutes was hard enough! Im so tired right now!" he laughed and laid back. Dale was bringing them around the city until he told them to stop somewhere. Mason kept an arm around Charrie, looking at her hand. He knew she must of felt good at that point now that her hand was cut, he just hoped no one saw it except for him. He didnt want her to go to therapy if she didnt want to. "If I keep this up, ILl be able to run as fast as I can just like when the adrenaline kicked in. I think I can do it!" he leaned over and kissed her cheek, feeling so thankful for her help. He really did feel as though he was getting better, and this incident didnt make him think of alcohol either.

"Good thinking. Call the police. Ill tell Dale to drive us to a restaurant. Im feeling so hungry after all of that. How does pizza sound?" he told Dale where to do and hopefully that no one would try to sabotage their exercise anymore. At least that's what he hoped. "Maybe we should try a gym?" he laughed, waiting for her to finish before taking her hand. "COme on, we can chat about our workout routine in there"
  Watt / ellocalypse / 6y 325d 23h 23m 9s
He’s a man alright, he had the body and equipment but she was more of a Man than Mason at times if they were looking at stereotypes. They weren’t a normal couple at all, and maybe they will never be. Who combined an alcoholic with a cutter anyways? It seemed like a recipe for disaster. She doesn’t think they will destroy each other, they will figure it out. When she laughed out finding amusing, Mason looked afraid and paranoid. They were different. She was able to find these situations funny, not dangerous.

“I know you didn’t do it on purpose and don’t worry Mase, I’ll protect you if they get to us,” She giggled. She hugged him leaving her head on his shoulder “Don’t be afraid. They’re nothing but a bunch of guys who think they’re macho when they’re not.” She was only kidding. She couldn’t blame him for his reaction because he wasn’t used to these situations. Luckily, this usually never happened.

“Okay, okay! I won’t! But I still want to help you get into shape. You might slack off. You have to learn how to run fast and do it along time. If you can run away, you can get away from a lot of danger,” She assured. She thought he might put the blade somewhere, not throw it out the window! She kept her lip s locked of wanting to say something but wouldn’t. She’s been injuring herself for so long that she could endure the cut on her hand like it was already healed. She built up a tolerance for it. Mason didn’t seem as weak as before. He made it seem like he knows what he was doing. Those guys back there weren’t a big issue to her. It was a good thing she could fight and run. She wasn’t sure if she could handle all of them at the same time but if she broke loose for a second, she could run the next. She was only thankful that Mason was slow as he was so that he didn’t arrive in time to be there with her. Then it would have been harder to get up.

“I think you’re terrible running, just saved you from meeting them face to face,” She sighed. That was the up side of things. On the other side, even if they weren’t really a threat to her, to others they were.

“I don’t know who they are. They were probably doing drugs nearby and a girl happened to come by along. They probably thought they could be entertained. It’s not going to happen again. But I should call the cops because the next girl that comes could be raped and then killed,” She sighed and pulled out her phone. She had to call and make sure nothing happened to anyone else. She quickly talked to the cops and she put her phone back in place.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 326d 1h 22m 13s
Mason knew that it was best both their parents were okay with everything. He felt as if his parents knew about CHarrie, but his father did the same thing as hers. He trusted all of his beliefs in Mason. And seeing him just fall in love with the enemy made him so angry. But then again, Mason hadnt been doing such a good job either. HIs father would always complain that he wasnt working hard enough, or fast enough for him. So he wasnt too disappointed when he found out that he was dating Charrie. Hell he thought worse would happen, like his own son would lose his life to him.

It was still normal though. Whatever happened to them right now, Mason wasnt going to change the fact that he wanted to be with Charrie. No matter what his parents said. He was going to date her no matter what. Hopefully his mother could support him and hold his father under control so he could still be around the girl he loved.

"I am a man! Im just so exhausted Char!" he was running low on energy that he was about to just pass out onto the pavement, but when he made it into the car, he saw Charrie laughing at him. "What's so funny? I didnt do it on purpose. Who knows what those guys had?" he sat on the seat beside her and he just felt so scared and paranoid. Why were all these people trying to kill him? He didnt do a single thing wrong did he?

he frowned, feeling nervous about everything.
  Watt / ellocalypse / 6y 326d 8h 48m 55s
“I think we should ask our mom’s. If we do get deeper into this relationship than it’ll get really dangerous if he isn’t controlled,” She agreed. She didn’t like to see her dad angry, upset or even disappointed in her. But she had no choice. She loved Mason and he was going to have to accept that, no matter how hard it is. There wasn’t a time in her life that she didn’t disappoint him though. He probably thought something terrible must have happened and send off a fake daughter back to him. She was sure that’s what was on her father’s mind right now.

It was easy for her to jog for a long time. She couldn’t lie though; it was torment the first time she had to run for such a long time. She just gave in and almost fell asleep on the floor. She didn’t want to leave Mason behind but it sort of ended up like that. She’d apologize about it afterwards. She heard him yell that he was working as hard as he could. Next time they do this, she’ll go in the same pace as him. She just needed to stretch her legs today. When she came back running from the guys that were now chasing him, she didn’t feel like explaining the whole thing.

“Yea, yea, I’m fine. Let’s go!” She yelped out and felt his eyes narrow at the blade. Well, at least she got a blade. Although, it took a man to attack her to get one... It didn’t matter if Mason was tired at this point. If she had to drag him then she would. He stood a better chance at running then at helping her fight them off.

“Suck it up and be a man!” She demanded and it wasn’t until he looked back that he saw what they were being chanced by that he ran for his life. It was amusing in a way. First it was her dad, now it was a gang. She really did cause trouble-except this was funnier then anything. Hell, Mason ran faster than her. She got into the car quickly and just burst out laughing.

“That was so funny!” She exclaimed “Can’t believe I got chased by bunch of people. You sprinted so fast that it was faster than me! Maybe I should hire people to chase after you. That’ll get you in shape in no time.” She knew that Mason probably found it terrifying that they were being chased like this but this was nothing. It was like being chased by these evil bullies on the playground. Sure, she shouldn’t use that term but that’s how she thought of it as. She then calmed her laughter down and looked at the knife in her hands. She accidently cut into the palm of her head. She groaned. Heath was going to kill her.

“Here, you can take the blade...” She sighed and passed it onto Mason. She knew if she held it, she would keep it and use it. Besides, he already saw the blade and she couldn’t hide it now that he knew it was there. She rubbed her knee and frowned.

Going to sleep
  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 326d 10h 37m 59s
Mason shook his head in the car. "I dont know what he'd do if he found out I slept with you. But let's not test it out since Im probably going to be dead. We should ask our mom's to restrain him. I dont want to die just yet" he sighed and looked at the back of the car. He was so glad that her father had disappeared by the time they reached the park. He didnt want some man with a shotgun following him. Sighing in relief, he stepped from the car and he looked up at her. He was worried that he wasnt going to make it. That she was just going to leave him as he stepped onto the pavement. "Just enjoy yourself Dale. We'll be back after a half hour" he told him as he followed Charrie.

When they were getting ready to go, he did a few warm up stretches, stretching his thighs and calves before looking up at her. "Yup Im ready. Let's go" he started jogging a normal pace, but Charrie was already quite far. He was just going at an easy pace so that he could last the thirty minutes, but soon enough, he couldnt see her anymore. HOw did he even think this was going to work out. He was already panting heavily, trying to continued his slow pace. Mason was so skinny. It looked like a stick was just running on the sidewalks. It looked kind of disgusting, but he would get into shape eventually.

When he heard her yell from up ahead, he sighed and shook his head. "Oh come on! Im working as hard as I can!" he yelled as he tried to run a little faster. THe faster he ran the more exhausted he became. There was no way he could last thirty minutes of this. But he kept up the pace. All he thought in his mind was that he wasnt going to lose to Heath. ANything but that. He could do it. Maybe not now, but in a few days if he kept at it. Taking in heaves of breaths, he was running a little faster, still not able to see Charrie. Damn was she a good runner. He was already to the point of walking when a few minutes later he heard her voice. Call the cops? What the hell did that mean? he was still running towards her, trying to see what happened. BUt by the time he reached her, she was running back.

"What happened Charrie? Are you alright?" His eyes fell on the blade in her hands and he narrowed his eyes. She was tugging on his arm and he just quickly followed. He ran as fast as he could, but he was near his limit. He was about to collapse soon. "Im so tired Char. I ran so much already" he tried to tell her. Whatever they were running from, he wasnt sure what it was until he looked behind them. There was a gang of guys chasing after them. "Oh shit!" he then began to sprint as his adrenaline kicked in. "Let's get back to the car. We need to get out of here" he ran as fast as he could towards Dale, hurrying into the back seat, waiting for her to get in. "Dale! Hurry get us out of here!" he yelled.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 326d 11h 19m 20s
She knew that he was doing the right thing by hiding them away. After all, she did throw all the bottles out. It was only fair and even if she didn’t throw those out, he would have to hide the knifes away. If she was desperate enough, she could go find a way to find the knifes and get them or even buy one. Long ago, she’d do anything. She would turn the whole place around until she could find something to relief her guilt. At least she was better than before. She couldn’t imagine if she was around Mason and she was at that bad of a state. It would have been terrible; he probably would have left her if she was that insane as she was in Russia.

“Okay,” She managed to speak out and she found herself kissed. She kissed him deeply back and feeling the feeling slowly slip away. It was still there and she still wanted to go do what she wanted to do. It was killing her inside. But she had to get over it and hide it well. If she hid it then she convinced herself she didn’t feel it and it stopped. The want stopped for a moment of course and then it all comes crashing down and it goes further.

“You should be talking,” She scoffed at his whine. She was referring to the years before, yet he wanted to make skin contact with her. At least it seemed like it encouraged him. Hopefully, the encouragement was enough to push him to a good limit. She could run for a long time in a really fast speed. She preferred to run far distance than jog though. She didn’t think that her dad would actually pull out a weapon to go get Mason when she arrived. He was really ticked that his only daughter went with his enemy’s son. I guess it was his way to quickly fix this. She should talk to her mother and tell her to help her dad stop doing this before it really gets out of hand.

“If he got this mad that I told him I’m moving in with you, imagine how mad he would be if he found out that day that I slept with you...” She shivered at the thought. Mason wouldn’t be the only one dead. She’d be killed along with him. She was a disgrace as a daughter to him. They arrived at the park and she got of the car and pulled Mason out of it.

“Okay, so we’re going to do a thirty minute jog. Make sure to keep up with me, okay? If you feel tired to the point you can’t breathe than just start walking instead and I’ll stop with you,” She instructed. She wasn’t sure if she was actually going to stop though. If she moved at the pace Mason was going to go, then she wouldn’t be doing exercise. She glanced around and felt comfortable just to run around. Running around calmed her.

“Okay, ready?” She asked and then started to jog in a normal speed. Although, her normal speed was someone else’s running. She tried to slow down for Mason but eventually she just got bored of jogging like she was speed walking.

“Hurry up slow poke! You’ve never going to match up to me or Heath if you don’t try hard,” She smiled. Because she wasn’t focusing ahead, she almost tripped. She swore under her breath but caught her footing pretty well. Before she knew it, she speed away ahead with trees at the side’s of the path. She then stopped and took her breath waiting for Mason to catch up. Her ears then picked up something shuffling in the bushes. It was quiet but she was trained for this sort of stuff now. A man came out from behind her. She just tossed to face him and took a step back. He had a knife. A sweet, sweet knife... If he thought she was scared of it, boy was he wrong.

“Follow me, or I’ll kill you after I-,” He threatened.

“-Uh huh... Good luck with that buddy,” She interrupted. She simply started to walk away. When he attempted to attack her, she just grabbed his harm and then flipped him onto the ground. She grabbed the knife and put it up the man’s neck. He seemed a little older than Heath. She looked ahead and yelled out “Hey, Mase! Call the cops!” Then two other guys came out from the sides of the trees. Oh shit... They were a gang. She instantly got up, held the knife in her hand and bolted out of there. Someone grabbed her foot from behind, causing her to trip. She came crashing to the ground and she knew her knee was skinned. She got up and then spin kicked backward, her foot smashing at his face. She then bolted again toward the direction of Mason. The palm of her hand was stinging badly. She then noticed that part of her hand was gripping onto the blade part of the knife tightly. She reached Mason heavily breathing.

“Okay, we have to run fast...before...they reach us...” She spoke in between her words and then stared at the blade in her hand and the cut at the palm of her hand. She looked up at him with wide eyes “It’s not what it looks like. Let’s just get out of here before I find out what other weapons they have.”

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 326d 11h 35m 18s
Mason just rolled his eyes when she said that Heath was perfect. He didnt care if he was anymore, that guy was just in the way of him and Charrie. He couldnt even get a few days with her without him showing up at the door. He was just glad that at least today he had Charrie to himself. Hopefully Mr. Perfect didnt show up and just take her away to get help or something. He didnt want that. But at the same time he wondered why Heath never had a girlfriend or anything. Why didnt he settle down himself? Or was it because of her father. Maybe he wanted Heath to watch over her for the rest of her life. THat would be terrible. If only they got rid of Heath at the start. THen Charrie wouldnt have this emotional bond to him.

"Good. DOnt try to cut Char. I love you so much. Ill even distract you with everything I have if I need to" he heard her say she wanted it and he just shook his head. He couldnt let her have a knife no matter how much she begged him. She threw out all his alcohol and he hid the knives. "Dont you go trying to sneak off and cut. Okay?" he pulled her close to his chest, pressing his lips against hers to distract her from cutting. If he was lucky, maybe she'd want him more than the knives.

When he pulled away, he noticed that she was more focused on the jogging than the knives now. At least they could forget about that for now. When he was ready to leave for the jog, he was only expecting running through the park or something, maybe that was it. BUt when she said she wouldnt sleep with him, he frowned "You're so mean. You're not supposed to love me for my body" he whined a little but felt the pressure. If he couldnt sleep with Charrie, he needed to get healthy "Okay let's go"

When they headed to her place, he waited in the car, not hesitating to take her advice anymore. He'd already learned she was usually right. As they waited, he saw Charrie come back in a rush. WHen Mason looked back, he saw her father with a shotgun. "Oh shit! Hurry Dale. Dont let him follow you. I thought I would die soon, but not from a shotgun!" he ducked down and held his breath as Dale drove around to the park.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 326d 12h 8m 14s
She just laughed at him calling Heath perfect. She didn’t think Heath was perfect all, actually pretty far from it. He was annoying and... Okay, maybe he was sort of perfect. Every time he annoyed her he did it for her own good. He always did the right thing and he always pushed her to be her best. He even stopped every temptation guys had. He didn’t try to convince her to sleep with her when she said she couldn’t. Damn, no wonder Mason was jealous. It’s not like she needed someone perfect though. Mason was her perfection minus the alcoholic issues.

“Huh... I guess he is perfect isn’t he?” She was lost in thought. She was just glad he didn’t overly react like she thought he would. Back then, they probably both would over react to the top if they almost slept with someone else. Jealousy played a big factor in their life. She just hoped that he wouldn’t mind if she kept contact with Heath for a long time.

“You will,” She promised “and I will too. I don’t want to hate myself but I just do. I’m already doing that. I try my best not to cut so that I don’t make everyone else upset, especially you.” Then he said about slapping her again. She set a hard look on him.

“I dare you to slap me again and you’ll see how it goes,” She warned. That last slap shocked her and she did not want another one. She wouldn’t let anyone even poke her, let go slap. He was lucky that she loved him. She felt guilty for asking him to do it but it would just relief it all. Just for a minute and than she’ll stop. She won’t do it again. Although, every time she would say something like that, Heath would ignore her or give her a rubber duck and told her to try to cut with that.

“I want it...” She muttered and felt his arms around her, comforting her. He was there, she wasn’t back there and maybe she can pretend like it never happen. Was that even possible? To forget everything she did? She couldn’t forgive herself. If she couldn’t forgive herself, she’d never get over abusing herself. Even if she was to stop cutting, those emotions would still be there. She held onto him to him tightly, wanting something to relief this guilt. Having someone around usually helped her calm down and decrease it.

As the subject of jogging came through, she meant it. She wasn’t going to be very kind about it either. She was going to torment Mason with exercise. She did not want him to stay so thin and unhealthy. She wanted him in top health and hell, maybe she could even train him to know at least basic fighting so that he could fend for himself if he got in trouble.

“That’s exactly why we’re going jogging. If you don’t become fit, I’m not sleeping with that body,” She pressured him a little. She wanted to encourage him to get up and start moving around. She wasn’t going to leave him behind, not unless he was slow as a turtle. She’ll come back for him though. He changed and she just smirked at what hell he was going to go through.

“Yea, you’re right. My father wouldn’t have to do it if you don’t run fast enough. If I chased you around with a gun, would you run as fast as you can?” She pondered at the little joke. She grabbed his hand and then they went downstairs to see the car arrive. She went into the car and waited until they drove to her home.

“I suggest you don’t come in with me if you want my dad not to kill you,” She mentioned and then knocked on her door. Her dad was the one to answer and he looked as if he was betrayed. She said she had to tell him, after she changed. She got up into her old room and changed into some of her old clothes. She wore black short shorts and a tank top and tied her up. She went downstairs again and then blurt out “I’m moving in with Mason!” as she ran out the door and rushed to get into the car. Her dad was about to come right after them.

“Dale, drive quick to the park before my dad comes and kills Mason,” She suggested. She looked over at the door of her house to see her dad with a shot gun. Shit...! He wasn’t playing around.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 326d 13h 5m 3s
Mason felt like they were getting better at least. He knew that Heath was forced to watch out for Charrie and he knew that he was a guy. Even before they were a couple, Mason had been trying to get in her pants "Okay okay. Whatever. I dont want to talk about Mr. Perfect anymore!" he shook his head irritatedly and he just laid beside her, listening to her speak. Of course her reassurance made him feel so much better. She loved him like a girlfriend should and it's not like she was trying to go out with Heath too. He just had to accept the fact that she needed him in a way that Mason couldnt provide. No matter what happened, Heath would always be stuck with them in a way. Possibly even if they were married.

"I hope I get better than before. Im sure you will too Charrie. YOu're stronger than I am and Im sure you can stop this cutting. You dont need to do it. Dont hate yourself. As long as you do the good intentions, you'll be okay. You're not useless. Look what you've done to me. I havent thought about you know what in a day. We're doing okay. YOu're getting better too. Just thinking of you cutting isnt exactly a good thing. If you dont want to hurt me anymore, dont cut. Just let me slap you" he tried to lift a smile, before he heard her asking him to get her what he was thinking. "No Charrie. YOu dont need it!" he tried to tell her. He held his arms around her, trying to hold off her urge. He would stay beside her the rest of the week if he needed to just so she could stop. "Shh, you'll be okay" he ran his fingers along her arm before she spoke.

"Jogging? But CHar....I havent jogged in ages. The wind will blow me away. Look how thin I am!" he complained and sat up, watching her before shaking his head. "Okay Ill come with you and then we can jog. Just dont leave me behind" he sighed and stood on his feet. At least they both got the hard part out of the way. They let out both their secrets and they were already on their way to becoming better people. WHen he shuffled through his closet, he changed into some basketball shorts and a wifebeater before looking up at her. "Oh gosh. I feel like IM going to pass out on the run. YOur father wont have to plot my death!" he chuckled and stood on his feet, calling Dale to pick them up.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 326d 13h 46m 21s
“I wish we spend three years together too. I hoped it wouldn’t take that long but at least it’s not longer or forever. Who knows what we’ve done by now if we didn’t have to split. I always thought that when I was over there and you were here,” She admitted. There was bunch of what if’s and the more she thought about it back there, the more she regretted going into hiding. She softly smiled at him knowing it wasn’t his fault that he lost his mind yesterday. She got it. She was in a bad stage too but better because of Heath and she would do crazier stuff than Mase did yesterday.

“It’s okay. You couldn’t help it. It’s an addiction, I get that,” She assured. She just didn’t want him to take it further that’s all. She couldn’t imagine if it got worse. If it got worse, she knew she’d get worse. If he did drink so much that it killed him, she’d probably end herself too. She’s always hated tragedies, didn’t think she may live in one. If she had anything to do about it, she won’t let it happen. They lived one life as so far as they know and she wanted to live this one with him and not have to die because of each other. Everything he felt, she felt around the same. Their moods were always matching, even if their personalities were sort of far off.

“He was just doing his job. My dad told him to keep us apart. We were lucky to even have some time,” She shrugged “Well, guys have temptations Mase, you should know all about it. He gave in, giving me a chance to move on but he let go in the end. I know it hurts to hear that I almost did this...but don’t be mad at him. He yells at me all the time. Later on I think about what he says and I become better. I’ll always love you and I wouldn’t want to get into bed with someone else and hurt you.” She really did love him. She wouldn’t have tried so hard to come back if she didn’t. Going through all of these problems, they deserved to have a happy ending. She couldn’t wait till he stopped being an alcoholic and she stopped cutting. Then they could just be a normal couple. She was surprised when he said she wasn’t a meat heat. She was sure she was. Although, what he said made her smile and felt that feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her she really loved him. She liked compliments, being flattered, as long as it was a complete stranger.

“Not all good intentions end with good actions,” She mentioned “It’s a good thing you think of me like that. I just see myself as a stupid, cold, meat head with anger issues and so insecure and useless...and many other things.” The more they talked about getting back to their old self’s the more she couldn’t wait. It was better to stay positive even though she hasn’t done that for so long.

“You won’t be exactly the same. You’re probably going to be better than before,” She assured. Every problem a person overcomes; it makes them a better person. She went asleep with that nightmare and woke up feeling like shit. She noticed Mason was still there. She just had the urge to cut, so those people she shot got pay back. It was karma. Because she shot them, she had to do this.

“Mase... Can you...” She strolled but knew he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t give her a single thing that was sharp to do it. She bit her lip and just huddled up her knees against her chest.

“I’m such a bad person. I was just going to ask if you could give me... I know you won’t,” She barely could make the words out and knew she had to calm down. It was just a dream and it wasn’t her fault. They asked for it. They wanted her dead so that she could have never arrived back and never meet Mason again and have a tragedy. She took a deep breath and faced him.

“Are you just going to stare at me for twenty four hours and mope around about our issues?” she asked and then remembered “I should go over to my parent’s house. If I’m going to stay here, I’ve got to at least tell them and get my dad not to plot your death. Reminds me... I should go jogging out soon. If I sit for too long, I won’t be as strong and you’re coming with me.”

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 326d 14h 3m 33s
Mason still felt like maybe her and Heath were so much closer. THree years in a foreign country. That was more than enough time to start a secret relationship or even do something they'd both regret. He wasnt sure what he was feeling, but the thought of the two of them together always made him so irritated. It was either the fact that she was with another guy about the same time she was with him, or maybe it was just because it was Heath. He hated how Heath didnt care one bit about what he said to people. Especially him. He knew that he was doing what was best for Charrie, Mason just felt so angry when he couldnt say anything back. What could he say? He was practically perfect!

But when Charrie explained what was wrong, he could understand. She just didnt want him to hurt more than she already did. He was going through so much and she was just going to add to the problem if she dumped hers onto his as well. He felt like she really cared from him and that was one good thing about their relationship. Even if their lives were screwed up at the moment, the two could still depend on each other for comfort and reassurance. "I know Im closer in just overall years. I just wish those three years were spent with me romantically. It feels like we kind of have to start over" he sighed a little and shook his head. "Im sorry for getting all crazy yesterday. I mean...you took the alcohol away and there was so much to take in. I needed to relax and take a breather" he admitted. Yesterday went horribly. It made him realize though that he needed to start working on things. Trying to fix up his life so that he didnt end up killing himself, and so that he could make Heath see that he truly belonged to CHarrie.

"I guess you're right. He did sort of like us in the beginning. But it always felt like he was also keeping me from you. He didnt trust me to keep you safe. But I cant blame him. Still, he could of supported our relationship and not try to give in and sleep with you. But at the end of the day you held off and IM glad for that. Im glad you love me the way you do. It makes me feel so much better that you're here and that you still care so much" he smiled and agreed not to go all mad scientist on Heath. He just wouldnt be his best friend either.

"I may be a genius, but you are not a meat head. You're smart. You defend the people you love, and you have good intentions. Dont think of yourself that way. I did and now I realized that if you do what you're good at, you're not a meat head at all" he kept his arms around her as he smiled "I just realized that it's time to do something now that you're back. I cant keep sulking and accepting everyone's thoughts about me. Im going to try and get back to the old me. The one people respected. Right now, you're the only one who sees it" he leaned over, kissing her cheek softly as he stayed beside her. He wanted her to sleep, but he wanted to make sure she didnt hurt herself either. He wouldnt drink. Why would he? He had a beer in his hands. He just wouldnt have the drunk effect, but at least he could have the taste. Keeping her in his arms, he tried to comfort her, running his fingers through her hair softly as she slept. In her sleep she was beautiful. She was quiet and just so cute. He missed their lives before all this happened, but he knew that they could fix it one step at a time.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 326d 14h 45m 27s
She knew that he was right but she didn’t expect to be forgiven. She did almost sleep with Heath weather she meant to or not. If it was the other way around and it was Prim, she would have burned Prim alive. That may be her anger issues talking though. The rate he was talking and the things he were saying made her think she was in some kind of dream. Just yesterday night, he was completely bipolar to what he was now or maybe that was just how she viewed it. She could barely remember from all the tiredness.

“You’re right... I would have burned Prim alive if you did that. I don’t need you to forgive me. And thanks for saying I don’t have to change,” She smiled feeling relieved. Then it dropped down low to what he felt of her and Heath. She didn’t like it that he felt this way. She sat up from the bed and frowned “Hey, you’re closer to me. I’ve known you since birth. Three years can’t compare to almost my entire life. And Mase, it’s not that he can fix my problems. He can’t, he just helps me out. And I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I depended on him for three years and I’ve gotten used to it. You lost your mind, start yelling and getting emotional... I just didn’t know what to do to make you better. And while I was trying to make you feel better, I felt terrible of what I did and I couldn’t turn to you, you’re the person I hurt. You’re already trying to handle your own issues; I couldn’t just tell you that I felt guilty for what I did to make this all happen. I’m getting better at this cutting thing and I’m the stronger one, so I just wanted to help you and fix my problems later. I told Heath just to leave me alone too, so...he’s not going to help me out anymore.” Why did she always manage to screw things up? He was right. She did turn to Heath for help but she didn’t believe Mase could help her out because he was in messed up state. She loved him and if she tried to lean on him while he was losing it, it would just make it worse.

“It’s not his fault, it just sort of happened like that. We never even thought of it but yea, you don’t have to worry about that. He won’t. I’d doubt it. So don’t go mad scientists okay? He’s not like Prim who wouldn’t give a shit about you, he cares. He even liked us getting together really long and go. When we slept with each other, he could have just broke the door and drag me out but he didn’t,” She had reminded him. She understood where Mase was coming from though. She didn’t want the two of them to fight. There was no need to cause another war with someone else. Her eyes were slowly dropping as he watched him text. So, he wasn’t so completely alone. He left the room and she started to sink into the bed. Just as she was about to close her eyes he arrived back and apparently he noticed. She got up again and cleaned up the cut. She bit on her lip at the stinging over her wrist.

“Healing water, huh,” She laughed “Damn, my boyfriend is the genius while I’m just the meat head. Odd.” As soon as he told her he wasn’t going to drink she already had doubts that he would. He said that before and he did but then she listened on. It could work.

“That’s a good idea,” She assured. What was the sudden change in him? She wasn’t so sure what made him suddenly take charge of everything. She kind of liked it. She didn’t feel like she needed to watch over him as much but it still didn’t make sense.

“Good, I’m glad you figured something out. You weren’t like this yesterday, what happened?” She asked and after that she sunk in the bed. She closed her eyes and let the sleep take over her. There would be times where sleeping felt great and other times she was sucked back into memories of happened or the guilt of what she did. She was tossing around all over again trying to shake the dream out of her head but it wouldn’t go. People were dead. It was her fault. There was so many ways to fix the future but she couldn’t because it was too late. She whined as they continued. She eventually woke up and her eyes met the ceiling. She had tear strains down her cheeks and some leftover in her eyes. She wiped them out and heavily breathed out. She raised her wrist and stared at the craving to go and do it. There were no blades around here. She could use anything that was straight and keep rubbing it against her skin, push pin, staple and such. Instead she buried her face into the pillow and wait for the depression to pass by.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 326d 17h 12m 7s
Mason was still waking up. He had to trust her, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didnt trust her. If she said it was nothing, then he would put his trust in her. If she ever hurt him again, he didnt know what he'd do. "Char....I trust you. It's just....how would you feel if I almost slept with Prim? I dont think you'd forgive me. I mean if you say it's nothing then I believe you. I just dont want to be left how I was when you were gone. You dont have to change for me or anything. If you want to hang out with Heath....I get that too. You're closer to him than you are to me anyways. It's better for you if you do I guess. Apparently my tactics arent helping you at all. It seems like Heath can fix your problems. Im just here to make you feel loved. Other than that...I feel like you dont really need me" he started to say honestly.

Mason truly loved her, but it was hard enough they were having so much problems. Not to mention his alcohol rage. If he distracted himself with something, then he could get this problem out of his head. But what? "I mean it CHarrie. I trust you. I know you love me. And I know he's there for you too...so I will just have to accept that. BUt if he ever tries to sleep with you again! Im going to fucking kill him! In my own way!" he said softly. Heath may have the muscles, but Mason was smart and strong in hiw own way. Maybe he could poison his drinking water. Or inject him with an overload of strong acid. That would get him out of the way. He may think Mason was someone not even worth his time, or worth being friends with. He didnt care. THat man tried to sleep with CHarrie to make her forget about Mason. He was an enemy.

As Mason stood up, he thought of what he could do. Maybe he could visit his old friends. Invite them over for pizza and video games. That would keep his mind off of the alcohol. Sending a few texts to Mark and Vince, he invited them over. The three kept in touch, he just never went out with them when he was invited.

Once he stood on his feet, he saw the cuts on Charrie's wrist and he knew she hadnt cleaned it yet. This was bad. WHo knows what bacteria had been on that knife, or how many toxins were in the air right now. He wasnt going to allow her to have it infected. He headed into his lab, pulling out some antibiotic concoctions he made and then a bandage. When he entered his room, he poured it on some cotton balls and looked up at her. "This will sting, so hold still" he cleaned off her wound and placed a bandaid on top. "It should be healed by tomorrow. It's my secret concoctions. I invented it. It's still being patented, but by Christmas it'll be on the market. Im calling it. Mason's healing water" he chuckled a little and shook his head. "Dont worry. Im not going to drink any alcohol. I've already made a substitute to keep me sane for the next week. I made a bottle of 'fake' alcohol. It looks and tastes like beer. But there is zero percent alcohol. It's mostly apple juice. I can trick my brain on these for the next week until Im okay" he smiled up at her, knowing that once he wa able to get some rest, that was when his brain started working. He wasnt that much of an idiot that everyone thought. He worked for the US chemical weapons industry. He was smart when he needed to be. "You sleep. I have no alcohol in the apartment. Just a ton of this Mason's healing beer!" he felt proud that he came up with this. He should of thought of this sooner.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 326d 18h 5m 33s
She managed to get some sleep, maybe two hours or so. It was better than nothing. She instantly picked up the sound of Mason waking up and opened her eyes. Normally, it would be so hard for her to get up a long time ago but now she instantly woke up. She watched him for a good long minute and saw that he seemed back to normal. It was going to be one hell of a roller coaster ride these days. She’ll go through with it knowing that it would get better. It had to.

“I’m fine,” She muttered and smiled a little that he was going to let her sleep longer. She noticed how tired her voice sounded. She was still tired from not getting enough sleep. Not having enough sleep would also encourage negative thoughts. She smiled at his hands wrapping around her waist. It gave a great feeling to be near him, especially when they weren’t fighting or losing their minds. She wondered if he actually meant it, that he trusted her. She didn’t mean to get close to Heath like that. It just sort of happened. They never got close to each other, never really touched except a hug, never kissed until one night everything crashed down. She didn’t notice what she was doing until three minutes in. God, did she feel guilty about it. She knew she couldn’t be forgiven for it but she just wanted him to know that she meant nothing by it.

“I hope you mean it. I’ll trust that you mean it for now though,” She promised “We’ll get better. We have to.” She really liked it when he wasn’t out of his mind and neither was she. Why couldn’t their problems magically go away? Wouldn’t that be great? She stretched her arms out and felt the cut sting. She looked at her wrist and remembered that she forgot to clean it. Most of the time it wouldn’t get infected but it could. She’ll do it soon, just not now but she tended to procrastinate. She’ll deal with it on her own time. It was really disgusting to look at her completely injured wrists. She looked away from it and then turned to Mason “Are you feeling any better? You don’t feel completely in hell now, do you? I’m sorry for having to tell you, I just didn’t want to lie. Although, maybe I shouldn’t have, you didn’t need to hear it since it was so short lived.” She slowly closed her eyes. She wanted to sleep and worry about everything else later. It probably wouldn’t get infected anyway. Then she opened her eyes remembering something. If she slept, he could do whatever he wanted.

“I swear to god Mason, if you go and buy another bottle of alcohol, I’ll drop it on your head instead of out the window. I know it sounds harsh but I’m just too tired to even come up with a nice way to put it.” She practically threatened. She didn’t intend to do what she said but she hoped it may scare him out of it.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 326d 20h 4m 47s
Mason was just so depressed. He didnt think that all those would make him so sick to the point of just shriveling up and hiding in his bed. He didnt think there was anything left that they had to do when she came back. All he thought was that they would finally be back together. Happy and in love again, just like they left. He knew those three years caused some damage, but he didnt know it was this bad. To the point where he just wanted to waste all that struggle and end his life already. He really wanted to just give up and forget about everything. He would just linger in his dreams from those two days that he had with Charrie. When the only thing bothering them was Heath. But how could that ever happen again.

Trusting Charrie was so hard. Not after she told him that she almost slept with the man. No matter how depressed or to the point of suicide he was in, he didnt try to sleep with anyone. For some reason, it was only special with CHarrie. No other girl was that close to him. NO other girl so near who cared enough to see him smile. To see him become strong again, and was the only person who believed he could get better. There was no one else willing to stay with him and try to figure out his problems. But she didnt get it either. What made him upset was the fact that she was going to Heath for all of her problems. Like he was just some helpless kid who needed her protection and guidance. Why couldnt he help her? WHy couldnt she trust him to make her smile, to make her feel like she could get over this problem as well. He felt like it wasnt him she ever needed this whole time. She needed Heath. He would just be the guy around when she wasnt feeling loved. WHen she wanted to sleep with someone. WHen she wanted to feel that good feeling inside that there was someone there. She was different from him. She could depend and love two people. Mason only loved her and his family. But his family wasnt doing much. Maybe it was time to approach them. Maybe that offer his mom had of going to rehab would help. Because right now, being with Charrie comforted him. But maybe Heath was right. Maybe he was feeding into her cutting.

When he woke up, he rubbed his eyes, sighing softly. The only good thing he felt right now was that he no longer had a hangover. Everything else wasnt going too well. He thought about it in his dreams. He decided to put more faith into their relationship. He would trust her more, after all, he had nothing left to lose. All he had was Charrie, so if she wanted him to trust her, he would. Even if he did someone like Heath in his life, he didnt know if he would be doing the same thing as her. Probably not. He wouldnt try to sleep with them, but he would sure depend on them for help too. More than your lover? Maybe, but it still wasnt fair. What kind of relationship did they have if she didnt think he could help her. If she just took care of him like a baby. He needed to step it up, and she needed to feel comfortable telling him her problems.

If Heath was going to take her away to get her help, he might as well go back to his parents. He didnt want to be the only one staying sick. Shaking his head, he rubbed his eyes and saw Charrie beside him. This was it. He was going to try and be better. He would get over this alcohol thing and help her out. It seemed like he was only making everything worse. "Morning.....Are you okay? YOu should get some sleep. You havent slept that much" he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist and sighing sadly. "I trust you. And I dont care what happens as long as we're better" he told her confidently. He had to do something, not just lay there and be such a cry baby.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 327d 26m 57s
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