Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Lady-killer

Chapter 42: Lady-killer

My doll Shann is a picture and a half. She is thin, has an hourglass figure, and is full of insecurities. I will make sure she sees herself as the fae she is. Only if my head stops hurting, and my hands stop with the shaking. Cold Turkey is never good.

"Bonns? I brought you the pills. The alchemist said we can come back for more, once we ran out," Shann comes in my dimly lit room, and then places a bag on the nightstand. I smile at her.

"Hey, what time is it?" I uncurl from my fetal position, and then do my best to prop myself on the bed. Shann, the dear doll that she is, helps me.

"About eight. I called to your office, and told them you need a sick leave for the next month. Why didn't you call them yourself, Bonns?" Ah, and the doll has this stern look in her eyes, which leads me to believe that this is not her first life. I don't pressure her into telling me, though.

Most Heroes of Ultimate Fate don't oust themselves, anymore. Not after what happened with Johnny. Wood Johnny. What a waste of a young life…

"Doll, never mind that. Why don't we go and take a shower together?" I ask with a wink. She chuckles, and then makes a show of sniffing me.

"Mm, yeah. You do need a shower," I mock swat her on the bum, and she waves a finger at me.

"No seven minutes in heaven for you, until your shakes stop," ah, come on, doll, don't be like that. I bow my head. "Come on, now, drink your pill."

I take the white pill in my hand, and then accept the glass of water. My hands shake so much, that Shann has to steady the glass in my hand. She manages to make me drink, and then takes the glass, and places it on the nightstand.

Thereafter, despite my sweat threatening to make even me sick, she moves around the bed, and then lies on the other side. She props herself to the side, and then takes a hold of my hand. I give her hand a light squeeze. If she minds my hand shaking all the while, she does not comment on it.

"So, I heard a rumor today," Shann tells me, as she brings my hand to her lips. "This Yule, there will be a house decorating competition."

"Oh, really?" I wonder where she is going with this.

"Yes, for couples," her eyes are twinkling, as she says that.

"With children?" I ask, hopeful. In the state I am in, I will be more hindrance than help, with the decorating.

"Everything goes," she tugs my hand when the shaking stops. Thank God for the Narcan.

"I was thinking," my lips are stopped by a kiss, and my eyes widen. We have been together for only a week, and this is the first time Shann uses a kiss to silence me.

I can taste it on her tongue. She has eaten pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast. I look at the nightstand. Sure enough, there was a plate for me there. She releases my lips, and follows my gaze.

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"You didn't eat?" She sounds disappointed. I don't want her to be.

"How about this game plan? You and I will hit the bathroom, and then share the breakfast?" I wink at her, but she shakes her head.

"You will eat your whole breakfast, by yourself. Even if I have to feed you. But I will come with you in the shower," well, that is better than nothing. More than that, I have always wanted for a girlfriend to feed me my breakfast.

The thing about me is that… I am as flat as a board. Most people think I am a trap of legends. If the Lich Lord Joe had not killed them all off, and erased the secret of the traps, before he died, then people would glare at me in the streets.

What I get from them, is their pity. When you are ugly, the entire world pities you. Then again, some do not. But I don't like getting hung up on those people. They have marred my childhood in black already.

"Come on, Bonns. Up you go," with a pull I would not associate with her, she tugs me out of the sweat drenched bed, and ushers me to the bathroom. I follow her, the Narcan clearing my head, little by little. She must have gotten me the fast acting one. And that costs a fortune.

I try not to think about her tapping in on her savings, so my shakes can subside. I still remember that lazy December day, when we talked for hours about robbing a bank. Neither of us is rich.

As she washes me, I take her in. I breathe in her scent, and marinate in my guilt about what I am doing to her. Yet, I know, that if I push her away, I will be back to eating troll's thumb by the packets.

"Hey, doll," I say, as she scrubs my back. The water is filled with foam, and is still warm. I don't allow for it to lull me into oblivion. I need to get this right. "If you ever want for us to be over. If you ever feel that the weight is too heavy…"

"Don't say that, Bonns," Shann tells me, and then moves to scrub my legs. She twirls the sponge expertly. As if she has done this for someone else, long ago. I don't want to ask. I know she has her demons. "You are trying to change, and that is better than 70% of the people out there. Remember, the healer said that you need to go cold turkey for a month. A month and you are free."

A month, yes. But can I make it? I look into Shann's heart shaped face, and try to drink in every detail. From the beauty spot over her right corner of her lips, to the small wrinkles on her forehead.

She is delicate, but has a fighting spirit in her. And me? Well, I am tough on the outside, but I still lean in on others. What does that say about me?

Troll's Thumb is a modern pandemic. There are no animals involved. Just humans and humanoids all the way. One may ask, just why they would ruin lives. Why would a drug be sold in the supermarket?

Money makes the world go round…

Until it does not, and the addicts are all dead.

 

 

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