Reggo
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A snippet to tide you over to the next chapter. 
Sorry it's not longer.
Disclaimer: Poppycock, balderdash, and a lot of other British words that mean that what I'm about to post is nonsense.
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"She left," Bono says loudly.
"Yeah, she did," Dave sighs and walks into the house, shrugging at Morleigh.
"But she left," Bono repeats.
"Get over it, Bono. Lucy left. And took the baby with her," Dave starts up the stairs and sees me hugging my knees at the top of them. "I'm sorry, Adam." I don't look at him, just at the spot of wall I've decided is interesting. He can see my eyes welled up, even though I'm trying to hide my face behind my arms. I sniffle and wipe away a tear before it has the chance to fall.
"Why do I care? Just another girl. Just another stupid girl. They come and they go. Why is this one any different?" I say, not moving.
"Stacie," Dave says plainly. "You've been with her for four years. For you, that's a long time. You love her, and you know you do."
I nod, staying as stoic as possible.
"Adam?" Dave asks.
"Leave me alone, please," I whisper, choking up.
"No. Not until you're over this," Dave says firmly.
"My wife and daughter just walked out that door. I might never see them again. Don't you remember what it was like when you knew you and Aislinn were over? You should understand what I'm going through," I say.
"Yes, I do. That's why I won't let you alone. You'll sneak out of here and go buy more wine or beer or something and start this all over again."
I can't hold it in anymore, or else I'll explode, and I start to cry. "She'll have to spend the night in Paris if she's taking the train at this hour."
Dave puts his arm around my shoulders. "That doesn't mean she's going straight to Larry. She could just go straight home, like she said she was going to."
"And who do you think she'll call when she gets there?"
"If she has a brain in her head, she'll call one of us here," Dave pats my back. "Adam. It'll all be alright. You'll see."
I nod, stand up, go to my bedroom and lock the door. I cry into my pillows and hold the one that smells like Lucy close. And as I'm breathing her in, I imagine her and Larry in bed together, him spooning her. Her asleep and his chin near the top of her head. He looks down and takes a deep breath in. He knows this scent. He knows what Lucy smells like. He knows what place on her neck to kiss her to rouse her out of even the deepest sleep. And then my imagination wanders. You are as abandoned and noisy as any character in a porn film, Lucy. You are Larry's plaything, responding to his touch with shrieks of orgasmic delight. No woman in the history of the world is having better sex than the sex you are having with Larry...in my head. I punch my pillows and throw hers across the room and kick the covers off me as I sit up and scream at the top of my lungs.
"Goddamn it! Why would you do this to me, Lucy?" I gather up whatever of her things she's left behind and throw them out the door, then slam it, lock it again, and slide my back down it to the floor. "Why? Why am I not enough? Why was I so easy to cast aside?"
"You're not going to get an answer holed up in your room," Dave says through the keyhole.
"I should follow her," I sigh. "Shouldn't I?"
"If you want to keep her, yeah. I can't tell you what she'll do, Adam. I really can't. She's hurt, she's angry with you, and yet she's very concerned about you and making sure you get sober again. Girls are unpredictable. They're mad. Who knows why they do half the things they do?" Dave chuckles and I feel a little bit better. "I think you both need to find a way to forgive each other for all that's come between you recently. Even if it means you don't get back together. At least you can be friends, for Stacie."
Stacie. My little ray of sunshine. And I pushed even her away because I wanted to drink. It didn't solve anything, bingeing on wine. I feel worse than I did before the first cork came out. Idiot. Prat. Git. Moron.
"You alright, Adam?" Dave asks.
"Yeah. I think I'm going to stay here for a while. Figure things out," I say, standing. I open the door and Dave half-smiles at me.
"Whatever's best for you. Bono's leaving soon for...Jeez, I think he's got a full month solid of meetings and appearances he's got to go to. Morleigh wants to stay here as long as she can, but with the older girls finishing school soon, I think I'm going to have to go back to Ireland. And God knows what Lardence is up to," Dave rolls his eyes. "Well, anyway. You have to do whatever's best for you. I'm just a bit worried about you being here all alone."
"Don't. I can act like a grown-up. No alcohol. I promise," I put my hand over my heart and sigh. No alcohol, no women, and no Stacie to keep me company either. It's going to be very lonely.
Sorry it's not longer.Disclaimer: Poppycock, balderdash, and a lot of other British words that mean that what I'm about to post is nonsense.
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"She left," Bono says loudly.
"Yeah, she did," Dave sighs and walks into the house, shrugging at Morleigh.
"But she left," Bono repeats.
"Get over it, Bono. Lucy left. And took the baby with her," Dave starts up the stairs and sees me hugging my knees at the top of them. "I'm sorry, Adam." I don't look at him, just at the spot of wall I've decided is interesting. He can see my eyes welled up, even though I'm trying to hide my face behind my arms. I sniffle and wipe away a tear before it has the chance to fall.
"Why do I care? Just another girl. Just another stupid girl. They come and they go. Why is this one any different?" I say, not moving.
"Stacie," Dave says plainly. "You've been with her for four years. For you, that's a long time. You love her, and you know you do."
I nod, staying as stoic as possible.
"Adam?" Dave asks.
"Leave me alone, please," I whisper, choking up.
"No. Not until you're over this," Dave says firmly.
"My wife and daughter just walked out that door. I might never see them again. Don't you remember what it was like when you knew you and Aislinn were over? You should understand what I'm going through," I say.
"Yes, I do. That's why I won't let you alone. You'll sneak out of here and go buy more wine or beer or something and start this all over again."
I can't hold it in anymore, or else I'll explode, and I start to cry. "She'll have to spend the night in Paris if she's taking the train at this hour."
Dave puts his arm around my shoulders. "That doesn't mean she's going straight to Larry. She could just go straight home, like she said she was going to."
"And who do you think she'll call when she gets there?"
"If she has a brain in her head, she'll call one of us here," Dave pats my back. "Adam. It'll all be alright. You'll see."
I nod, stand up, go to my bedroom and lock the door. I cry into my pillows and hold the one that smells like Lucy close. And as I'm breathing her in, I imagine her and Larry in bed together, him spooning her. Her asleep and his chin near the top of her head. He looks down and takes a deep breath in. He knows this scent. He knows what Lucy smells like. He knows what place on her neck to kiss her to rouse her out of even the deepest sleep. And then my imagination wanders. You are as abandoned and noisy as any character in a porn film, Lucy. You are Larry's plaything, responding to his touch with shrieks of orgasmic delight. No woman in the history of the world is having better sex than the sex you are having with Larry...in my head. I punch my pillows and throw hers across the room and kick the covers off me as I sit up and scream at the top of my lungs.
"Goddamn it! Why would you do this to me, Lucy?" I gather up whatever of her things she's left behind and throw them out the door, then slam it, lock it again, and slide my back down it to the floor. "Why? Why am I not enough? Why was I so easy to cast aside?"
"You're not going to get an answer holed up in your room," Dave says through the keyhole.
"I should follow her," I sigh. "Shouldn't I?"
"If you want to keep her, yeah. I can't tell you what she'll do, Adam. I really can't. She's hurt, she's angry with you, and yet she's very concerned about you and making sure you get sober again. Girls are unpredictable. They're mad. Who knows why they do half the things they do?" Dave chuckles and I feel a little bit better. "I think you both need to find a way to forgive each other for all that's come between you recently. Even if it means you don't get back together. At least you can be friends, for Stacie."
Stacie. My little ray of sunshine. And I pushed even her away because I wanted to drink. It didn't solve anything, bingeing on wine. I feel worse than I did before the first cork came out. Idiot. Prat. Git. Moron.
"You alright, Adam?" Dave asks.
"Yeah. I think I'm going to stay here for a while. Figure things out," I say, standing. I open the door and Dave half-smiles at me.
"Whatever's best for you. Bono's leaving soon for...Jeez, I think he's got a full month solid of meetings and appearances he's got to go to. Morleigh wants to stay here as long as she can, but with the older girls finishing school soon, I think I'm going to have to go back to Ireland. And God knows what Lardence is up to," Dave rolls his eyes. "Well, anyway. You have to do whatever's best for you. I'm just a bit worried about you being here all alone."
"Don't. I can act like a grown-up. No alcohol. I promise," I put my hand over my heart and sigh. No alcohol, no women, and no Stacie to keep me company either. It's going to be very lonely.
larry fix. 
You know I love this. 
