Twisted 8
Marshall blindly storms off to
his bedroom, and goes into the bathroom and splashes cold water on his face,
trying desperately to get a hold on his hurt feelings and the urge to straggle
Elton.
“Fuck It! Chalk it up to another
TWISTED relationship that you’ve fucked up.” Marshall thinks to himself,
staring at his reflection in the mirror.
Marshall pulls his suitcase from
the closet and throws it up on the bed, then walks over to the dresser and
grabs a hand full of clothes, as he begins to shove the clothes into the
suitcase a baggie falls from a side pocket onto the bed, and he slowly picks it
up and sits down on the bed.
“All I’ve ever wanted was to love
someone and have them love me . . . . or at least pretend they do . . . I
really thought he’d at least be around for a little while . . . . . I’m really
not as bad as people say . . . . . or am I dumb, pathic, stupid, asshole, white
trash, scum of the earth, sick, homophobic . . . . that’s a laugh, but I guess
you already know that . . . I guess Everyone can’t be wrong . . . . . You’re supposed to be the only one that can
truly see in my heart, so am I as worthless as everyone says? . . . cause I
sure can’t seem to get relationships things to work . . . . . . .” Marshall
sincerely explains to God as he continues sit on the bed, holding onto the
baggie occasionally glancing at it as he speaks.
“You know, I never thought I was
sentimental.” Marshall comments with a laugh flopping back onto the bed,
slightly twisting the baggie around between his fingers.
“I don’t even know why I took it,
it ani’t like he gave it to me or anything.” Marshall says, getting up and
laying the baggie down on the bed.
After getting up and packing
Marshall calls information that connects him to Brimstone Hotel, which
according to the operator is the best in Manchester England, and he sadly makes
reservations. After hanging up the phone Marshall picks up the baggie again,
his mind wondering off to Elton, and him being one of the few friends that he
had, but slowly drags himself off the bed and goes to the bathroom to retrieve
his personally things.
“Your leaving?” Elton sadly asks,
not really knowing what to say, as Marshall comes from the bathroom and throws
the rest of the stuff in his suitcase.
“I’m sorry about earlier. I
didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I was just surprised . . . .” Elton
sincerely says but stops mid sentences, when he notices a baggie on the bed,
when Marshall lifts the suitcase off the bed and turns around to set in by the
door.
When Marshall turns back around
to zip up his backpack he notices Elton staring at the baggie.
“I thought you didn’t do . . . .” Elton says almost in tears, as his
eyes connect with his Baby’s devastated eyes.
Marshall’s heartbreaks, but he
calmly grabs his backpack from the bed, also picking up the baggie and tossing
it to Elton, and him catching it and realizing it’s not marijuana it’s a dried
up flower, as Marshall quickly leaves the room.
“MARSAHLL!” Elton yells out in a
panic, as he quickly tries to catch up with his Baby in the hallway.
“Wait!” Elton pleads catching up
with his Baby that continues to walk, that’s trying desperately to ignore him.
“I’m sorry I truly . . . .” Elton
starts to say but stops, as his Baby turns around and he can see the obvious hurt
in his eyes.
“It’s okay Elton.” Marshall
sincerely says, but Elton can hear the obvious hurt in his Baby’s voice.
“Here.” Elton sadly whispers, as
he tries to hand the baggie to his Baby, but he nervously pushes it back toward
him.
“It belongs to you . . . . . I
took it.” Marshall nervously mumbles, quickly turning around and walking away.
Elton looks down at the baggie,
totally confused for several minutes, before realizing it’s not the rose that
his Baby broke, and not any type of rose that he has in his garden, and by
looks of it to dried up to be a reset rose.
“I don’t understand.” Elton says
in a confused tone, rushing down the hall and stopping at the top of the steps
as Marshall stops in the middle of the staircase, but doesn’t turn around.
“It’s the rose from your hotel
room . . . when I woke up it was lying there . . .” Marshall sadly explains,
without turning around, and then begins to walk down the steps again.
Elton totally devastated begins
to cry, bringing the baggie to his heart, remembering how perfect the rose was
that night, and laying it beside his Baby as he slept, and how perfect it still
is knowing his Baby has been holding onto it, as Marshall reaches the bottom of
the steps and walks over to the phone table and makes a phone call.
“BABY WAIT!” Elton screams,
rushing down the steps as Marshall opens the front door, but stops when he
hears Elton.
“I’m so sorry, Please Please Baby
Don’t Leave! I’m sorry!” Elton frantically pleads, stopping on the bottom step,
as his Baby leans his head on the door.
Marshall with all his heart,
wanting to tell Elton how much he loves him, as he takes several deep breathes,
but can’t find his voice.
“Marshall Mathers! I Love YOU!”
Elton sincerely says with all his heart body and soul, as he watches his Baby
walk out the door, slowly closing the door behind him.
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