“ —— ..are you implying that my dad is a FAKE BITCH too? „ absence of anger, but HURT in its stead, his fingers trashing VIOLENTLY against ernest’s cranium —— and somehow, in the heat of things, he’s bitten down (hard) against lucien’s arm eliciting a cry of PAIN from the PUNK, boring holes into the back of his (ex) friend’s skull. “ YOU TAKE BACK WHAT YOU JUST SAID, ASSHOLE! „ the teeth at his flesh was certainly a problem, but the least of his worries. whatever chance they had at making things RIGHT, to reconcilewas ruined, lucien wouldn’t stand for ANYBODY talking trash about his dad and ernest was NO exception to that rule —— “ I HATE YOU, FUCK YOU- my dad is NOT a fake bitch, do you fucking hear me? „
Ernest hadn’t even taken into CONSIDERATION the fact that Lucien’s dad also shops at Dead, Goth, and Beyond. Usually, he’d only seen other teenagers there ( and dear God, did they always seem pretentious ) plus, the fact that Lucien was pinning him into the cushion only served to deter his ability to use and common sense he had to BEGIN with. He doesn’t let go– Ernest’s aim NOW to break flesh. He didn’t care. He didn’t CARE that Damien shopped at Dead, Goth, and Beyond, any further than the fact that his son was the biggest piece of pretentious shit and the world and he HATED HIM. Like hell he’d apologize to SELFISH, STUPID LUCIEN. He’d ignore the heat in his face, the fire in his eyes in favor of wondering why he couldn’t make the world disappear.
