Luca: Anger ManagementMature

Ugh. I managed to get into an argument with Gemme, even though I was the one that said "let's not argue". Nice one, Cancer.

Figuring it's better to let Gemme go to the cemetery with just Ike, rather than having me there to fuck anything else up, I go my own way. I'm pissed at Benny. Did he seriously think he would get away with that?

Actually, if Gemme hadn't said anything, he would have gotten away with it. Bastard.

Without meaning to, I find myself at the apartment. If what Gemme said about him taking over as the local drug dealer was true, then he should be here. I don't knock on the door, I just make the lock open itself and go in. Benny stands up from the sofa in surprise as I slam the door closed.

"Shit," he mutters.

I don't say anything; I close the space between us and slam my fist into his face. He falls back and lands with a thud on the floor, one hand covering his nose. There're patches of blood on his hand when he takes it away and a splodge of blood just above his upper lip. The look on his face when he looks up at me makes me grin.

Genuine terror lines his face as he shuffles away from me. The sofa scoots out of my way as I take a step forward.

"Cancer, I'm sorry!" he yells, trying to push himself up, but he can't - I'm holding him down. I walk over to him slowly, taking my time. I can feel him fighting my hold on him, but he might as well not bother. I pick him up and dangle him in the air with a slight smile.

"You're lucky I didn't bring my knife with me, Benny," I spit at him and he flinches.

"Put me down, Cancer," he says, trying to keep his voice even but, Christ, the look on my face must be pretty scary, ‘cause he can't keep it calm. I oblige, dropping him to the floor. Standing close, I push him backwards into the wall.

"Now, now Benny. You've been a bad boy," I hiss in his ear. "Don't you think you need punishing?"

"Dude, we're cool. I was in a bad mood and she forgave me," he protests. I nod.

"Yeah, yeah, she mentioned that, too, but personally, I don't think your excuse could have gotten much weaker." I drive my fist into his stomach and he gasps, choking for air as his windpipe contracts.  Oh for fuck's sake. I didn't mean to do that. I step back and make him stop choking. It's bad enough controlling my telekinesis when I'm pissed off but now I have to control my healing thing?

"I'm sorry, okay?" he coughs and rubs his throat with one hand. Spitting blood out onto the floor, he glances up at me. I punch him again; his head cracks back into the wall with the force of my punch and he cries out and finally punches back.

I've missed this.

I laugh and encourage him, grinning as he lashes out to defend himself until we're on the floor, beating the shit out of each other.

After last night, I realised how much pent up anger I needed to get out of me. I was all too happy to get it out of me at the party until Gemme stopped me. I probably wouldn't have bothered with this if I didn't need it.

Eventually, I throw Benny across the room. He skids into the kitchen and picks himself up. I'm sitting on the floor, laughing. I'm not even high.

But I feel better.

Benny staggers back over to me, but we both know the fight is over. He flops onto the sofa and closes his eyes, sighing.

"Apology accepted," I grin. He opens his eyes again and glances at me, shaking his head.

"I should fucking hope so too," he groans, rubbing the back of his neck, wincing.

"Don't be such a baby, I didn't break anything," I laugh and he glares at me.

"No, but that doesn't change the fact that my balls probably won't ever work the same again," he growls and I just grin at him.

"You'll live," I tell him, lighting a cigarette. "You deserved it anyways," I mutter through the smoke. He nods and closes his eyes again. I glance up at the clock. I should probably go back to the train station. "I'm gonna go," I say, picking myself up off the floor. He glances at me again and laughs.

"You have blood on you." He tells me and I look down. Oh yeah. Knew I should have put a black shirt on, not a white one.

"Your blood, Benny boy." I grin and walk out.

I don't really wanna go back to the train station. I like being back home.

I go there anyways, leaning on the fence outside while I wait for Gemme. Dunno how I'm gonna explain away the blood.

She's gonna be pissed at me.

The End

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