the story of your red right ankle *

[Coco Lehoux]

COCO A. LEHOUX

THIS IS THE STORY OF YOUR RED RIGHT ANKLE AND HOW IT CAME TO
MEET YOUR LEG AND HOW THE MUSCLE, BONES AND SINEWS TANGLED.
AND HOW THE SKIN WAS SOFTLY SHED. AND HOW IT WHISPERED "OH,
ADHERE TO ME, FOR WE ARE BOUND BY SYMMETRY, AND WHATEVER
DIFFERENCES OUR LIVES HAVE MADE, TOGETHER WE MAKE A LIMB."
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coco ambroisse lehoux was depressed.

maybe.

it was halloween day in valkyrie, california and coco found herself wandering aimlessly in the hallways, in the classrooms, on the bleachers completely isolating herself. usually she'd have a guy to accompany her, or some off chance an actual girlfriend, but suddenly a new wave of loneliness had consumed the blonde vixen. things honestly had been shot straight to hell for coco, for ever since her senior year had started and she had gotten into school a month late because of the surprise "vacation" (or whatever her, jason and anne's parents liked to call it) she had never felt so out of place. her life had consisted of a very simple routine - sex, cigarettes, drinking, marijuana, the challenge of seduction, and photography. now? she had a fucking child and a camera that didn't seem to strike her any interest as of late. nothing did.

time to time, she would get spurts of energy and want to do things or try and make a guy sleep with her pregnant belly. but more and more, she found it to be a lost cause, or when the guy did, she lost enjoyment. when a beautiful, bronze tennis player she had trapped inside the gym locker room with him was on top of her, smiling his pearly whites and thrusting, whispering her name the way a normal girl would love, coco couldn't smile. coco couldn't feel. she was emotionless during sex, her straight face apparent and turning her head to the side during the act to observe her surroundings. the guy always asked if she was alright, and most often than not got offended when she looked him dead in the eye and said,

"adequate. i'm bored. leave." hm, wonder why they would be offended.

and now as coco sauntered through the classical hallways of valkyrie academy, glancing at all the halloween decorations people like anne in student council had put up, she only wished to vomit. and upon walking near the double oak doors to leave, she watched a group of girls whispering to one another and immediately becoming hush hush as soon as coco and she little spawn child walked by. coco wasn't too large at this point, but she was four months in and people were finding out, so obviously they were going to talk. mainly she heard things such as "it was bound to happen" or "slut deserved it" or "if she was smart she would have aborted it". but, the worst one of all was indefinitely, "her life is ruined." because that's exactly how coco felt. she never wanted kids to begin with, and now she was seventeen and carrying riley turner's baby, a man that out of the thousands had to be the one with the highest sperm count. certainly her somewhat taught her lesson, maybe more protection less risk, but still, she knew now with this kid, her life was in shambles. and she couldn't help but remind herself that she'd be bitter toward the child every waking moment of her life.

now and then coco found herself staring at her old pack of cigarettes with envy and want. she contemplated for many days before riley convinced her to keep the baby that she could just overdose, drink her sorrows away or chain smoke for days and days. she could fall down some stairs! get in an accident! have someone stab her for christ's sake.

nevertheless, she was keeping it. and unfortunately, maybe more of oddly... she didn't want to do those things. i guess there was some inkling of humanity in coco's bones. maybe.

after going home and eating anything she could find, for feeding for two was quite possibly the biggest task of all considering she used to never eat to begin with - she decided upon going anywhere. anywhere at all. slipping her i-pod in her ears and changing out of her uniform into some clothes, she drove to a place she least likely thought she'd end up. the carnival. it was decked out for halloween as well, and she saw many creepy adults in masks and children skipping their last couple hours of school to walk around in godzilla and pikachu costumes. coco cringed, but then again, with her camera strap loping around her neck, she found it all much too interesting. look what her life had succumbed to - waddled around a carnival sober with depressing elliot smith playing in her ears and a camera lens as her eyes rather than her own.

and as she walked by a particular group of carnies, one with horns and the other with an all too real jail suit, one of them slapped her on the behind while taking a puff of his cigar. usually, coco would have winked, shown a little leg and continued on her way after saying something cruel to the degenerates. but this time?

she blinked at them, opened her mouth and spit on their shoes.

and thus, coco continued to get lost in the carnival on a humid halloween afternoon.

THE EXTRAS

FINISHED . OCTOBER 31ST (WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON), 2007 . HUMID & HOT . FOUR MONTH PREGGO BAGGY SHIRTS FTW! . OPEN . CREDITS OF FORMAT TO EVERYONE @ V-SIDE, LYRICS TO THE DECEMBERISTS , LOVE NOTES TO YOU: AS LONG AS WE CAN FIND SOMETHING FUN OR PLOT WORTHY WITH THIS, POST!

[Santino Morrison-Novak]

SANTINO A. MORRISON-NOVAK
CARNIVAL, OCTOBER 31ST 2007

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-----so what was santino doing at a carnival on halloween? that is actually a very good question. no, he was not here to have fun and ride the stupid ferris wheel, or get his palm read. he wasnt here to watch the freaks perform their acts or make fun of the people who dressed up in ridiculous costumes and ran around the place like someone had shoved a firecracker up their ass. his intentions were actually very personal, but in order for you to fully assimilate what they are i would have to take you a few weeks back in time...although if you REALLY wanted to get the full picture, then I would have to drag your ass all the way back to cork city, ireland, circa 1983. but ask yourself, do we really have the time for that? and do you even care? i could just give you the highlights of the events, like how they do in sports. starting with his mother giving birth to him and handing him over to his father who fled to parma, italy and dropped him off in an orphanage. it was not like you see in movies. he was not left inside a bassinet, with a letter inside of it. nah, he was naked and left on the stone steps in the middle of a storm. fuck, even newspapers are often times placed inside a plastic bag to keep them from getting wet. there he spent the first four years of his life, surrounded by other unwanted children and never really considering the possibility that he would ever have a family of his own

-----enter mr. and mrs. morrison-novak

-----i guess you could say that he was better off in a family than living in an orphanage, right? so you would think. to say that sonny raised himself wouldn't be entirely accurate. oh no, he had help. he had nannies and strangers coming in and out of his life and lets not forget about our good friend mr. television. you know the saying? violence creates violence? in sonny's case that saying hits the spot. and im not just talking about violent television, even though that had a lot of influence in his life. watching movies like the exorcist when he was six years old. it might not be enough to corrode the mind of just any kid, but when someone has more than fifty percent chance to inherit psychotic tendencies, this could become a issue. as it will be later discovered. but thats not all, his parents lack of attention and the fact that he was pushed into a world of drugs and sexual perversion at a very young age only encouraged his sickness to come out to the surface. it was when he was twelve years old that he began to talk to his imaginary friend, one that lived inside himself and the one who told him what to do in order to defend himself, and then it became a pattern. his modus operandi if you will. now every time something horrible happened to him or he felt threatened in any way, he would completely shut down and allowed someone else to take over. that way, he would not feel responsible for any of the actions of his counterpart because it was not in his control. break your mother's favorite china..."i didnt do it, sy did". crash your father's porshe... "i didnt do it, sy did". cut a girl's chest cavity...."i didnt do it, sy did". you get the picture. this was how santino morrison -novak's psyche split in two and it has been that way ever since. hell, it worked for him. it allowed him to function. he could go to work during the day, smile to his collegues and friends, have a cup of joe, go on dates and just be a normal member of society. and then at night, he could go out and feed the monster inside by preying on those who he saw as worthless pieces of shit. i mean, who gave a fuck about a prostitute anyway? she sure didnt care enough about herself, so why should the rest of the world. more specifically, why should he?

-----so what brings him to the carnival? well, about three months ago, sonny started searching for his family. anything that would lead him to his roots. it was not this need to know where he came from, but it was more of a curiosity he needed to satisfy. to look at his parents in the eye and ask them their reasons for abandoning him. not that it would change things or give meaning to his existence, but it was just something he was currently wondering about. he contacted the orphanage in parma, but as it was expected they had absolutely no information that they could disclose to him, or so they said. it wasnt until about a week ago that he received a short letter from an unknown source. the letter was dropped at his apartment, the one he shared with esme. no return address, not even an envelope. it read "dont search for whats under your very nose. the valkyrie carnival. halloween night. ask for jacob". and thats what he did. after much consideration and ending up with the conclusion that he had nothing to loose, he decided to go check it out. i mean, worst case scenario, he was walking in to a trap to get gang raped by a bunch of freaks, but somehow he figured it was worth the risk

-----upon getting there, sonny began to feel extremely anxious. he didnt know why this was, but it was as if his nerves were taking a life of its own. as if he was going to somehow rip out of his own flesh. the fact that the place was crowded was not helping. sonny was not exactly comfortable around a lot of people. he felt out of breath, restless and the fact that he didnt like to be touched just by anyone. if he wanted to make some kind of physical connection with someone, he would. but in this place? this carnies? they were like roaches. they had diseases he couldnt even pronounce. it didnt take long for him to find jacob. he was a man in his late forties, early fifties. tall, slim, skeletical actually. if sonny was ever to physically describe the devil, he would probably describe jacob's appearance. they talked for over an hour. and during that time, jacob had told him everything sonny needed to know. he told him how he got his mother pregnant, how they couldnt afford to keep him and how he made the decision to take him to italy and leave him in that orphanage. i wish i could say that it had a happy ending, that sonny called him dad and that they decided to meet again for coffee. sadly it wasnt so. sure, it got emotional, and jacob told him that he was welcomed to stay for a while with them. ha! like he would ever become a greasy monkey? the whole thing just took him by surprise, and before he knew it, they were hugging it out and he was walking away and around the carnival with a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.

-----enter coco lehoux.

-----we dont want to get into the details of their relationship, or if they had any. they met a few times around valkyrie, around school, they fucked, he though she was an insufferable cunt, she seemed to be completely disgusted with his presence. but for whatever reason, sonny felt the urge to approach her. he should have walked away, and trust me he wanted to. i mean, the sound of her voice was like jamming a pencil through his ear. still, here he was, making his way toward the obviously pregnant blonde. did he ever question whether he was the father or not? at some point maybe. its not like they used a condom when they did it. yeah, a girl like coco, whose vagina seemed to have her own zip code, was sure to be in some kind of pill or drug of some kind. but what gave him the certainty that this was not his child was the fact that she was still carrying it. i mean, if there had been any indication that she was carrying sonny's demon spawn, she would have aborted it immediately. rumor had it that the bastard child belonged to one of that peter guy. you know? the one that looks like the lizard from alice in wonderland? but he honestly couldnt be sure or care less. once he saw the right opportunity to corner her, sonny blocked her way. "why look what the cat dragged in"

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tagged • coco
clothes look at the sexy gif
notes • syco 2.0!

edit
thanks to anna's clarification of current events, i have changed the riley mention and all that jazz. =D hope thats better

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[Coco Lehoux]

COCO A. LEHOUX

THIS IS THE STORY OF YOUR RED RIGHT ANKLE AND HOW IT CAME TO
MEET YOUR LEG AND HOW THE MUSCLE, BONES AND SINEWS TANGLED.
AND HOW THE SKIN WAS SOFTLY SHED. AND HOW IT WHISPERED "OH,
ADHERE TO ME, FOR WE ARE BOUND BY SYMMETRY, AND WHATEVER
DIFFERENCES OUR LIVES HAVE MADE, TOGETHER WE MAKE A LIMB."
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the more time coco spent at that damn carnival, the more she realized what a bad decision she had made. granted, her photos were turning out fantastic and would definitely strike ample entertainment during development, but the atmosphere was quite possibly the last type of one she should be in. such included bright, cherry colors, cigarettes, and children.

coco of course had never been a "dark" person, technically. in fact, she used to wear an array of clothes and even last month when she was trying to forget about the pregnancy all together with anne in france for the belated summer vacation she wore pinks, teals and even lime greens. sequins were for the special occasions, but you see the point. but upon coming home to valkyrie, california, coco had an immediately hit of depression. she remembered jude's death more clearly, the people she was around, and of course the riley situation had become inflamed. she wouldn't even think about peter fischer, because of course if she did enough and even wondered about the type of girls he was hanging around, she'd drive herself up a wall. to say the least, the colors of the carnies, and especially all decked out in halloween costume, almost drew coco to nausea. however, with enough saturation to even illuminate more color in the photos she took up close of a clown's smile or cotton candy stick, she knew the pictures would be worth it. but for what? she wasn't taking photography anymore - she had already done a.p last year and was now a measly t.a. her own enjoyment, yes, that was it.

secondly, of course, was the carnival's obvious infiltration of cigarettes.

enough said.

cringing with her lack of nicotine, the final thing that made coco squirm as she walked around the carnival grounds were the children. upon staring at a fun house where screams of couples, adults and their children floundered around its premise, she watched as little boys and girls in halloween costumes sprinted out in exhaustion of the fun they had just had. she had a flashback to when her and jude, her deceased twin brother, would play in the grounds of the lehoux estate back in canada that was shared by the levesque clan as well. and now she was carrying such a thing in her now noticeably larger stomach. she stared at her stomach in a sheepish manner, biting her dry lips, and then back at the children who seemed to knowingly give her a glance back. their small arms, their buggy eyes and their gap teeth. coco grimaced. she had always hated children, and now she was carrying one, all the while giving up alcohol, marijuana and worst of all - cigarettes. and all for what? she had no idea.

worst decision ever. that was a given. but coco had made many bad decisions before and had learned to live in her own glass bubble of regret. unfortunately, from time to time, the fragile glass tended to shatter.

making her way quickly from the fun house, she continued on through the carnival when suddenly somebody was in her way. being as petite as she was, she had to look up to see the all too familiar towering body of santino, or more of "sonny", morrison-novak. man, this day was getting better and better. the history behind sonny, the school's counselor, and coco lehoux, the school's vixen? they had always somewhat known one another, and when it all came down to it, they detested one another. couldn't stand each other's own voices, faces or even presence. one afternoon on the beach, coco had gotten high in remembrance of her stoner brother jude and his late passing. however, in company of sonny, what started as an almost fight turned into rough sex that had coco nearly saying "no" for the first time ever if she didn't have such a big pride and ego. she didn't remember much after the sex, but that they lost contact entirely. how long had that been? nearly five to six months? time flew.

"why look what the cat dragged in" sonny said, still standing in her way as coco could only sneer, pushing him with her shoulder and rolling her eyes.

"and enjoy watching it leave while you can sonny, because i'm not in the mood. especially for the likes of you." and truly, she wasn't.

THE EXTRAS

FINISHED . OCTOBER 31ST (WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON), 2007 . HUMID & HOT . FOUR MONTH PREGGO BAGGY SHIRTS FTW! . OPEN . CREDITS OF FORMAT TO EVERYONE @ V-SIDE, LYRICS TO THE DECEMBERISTS , LOVE NOTES TO YOU: GAHHH SYCO <3

[Santino Morrison-Novak]

SANTINO A. MORRISON-NOVAK
CARNIVAL, OCTOBER 31ST 2007

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-----coco lehoux. the resident vixen

-----or at least that was her title when sonny came across the petite looking blonde. to be completely honest with you, the girl managed to surprise him. she didnt look the type. mostly because when you first set eyes on the girl you dont really picture her as being such a conniving little bitch. she had the sweet smile and the sparkling baby blue eyes. and then, she would open her mouth and your perception of her completely changed. that hole on her face was more covered in shit than a letrine in a gas station. its safe to say that santino had little to no respect for women like that. respect commands respect. isnt that how the saying goes? how can someone expect to be taken seriously, if they lived their lives as a joke. and that is what coco lehoux was to him, a sick, ridiculous joke. its not that he was against women who slept around. hell, they were as entitled to enjoy sex just as much as men did. but there is a very thin line between being a horny party girl and a self loathing whore. not that he was condoning either option, because honestly, they were both pretty much shit. and yet, there was something about this particular whore that kept sonny fascinated

-----he didnt know her life, and frankly he couldn't care less. what he knew was probably what the entire valkyrie population knew. that she came from a rich family, that she was related to the levesque's, that she went to valkyrie academy, that she slept around, and that her brother jude was one of the fatalities during the school shooting. the rest were just conclusions from his tendency to psycho analyze everyone around him. it was after his death that coco came to his office for some counseling. not because she wanted it or needed anything from him, but because she was forced to, just like every other student did in order to cope better with the situation. at first, he felt sorry for her because she did go through something incredibly traumatizing and he genuinely wanted to help her. but she was so closed up, so locked in her own little world of witty insults and petty remarks that he lost interest and the ability to give a fuck.

-----then, came their time at the beach. im not going to go much into details, but they fucked. you cant call it anything else. sonny couldnt even consider that having sex. dont get me wrong, she was good. i mean, it would be completely ludicrous if the girl, after spending her life perfecting her technique, would be less than adequate. im not going to go far ahead and say that she was the best he'd ever have, because that would be a lie. she felt good. that was the bottom line. and she was surprisingly tight, all things considered. but it didnt rock his world, and sonny couldnt help but feel disappointed. i mean, thats what all the hype was about? or maybe it was just him. i mean, she didnt exactly like him as a person. the whole experience had been unmemorable, like jacking off but with another person there. so you see, it wasnt about passion or the joy of having sex. it was not even about how good it felt anymore. she used sex as a way of coping with things. it was her escape. and in a way, sonny could understand it. hiding behind something in order to face whatever comes next. how you convince yourself that you are only good at one thing and that nothing else can fill you up or give your life any meaning. who knows, maybe he was right about her, maybe not. but when he looked at coco, this is what he saw. there was something underneath that rough exterior. a cry for help if you will. too bad no one seemed to care enough to help.

-----and now, to make matters worse, she was pregnant. oh the gods were having a laugh riot with this one. "oh, whats the matter? no one wants to fuck you anymore? i wouldnt be surprised. some guys find the whole pregnant thing repulsive. i dont by the way. i think it suits you" he added as he turned to follow her. there was something about this girl that seemed to pull him in. and i think we already concluded that it was not the sex. he used to. he used to believe that if he just fucked the girl that it would be it, and he would be completely disinterested. then it happened, and to much dismay, the feelings were still there. ok, feelings might be the wrong word here cause if coco lehoux died tomorrow he wouldnt even stop to blink. but you know what i mean. he was interested in her. he wanted to know how she worked. "so, who is the lucky bastard whose life you have manage to ruin?". teen pregnancy. my god, she was like a walking lifetime movie cliche.

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notes • ok, so i added a few things, like the fact that coco came to his office after the shooting. i figure it was very possible that it happened, and maybe thats how they originally met?

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[Coco Lehoux]

COCO A. LEHOUX

THIS IS THE STORY OF YOUR RED RIGHT ANKLE AND HOW IT CAME TO
MEET YOUR LEG AND HOW THE MUSCLE, BONES AND SINEWS TANGLED.
AND HOW THE SKIN WAS SOFTLY SHED. AND HOW IT WHISPERED "OH,
ADHERE TO ME, FOR WE ARE BOUND BY SYMMETRY, AND WHATEVER
DIFFERENCES OUR LIVES HAVE MADE, TOGETHER WE MAKE A LIMB."
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the combination of santino and coco was probably a creation from the devil, because despite appearances of both (one handsome, one adorable) they were quite possibly the worst beings to their inner core in valkyrie, california. when coco had first walked into the counseling office after her twin brother jude's death after the shooting tragedy last year, she had immediately recognized sonny as an attractive, cordial man. weren't all school counselors supposed to listen, be kind and offer advice even though they know you won't take it all to heart? yes, that's what coco had predicted she had walked into when she had stepped into his office in her shortened skirt with the showing of her pale legs that hid bruises from the rough sex she had needed the night before. (after jude's death her addictions had inflamed and most certainly become harsher) she remembered feeling numb as she sat in the chair opposite of sonny, staring him dead in the eye with a look of disbelief and a sauntered, sensual disposition. she was weak and this stranger had been there to console her. it wasn't until he opened his mouth, his eyes moved around her used up body and their conversation began that coco decided she loathed him. absolutely loathed him.

there was something about sonny that was immensely irksome. it got to a point where it wasn't even just the fact that he was a school counselor that continuously made passes at the troubled, beautiful teenage girls. it wasn't even his words that just screamed, "oh hello, i'm a malicious motherfucker". no. it was just him. there was something else so deeply disturbing and elusive about sonny that had at first intrigued coco but now made her just peeved. the guy had secrets - a lot of them. and she knew well enough that even if she had sex with him, even if she wrapped the adult man around her finger, he wouldn't expel them to her, and even if she did, she didn't know if she would even want to hear them.

"oh, whats the matter? no one wants to fuck you anymore? i wouldnt be surprised. some guys find the whole pregnant thing repulsive. i dont by the way. i think it suits you" sonny said as he began to follow her, which made coco groan and look down at her ever changing belly as she had done at least fifty time a day. she had never been insecure about her body before, and even now the weight gain had directed itself toward her belly more than her legs or arms. however, the only insecurity that lay was exactly what sonny had predicted - no one wanted to fuck a pregnant girl. despite that she could still find an easy lay, despite sometimes a lack of hygiene of skill, it was never something that she prodded off. she took only one glance over her shoulder to see sonny follow up behind her and walk with her. great.

"you think pregnancy suits me?" coco asked, laughing (which sounded more like a scoff really) and shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest and avoiding the hustle and bustle of people walking by them. "what the fuck am i supposed to say to that sonny? 'yes, thank you, i think that carrying a demonic infant that i'd rather have thrown in the dumpster looks great for me too'? your small talk is perturbing, if not just pathetic." she sighed, rolling her eyes as she fiddled with the camera that lay around her neck, her fingers tracing it as to somehow soothe her and cool her down. something about sonny always brought out something in her. of course, she couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was.

of course, sonny was a relentless man. this conversation wasn't going to be ending anytime soon, but atleast coco was getting some attention somewhere. despite how resilient and annoyed she seemed, she atleast appreciated the compliments. no matter how back handed they were.

"so, who is the lucky bastard whose life you have manage to ruin?"

fuck. well, everyone right now thought it was peter fischer, and she had to keep it that way. so many times she had almost slipped about riley, because she found it still as harsh to say that her ex thing (whatever peter was) is the father. why? surprisingly enough, maybe a miracle beyond all others, peter and coco had never had sex.

still, she had to keep up the lie.

"as much as i wish it was you sonny, for you just fit the bastard father criteria that i look for in a man so well - it's also none of your business. why do you even care? don't you have a girl so young she lacks a womanly triangle down under to go fuck?" coco shook her head and almost laughed. "didn't know popping cherries was in the job description of school counselor. now i have a job to aspire to."

THE EXTRAS

FINISHED . OCTOBER 31ST (WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON), 2007 . HUMID & HOT . FOUR MONTH PREGGO BAGGY SHIRTS FTW! . OPEN . CREDITS OF FORMAT TO EVERYONE @ V-SIDE, LYRICS TO THE DECEMBERISTS , LOVE NOTES TO YOU: THAT'S A GOOD IDEA, I PLAYED WITH IT AS WELL. NOW WE ACTUAL HAVE A HISTORY BETWEEN THEM INSTEAD OF THE INFAMOUS WITTY REBUTTALS.. HAHA.

[Santino Morrison-Novak]

SANTINO A. MORRISON-NOVAK
CARNIVAL, OCTOBER 31ST 2007

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-----webster's dictionary defines hate as to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest. sounds like a very strong feeling to have towards a person. a lot like love. dont they say there is a line between those two extreme emotions? whatever, the point im trying to make is that sonny was not someone who felt so strongly toward another human being. so to say that he hated coco lehoux would be an exaggeration. he didnt necessarily like her most of the time, and he did not approve of the way she lived her life, but to say that he hated her? what possible reason could he have? she wasnt that special. sonny was not someone who hated others. mostly because they were not worthy of being hated. he felt disgusted by her at times, but if he had to sum up his actual feelings for her in one word, it would be sadness. it's a weird thing to come up with, but it was the truth. sonny felt incredibly sad for her. this was a girl who had everything, at least on the surface. she had the looks, means to a great education, the ability to get out of this shit town and make something of herself, but for some reason those things were not happening to her. she lost her brother, which was a very traumatic event and now she was pregnant. coco was the poster child for things going wrong. he was certain that for her, things were black and white and not shades of gray when it came to him. that she really, truly hated him. sonny couldnt help but to feel somewhat proud of his capability of creating such a powerful feeling in such a petite girl. he had given her enough reason to. he was supposed to help her, and instead, he just poked her with a stick and added salt to her wounds. let's just start by saying that he had been pissed that particular morning and that he was in no mood to be dealing with anyone's shit. so he took it out on coco and her pain. then after that, he just had to be an asshole to her. it was not something he could resist. for some reason, he just had to say the most hurtful things to her in the hopes that she might actually despise him and what do you know? it worked. he knew why he did that. because he hated feeling sorry for people. made him feel human, and he loathed that feeling. so he took it upon himself to reject that feeling and focus on all the things he didnt like about her. its easier than it looks, trust me. still, that didnt mean that his original feelings toward her had disappeared. and now, he saw her with a four month old belly. it was just too pitiful.

-----she wanted him to vanish or possibly drop dead. he was certain that the latter would have made her day. instead he proceeded to follow her and talk to her, why? he was not sure. he had stopped trying to figure out the reasons as to why he did things, he just did them and dealt with the consequences later...if any. "what the fuck am i supposed to say to that sonny? 'yes, thank you, i think that carrying a demonic infant that i'd rather have thrown in the dumpster looks great for me too'? your small talk is perturbing, if not just pathetic.". he laughed as she spoke. if she didnt want to be carrying this child, the why was she bothering with it? why put yourself through ridicule, if there were ways of avoiding them. he failed to understand human behavior sometimes. and if you just so happened to have a vagina in between your legs, then its fucking worse. you see, humans were supposed to have the ability to reason. its what differed them from any other animal, right?instead, they seemed to be dragged around by their emotions. whatever they are. love, hate, responsibility, loyalty, blah, blah, blah. people think that they should do a certain something because its what they are expected to do. because its the right thing to do. because it would be a sin or a crime not to. coco here was no different. maybe she was not as transparent as the rest, but she still allowed her emotions to dictate her life. her guilt, her shame, her loss, her overwhelming loneliness, her bitterness, her lack of self esteem, her hatred, her self loathing, im sure there is more to choose from. whatever the reason, she was keeping the baby, not because she wanted to...that she had made perfectly clear. sonny himself was often times a victim of this. there was no doubt in his mind that feelings made him weak.

-----"well, if you want my help i could easily push you down a flight of stairs. make it look like an accident. i heard that you can also stick a wire hanger up your snatch and twist it around. although i dont really suggest you do that. it might hurt your precious vagina, and then you'd be really fucked. not literally, of course. what was it with girls and compliments? were they not aware of how difficult it was for him to say something nice. and that, in his head, had been a very fucking nice thing to say "that was a compliment, coco. what i find extremely pathetic, is your failed ability to recognize one. is it a new concept for you?. he understood why someone in her position would be so damn miserable. she was what? eighteen? something like that. and her life was now completely in the shitter. bringing a kid into this world was so fucked in so many ways. sonny didnt like kids. not just because he found them incredibly creepy and annoying, but he just didnt have the patience or the ability to understand how they functioned. he was sure that if he ever were to have one, the poor bastard would die. and the fact that he could ever impregnate someone like coco, someone who so openly despised him was pretty fucking laughable. risking getting a chunk of his hand bitten off and getting a case of rabies, sonny's hand reached out to brush a strand of coco's wild blond hair away from her face, and locked it behind her ear. then he sighed. "you flatter me. why shouldnt i care? maybe im just jealous. maybe i just want to know who managed to do what i always dreamed of doing. honestly coco, are you physically incapable of answering a fucking question without turning into the bitch from hell? why so god damn defensive?

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-----she was so feisty. he remembered what he enjoyed more about her. we are not using the word like, cause that would mean he would have to shoot his balls off with a nail gun. still, he liked when girls gave him a hard time. when they at least tried to give him run for his money. she had a pretty little mouth, one that she should be using for more than blowing strangers behind nightclubs. if he had a heart, it would be breaking right now, just by looking at how hard she had fallen from grace. "you are losing your touch lehoux. it makes me wonder why that is. tell me something, cause ive always wondered this about you. he said this and dipped his head in closer, not close enough to kiss her, but close enough to whisper so she would be the only one to hear. and if she were to feel the desire to slap him, she would be able to without having to put to much effort into it "when was the last time someone took the time to make you feel good? im not talking about fucking you hard, cause we all know thats your favorite thing to do and it doesnt take much to do that. i mean, last time i saw you i had turned you into a human pretzel. but i mean, actually make you feel good. the last time someone touched you the way you should be touched? not like a filthy whore. when was the last time a guy treated you like something other than a depository for his cum?". he was not really sure why he was asking that question. but he was curious about it. this was a woman who allowed men to use her like a piece of meat, and she liked to live in the delusion that she was the one using them. who was he to burst her bubble?

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