Fear and Loathing
V is for Vindicated, I am selfish, I am wrong-Alex (mentions of Alex/Lexie, Alex/Izzie)-PG
For Josie-um, I'm not sure this actually has anything to do with your prompt. Sorry.
Alex was glad that the bastard that shot him was dead.
And also a little pissed.
Some part of him wanted him to be alive, had some messed up revenge fantasy that played out in his mind that would have been a great motivator in physical therapy.
He didn’t have some kind of conflicted emotions about the guy like Lexie, who felt guilty, because she had somehow harmed the psycho.
He’d never been one for big, complicated emotions.
The guy was nothing to him but the shadow hiding around the corner.
It had happened so quickly that he hadn’t even really known what he looked like, had seen pictures on the news when Lexie wasn’t in the room to try to piece it together.
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He was pissed at Izzie too.
Yeah, he told her to leave and not come back.
Yeah, he was with Lexie.
Yeah, if he managed to not screw things up he could probably even be happy. Have a nice life.
He got freaking shot.
It was on the news, CNN, the Today Show.
She never called.
She never came back.
She was his freaking wife.
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He was still pissed at his dad.
Because really, it you traced it all back, ever crappy choice, you’d pretty much end up there.
He was freaking cliché, a kid who was screwed from the start.
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He was mostly pissed at himself.
Because if he was being honest, it was all on him.
He hit his dad.
He walked out on his family.
He cheated on Izzie.
Drove her away.
Told her to leave.
Walked around a corner when he heard a freaking gunshot instead of thinking it through, doing something smarter, even though he still wasn’t sure what that would have been.
And now he was going to push Lexie until she left. Which she would, eventually, even though she’d stick around longer than anyone else would.
And he’d blame her, hate her, even though it was his fault.
It was what they called a pattern of behavior.
And he was scared it was too late to break it.
For Josie-um, I'm not sure this actually has anything to do with your prompt. Sorry.
Alex was glad that the bastard that shot him was dead.
And also a little pissed.
Some part of him wanted him to be alive, had some messed up revenge fantasy that played out in his mind that would have been a great motivator in physical therapy.
He didn’t have some kind of conflicted emotions about the guy like Lexie, who felt guilty, because she had somehow harmed the psycho.
He’d never been one for big, complicated emotions.
The guy was nothing to him but the shadow hiding around the corner.
It had happened so quickly that he hadn’t even really known what he looked like, had seen pictures on the news when Lexie wasn’t in the room to try to piece it together.
888888888
He was pissed at Izzie too.
Yeah, he told her to leave and not come back.
Yeah, he was with Lexie.
Yeah, if he managed to not screw things up he could probably even be happy. Have a nice life.
He got freaking shot.
It was on the news, CNN, the Today Show.
She never called.
She never came back.
She was his freaking wife.
8888888888
He was still pissed at his dad.
Because really, it you traced it all back, ever crappy choice, you’d pretty much end up there.
He was freaking cliché, a kid who was screwed from the start.
888888888
He was mostly pissed at himself.
Because if he was being honest, it was all on him.
He hit his dad.
He walked out on his family.
He cheated on Izzie.
Drove her away.
Told her to leave.
Walked around a corner when he heard a freaking gunshot instead of thinking it through, doing something smarter, even though he still wasn’t sure what that would have been.
And now he was going to push Lexie until she left. Which she would, eventually, even though she’d stick around longer than anyone else would.
And he’d blame her, hate her, even though it was his fault.
It was what they called a pattern of behavior.
And he was scared it was too late to break it.