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Shit had gotten real.
Jason was going to have to barf up his version of How I Fucked Up in Bon Temps, and he was going to have to do it to the one person who could leave him raw and bleeding. Emotionally speaking, mostly, but hell, if Sookie wanted to flay him alive for his behavior, he was going to let her.
He paced the compound like a madman, finally taking to the rec room, where the jukebox played some goddamn song over and over, 'til it was stuck in his head. Beyond here lies nothing, nothing done and nothing said.
Eddie and Amy, two lives on his head, two sets of blood on his hands, two weights on his shoulders. He'd never really be clean of them, not until he could apologize, maybe, but even that-- well, there were two Stackhouse children, and while maybe for a long time, one of them was golden and one of them was a weirdo. Truth was, there were two Stackhouse children and one of them was good and responsible and one of them was dumb and reckless.
"FUCK," he said, and dropped down onto the couch, pulling his shirt up over his face.
Jason was going to have to barf up his version of How I Fucked Up in Bon Temps, and he was going to have to do it to the one person who could leave him raw and bleeding. Emotionally speaking, mostly, but hell, if Sookie wanted to flay him alive for his behavior, he was going to let her.
He paced the compound like a madman, finally taking to the rec room, where the jukebox played some goddamn song over and over, 'til it was stuck in his head. Beyond here lies nothing, nothing done and nothing said.
Eddie and Amy, two lives on his head, two sets of blood on his hands, two weights on his shoulders. He'd never really be clean of them, not until he could apologize, maybe, but even that-- well, there were two Stackhouse children, and while maybe for a long time, one of them was golden and one of them was a weirdo. Truth was, there were two Stackhouse children and one of them was good and responsible and one of them was dumb and reckless.
"FUCK," he said, and dropped down onto the couch, pulling his shirt up over his face.