I Lost Everything For You (Gumlee / Marball)

Broken plates and alcohol

Later that night, while Bubba was taking a shower, he couldn’t help but think of earlier. How could it be that they would meet again? Their whole friendship was a series of coincidences, so he supposed he wasn’t too surprised. But really? Meeting out of the blue after 7 years of nothing at school? That just seems too strange.

 He also couldn’t help but think about how Marshall went from a cute round faced 9 year old to a hotty with a body 16 year old. That just wasn’t natural. All that happened to Bubba was that he grew a little taller and his voice got a little deeper. But no, with Marshall, everything about him changed. He was taller, had really soft hair that Bubba kind of wanted to run his fingers through, and he was pretty sure he had a nice looking everything underneath all those clothes. Bubba’s cheeks flushed when he realized what that could imply.

 Trying to distract his hormonal thoughts, he washed the shampoo out of his hair and quickly stepped out of the shower. He dried his hair off and looked in the steamy mirror, barely seeing his reflection. Looking from his pink hair to his large pink eyes, he figured the only reason Marshall would ever like him would be because he couldn’t help but mistake him for a girl. Sometimes he really hated being so pink.

 Once he got downstairs, now fully dressed in his pajamas, he greeted his mom who was finishing up cooking dinner. “Hi mom!” He greeted, helping to set the table. She turned around and smiled, asking, “Hi sweetie, how was your day?”

 “It was okay.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Hey mom, do you remember Marshall? That kid I used to be friends with?” His mom stiffened and her eyes narrowed. She set the bowl of chicken salad aside and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes, I do. Why?”

 “Well,” He began, picking at a string on his shirt, “He was actually in my class today! For the first time in seven years!” He looked up at her, meeting her glazed eyes, which seemed to be processing the information. “Really?” She asked, picking up the bowl again. “And how did that go...?”  

 “It went fine! He was sick apparently for a while but is back now!!” Bubba realized he probably sounded way more excited than he should be, but hey, wouldn’t anyone be if they were reunited with their once kid best friend? “Well, I don’t want you to hang out with him.”

Bubba stared at her, confused. “Why? He didn’t do anything.”

 “Just don’t. He’ll bring trouble. Plus his mother is a bitch.”

 “Mom! That isn’t a good enough reason!”

 “Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about! Marshall is nosy little kid and he got what he deserved!”

 Bubba stood their for a minute, staring at his mom with wide eyes, as if he was looking at an entirely different person. “What do you mean by he got what he deserved...?”

 She stared back at him, looking almost resentful, and mouthed, ‘Nothing’. As soon as Bubba was about to open his mouth again, she shouted, “Go to your room Bubba! I didn’t do anything wrong so just go to your room!” Bubba honestly had no idea what she was talking about, but listened anyways, knowing when she got in these rare moods, it was best to leave her alone.

 He walked back up the stairs, realizing on the way there he didn’t even have any dinner! Damn it, and he was hungry too. So he decided to sneak back down, and went to go grab a plate and some food. But on the way there, he saw his mom quietly crying into her hands, her back visibly shaking and a bottle of whisky next to her.

 Trying his best not to intrude, eyeing the whisky warily, Bubba tiptoed over to the plate. But right as he reached for it, he heard a plate shatter a few feet away and felt a goopy piece of chicken stick to his sock. His heart dropped, and he nervously turned around, seeing his mom rise above him like a monster disguised as his mother. “I...I...hurt...him!” She said, covering her mouth as soon as she did.

 She stopped crying after a minute or two of them just staring at each other, and she continued, shrieking, “I killed him!” She pulled on her hair and began to scream at the top of her lungs. Bubba ran from under her gaze as fast as she could, thinking he just did not want to be in there right now, and ran for his room. He locked the door behind him and slid down against the door, covering his ears.

 Finally after a few seconds, which really felt like minutes, the screaming stopped, and the house went completely silent. Bubba still sat there against the door, and decided whatever that was, it was probably his mom having some psychological break or something. Normally she was so sweet and rational, but tonight...tonight was downright terrifying. He had no idea what she meant by she “killed him”. She didn’t know if she was talking about his dad or Marshall or who, but he honestly wasn’t sure if he even wanted to find out.

 Although tomorrow at school he decided he was going to ask Marshall why Bubba’s mom hated him and his mother so much, because as far as he was aware, nothing ever happened between them. Oh! He almost forgot, he’d have to return Marshall’s stuffed teddy bear him sometime soon too. It’s just been collecting dust in his closet for these past 7 years, along with all those clothes and toys that were in Marshall’s backpack on that day he slept over. He still wondered, what ever happened that day?

 A/N Have any of you seen Deliver Us From Evil?? It’s a new horror movie that came out and it’s sooo good and so terrifying. I actually kinda got inspired in this chapter when the mom was screaming, like I was basing it off this girl in the movie who was possessed and all that... But yeah, if you’ve seen it please talk to me about it and tell me what you think?? Anyways, thank you soo much for everything, it means so much to me <3 Please remember to vote/comment or else Bubba’s crazy mom will show up in your room tonight.