| Act 5:: Dashboard Confessional Scene 1 Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother, do you think they'll like this song? Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls? Mother, should I build a wall? Mother, should I run for President? Mother, should I trust the government? Mother, will they put me in the firing line? Is it just a waste of time? Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry. Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true. Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you. Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing. She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing. Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm. Oooo Babe. Oooo Babe. Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build a wall. Mother, do you think she's good enough, For me? Mother, do you think she's dangerous, To me? Mother will she tear your little boy apart? Mother, will she break my heart? Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry. Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you. Momma won't let anyone dirty get through. Momma's gonna wait up until you get in. Momma will always find out where you've been. Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean. Oooo Babe. Oooo Babe. Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me. Mother, did it need to be so high? ~Pink Floyd, �Mother� |
| Marcus sat alone in his bedroom, cigarette dangling carelessly from his fingertips. Let it burn, he thought ruefully, let it touch my skin and incinerate me. I don�t need this anymore� From down the hallway came her laughter, but it wasn�t his to claim, and after four months of desperately trying, he knew it never would be. What did she see in his sister that she couldn�t see in him? Mackenzie had dated other guys, which made his hurt all the more unbearable- yet he still wanted her. From the first moment she had looked at him, he knew that he wanted to conquer her, slay her innocence. He wanted to own her in the most elemental form possible. Perhaps there was still a chance, granted, a slim one. Jayde didn�t seem interested. That, or she was playing coy. Either way, such a relationship would never be acceptable in such a conservative community. If anything were to happen between them, the ostracism would be violent and complete. Heritage and tradition left no room for such ridiculous whimsy. A knock at the door; he jerked his hand as the embers touched his skin. Maybe he was not meant to burn like paper after all. Mackenzie�s voice on the other side of the door forced him to confront living; the knob turned and cautiously she slipped through the door. �You didn�t come with us today. I was disappointed.� He laughed contemptuously, her, or his sister? Mackenzie looked down at the floor, �You really don�t have to be that cruel. We both wanted you to come.� Marcus rose and lit another cigarette. �I don�t know why you�ve been avoiding me lately, but quite frankly, Marcus, it hurts. I haven�t done anything to earn your silence.� He said nothing, only took a deep drag from his cigarette. Smoke curled from his nostrils, making him seem dragon-like and fierce. For a moment, Mackenzie was actually afraid of him. �I thought we were friends.� She turned her back, intending to make a quick escape, regretting the vulnerability her words generated. She gripped the doorknob and paused at the sensation of his body pressed against her back, his hand firmly clasped over hers. �Friends?� he breathed into her ear, his voice a mix of sensuality and restraint. �What if I don�t want to be your friend, did you ever once consider that possibility?� Her eyes burned in the fog of smoke; she wished to be someplace more open. �Hmm?� His lips grazed her neck, betraying emotions he had no other means of relating. She turned sharply, pinning her arm behind her back, wanting to face him. She wanted to ask him to stop, but the words died as his lips touched her throat. Despite her silence, he understood. They stood together a moment longer, caught in an awkward embrace. His own eyes burned, but for a different reason. He leaned forward, pinning her to the door, his forehead touching the smooth, varnished wood, the only thing that still seemed solid in his life. �Why is it,� he whispered," that you can be in love with my sister, but not give a damn about me?� She pressed her free hand to his chest, and meeting no resistance, pushed him away and fled from the dragon�s lair like a frightened child. |