Mulligan sat the balcony, trying to process what he just did. He thought of Lloyd and their last fight before he left three years ago.

"You stupid bitch!"

"Mulligan, I'm sorry!"

He put his head in his hand. He remembered how far Lloyd went after he slapped him. He didn't mean to, really he didn't. He still doesn't know why. It wasn't the first time either.

He still loved the hell out of him, he dreamt of him every night. He didn't want to talk to him anymore, though. Everytime he did, he feels so guilty. He should feel guilty. He looked over at the bedroom and saw Maria there, her ass in the air. Why? Why did he do it over and over again? She was pretty, yes, but he didn't love her. He didn't even like her. He was staying with her and her family in Puerto Rico. He was sad, she was horny, the excuses could go on forever. He had to stop, and last night was supposed to be a breakup of sorts. She started crying and told him she loved him, and for some stupid reason he said it back and they had sex.

She woke up and ran into the bathroom. He heard her throwing up. He got nervous, but there's no way. They only did it three times, you can't get pregnant from that. He was worried nonetheless, he's always worried about something. She's been sick for weeks and said her period was late.

"Hey, Maria," he knocked on the bathroom door. "I kinda stole a pregnancy test from my sister, I think you should take it."

"Ugh, fine." She came out after brushing her teeth, gagging. Mulligan gave her the test. "Give me five minutes."

She closed the door. He sat on the bed, still naked. She can't be pregnant, there's no way. He could leave her and go back with Lloyd, he doesn't need to know. Yeah, he'll do it today. She came out twenty minutes later, and sat on the bed next to him in her red panties and bra. Her black hair hid her face.

"Well?"

She put the pregnancy test on his lap. He had to stare at it twice. He looked up at her, eyes wide. Maria moved her hair so she could look at him in his eyes, crying.

"I don't love you, I don't know why I said I did..."

"I feel that way too, Jesus what are we gonna do..?"

She bit her nails. "How am I gonna tell daddy? How are you going to tell your mom?"

"We can't!"

"We have to! We don't believe in abortion and adoption here is shit!" She walked around the room. "We're fucked!"

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"Alright, Sauveterre, here's your surprise!"

Cortéz pulled the sheet off to reveal the first plane built by their company. It was huge, thankfully there were stairs so he could get up tomorrow. It had the Vagu flag on it and it was a navy blue model. He tried not to smile like an idiot but it was hard. His eyes watered at the flag. Blue and white with a white star in the middle.

"It looks so nice, wow. It's so pretty and shining!"

"They spent months on it." He pulled the stairs out for him. "Go in, see if you like it."

With some struggle, he was able to get in. It was cold. It smelled like a brand new pair of shoes. It was his. He looked around. He saw buttons, controls, even a cup holder. All for him!

He got down. "This is great! And all for me!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Excuse me!" Someone ran up to him. "General Sauveterre, very important call for you!"

"Wo, that must be him!"

The two others cheered him on as he ran to the phone booth and excitedly picked it up. It was him! He called him first!

"Hi Mully! I have something to say!"

"Lloyd, listen, I need to tell you something first." His mother was arguing with another woman in the background.

He felt a pit in his stomach. "U-um, ok, go ahead."

There was silence for a while. The longer it went, the more nauseous he felt. "I cheated on you. I'm so sorry."

Everything froze. This had to be a cruel joke. "Mulligan, stop lying to me."

"I'm not! I-I got her pregnant!" He almost threw up but didn't. His head got hot as big, angry tears started rolling his face. "Lloyd, I'm-"

"Shut up! You actually did it! My father told me you would do something like this but I never wanted to believe it!"

"I wasn't thinking!"

"Don't come with that shit!" He then cried out and whimpered like an animal who's been hurt. "Did I make you so unhappy? This is why you didn't talk to me anymore?!"

"You made me so happy! I don't know why I did it!

Lloyd started yelling at him in French, tears making his words crumble and stutter. Mulligan was yelping, trying to apologize and back-peddle.

"I didn't mean to! I really didn't mean to!

"You fucking whore!"

"I don't want to marry her! I don't love her! Lloyd, marry me!" God must've been laughing at them. "I'll take care of you! I love you!" His mother yelled at him as Lloyd laughed, a bitter laugh.

"Look at you, a loser just like your dad, huh?" He knew that was a low-blow, but now he was a shark, coming for any drop of blood he could get. "You're really gonna do that to your baby?"

"...."

"Listen, whore. You're marrying this girl. I won't talk any bad about her because now she's a mother. You're going to marry her, treat her better than you treated me, and take care of your kid. It doesn't matter what you want. I didn't want you cheating on me, so we both don't get what we want."

Mulligan was broken, Lloyd didn't mind stepping on all the little pieces that were left of him. He should feel powerful, the other always did this to him when they fought. But he felt a complete monster. They yelled for three hours. Mulligan begged for his forgiveness, cursed at him, then cried again.

With a tired voice, Lloyd sighed. "Alright now, we're done."

"No! No! Please, Lloyd!"

"Have fun with the family." He hung up and walked out.

Cortéz and everyone from five miles could hear him. It was surprising, they never saw him angry before. They all froze when he walked in, his face glowing with tears and shame.

"If someone calls for me, don't answer it. That's an order." Everyone nodded, scared to upset him with words.

He walked into his room, stared at the wall, then screamed bloody murder. Screamed for wasted time. Screamed for his broken heart. Screamed for all those dreams he had where they lived in a big house and grew old together. He just screamed. He sat on the floor and grieved after he couldn't scream anymore. Why? Why was the most asked question with the least amount of answers. Why do things like these happen?

Kim walked in, slowly, with a plate of fruit. He hugged him and let him cry for a while, rubbing his back. Word got around quick, everyone knew.

This was perfect.

"C'mon, sweetheart," that word just rolled off the tongue. "I brought you some strawberries."

"I-I don't-don't want to eat..."

"Ok, ok." He lifted his head up. He looked so beautiful when he cried. His brown eyes were all shiny. "I love you a lot, you know that? I'll take care of you. I promise."

"You're the-the best. You really are..." He sniffled.

The next part happened so fast. Kim kissed him the lips and put his tongue in his mouth. Memories of his uncle came back as he slapped him and stood up.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

They yelled at each other in Korean. Kim told him everything. How much he loved him, how long he waited for this moment, even how he would kiss him in his sleep. Lloyd almost threw up at that part.

"Kim, I don't want to speak to you! Go away!" He pointed to the door, almost running to it.

"No!"

"I said to leave!"

Kim pulled him into his arms and tried kissing him again. Lloyd screamed, pulled away, tried to kick his balls, he wouldn't stop. Memories haunted him.

"Uncle Henry, please stop!"

"Uncle, I don't want to!"

"Please stop! You're hurting me!"

"Kim, stop!"

He still doesn't know how François found out, but the injured man flew out of nowhere to grabbed Kim's neck and started choking him. Lloyd fell on the ground, gasping for air. He didn't know what François was doing until he saw Kim's bright blue face and heard him gasping and struggling like a fish out of water.

"No! You'll kill him!"

There was something in those blue eyes that scared him. He looked like a different person, he never saw him like that. He was screaming at Kim to die and how he'll beat him up death if the choking didn't work. He was so red that his freckles disappeared. Lloyd had to bear-hug him and drag him out the room.

"Let go of me, fucking bitch!"

"François, stop it!" He threw him on the bed. He got up and got in Lloyd's face. They were both shaking and crying for different reasons.

The other grabbed him by his shoulders and screamed, "ARE YOU STUPID?! DON'T YOU REALIZE WHY I DID THAT?!"

"YOU WERE GOING TO KILL HIM! YOU COULD'VE GONE TO JAIL!"

The veins in his head and hands popped out. His voice sounded like his mother's, high and cruel. "I DON'T CARE, YOU PRICK! I NEEDED TO DO THAT!"

"WHY?! IT DIDN'T EVEN INVOLVE YOU!"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, GODDAMMIT! I LOVE YOU AND HE WAS HURTING YOU! I LOVE YOU AND HE WAS GOING TO KILL YOU IF I WASN'T THERE!"

Lloyd's heart was beating so fast he felt like it was going to explode in his chest. "NO, NO, NO! THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" He pushed François off of him. He started pulling his hair, breathing too loud and too fast. "THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN AT ALL!"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"

He pinned him to the wall and grabbed him by his collar. "STOP SCREAMING AT ME!" That caused François to quiver. He went back to himself, he turned into his mother and he hated himself again. "YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME AND I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO STILL LOVE YOU BACK!"

"You l-love me..?"

"YES! I LOVE THE WAY YOU BUTTON YOUR UNIFORM! I LOVE THE WAY YOU HAVE TO TURN IN BED BEFORE YOU SLEEP! I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE NOSE TURNS RED WHEN YOU'RE COLD! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU AND IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!"

He let go of him and started wailing, shaking and holding onto the wall for support. He's no better than Mulligan. François had his hand up to his mouth, dumbfounded and remorseful.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. I need to leave, I need to leave. I have to go. I have to go."

He stumbled to the door, dizzy. François walked to him and touched his arm. Lloyd looked at him, he looked so blurry. Everything felt warm, like he had a fever.

"Lloyd, Lloyd, don't leave. Oh God, please don't leave."

He grabbed François by his sleeve before his consciousness slipped away.

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Hey guys, so the next ones will be in ORDER YIPPIE

And, things I need to clear up.

1. If I mention Lloyd having brown hair/eyes, it's pre or during the war. If I mention him having white hair and purple eyes, it's after the war. It'll make sense later pookies

2. Ok this was Tumblr. Guys, just because two characters are Jewish doesn't mean I support isreal for fucks sake. I happened to make them Jewish years ago and I'm not changing them so go bitch somewhere else. Also, you're offend by people being Jewish, especially people who are in a book, I think you need to work on yourself fam.

3. While on that, no, I'm not making this a religious book. Is there parts that mention religion and God? Yeah. I'm a religious? No, I'm atheist. (If that offends you, again, go bitch somewhere else. You aren't my problem) Please, and this is to a certain person, stop asking me. Stop reading if you have to.

4. These are pretty long and really sad and I'm kinda sorry about that. I had these characters in mind and in the works for years. Please, if you want something else more in detail or written about please tell me.

Alright, see you in the next one :)

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Auguste Toulmouche -THE RELUCTANT BRIDE