Western Philosophy

"Why? Do you own her now? Are you gonna curse our mother if I tell ya, I'm friends with her? Clyde scoffed, as both Twins were visibly bitter from how thing had turned out. It hurt but it was better than not knowing the truth of how Taylor felt about them anyway.

But when they heard Taylor's statement. The Twins gave a eachother a very confused look on her face.

"No we're fine." Bonnie said. "But have you honestly been listening or are you seeing someone else in the room here? We came 'ta ask about how and if we could fix things with Emily. That we felt bad about it ever since you made us talk about it. You got selective hearing? Did we ask for advice on hurting people?" Bonnie turned around and asked her bro who shook his head.

"Does Emily remind you of yourself?"

Taylor grimly shook her head. "I am done talking to you," she snapped at Clyde.

She went toward the living room and set Dixie's hat on a chair, and flung the towel from around her shoulders onto the back of the chair. She grabbed a baggy, black, pull-over hoodie that belonged to Johnny and put it on, and it covered her to her upper thighs.

She came back and faced Bonnie, arms folded stubbornly over her chest. "Do you always let him talk for you?"

"The hell I do?" Clyde spat as he huffed in frustration. Was it too late to tell Melissa he changed his mind?

No.. He wouldn't change a thing. But he was done with this chick. She wasn't hot either. "Thanks for the food." He said before leaving the room and going outside to sit on the porch, wondering if it was Taylor or him. Mercy didn't like him anymore either and he terrified Jamie, yelled at Cassie. Threatened Johnny. Suddenly he was starting to realize he was pretty fucking lonely and he needed to get used to it.

"Are you always biased?" Bonnie muttered drly. "We could have finished eachother's sentences if you preferred." Bonnie rolled her eyes, this whole trip had been a complete waste of time and apparently the champion was a dick regardless if sober or drunk.

"My question still stands by the way, have you been listening to what we've been asking?" Bonnie asked followed by a tired sigh, she didn't care anymore and her face showed visible dissapointment.

"Yes, and fuck off. You wanna tell me some more about how proud I am of what happened with Talia? Go fuck yourself. I already answered your stupid question, and if that's not good enough for you then ask someone else."

She had a powerful urge to go hit something as hard as she could until her lungs exploded, which, as soon as the Gastins were off her property, was exactly what she was going to do. Until then...

She gestured wordlessly at the air for a moment before she spoke. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asked sarcastically.

Bonnie looked at Taylor with a dissapointed gaze and sighed, turning her back to leave without saying a word. "No. We're sorry we wasted yer time. We intend ta' make this our last visit. Can't say I wanted that ta' happen... We like ya and shit but.... Forget it..." Taylor didn't give a shit, it was pointless to care. She thought so lowly of her brother, this high and mighty champ, who claimed she wanted to help people.

Take care and good luck on yer... Title run and junk. " Bonnie said as she left room, closing the door behind her where Clyde was waiting, trying hard to look like he honestly didn't care. But it was hard.

"You think maybe we should just stop?" Bonnie asked suddenly as the two walked away from the house.

"Stop what?"

"Everythin'."

"Yeah. Retirement actually seems realistic these days, don't it?"

"Considerin' my fight record? And how everyone hates our guts? More than ever..."