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“Wait,” he said, combing her hair and pushing her head forward. “You've got all these little baby hairs.”
He cleaned up her haircut while the little bits of hair itched against her neck. She felt freer than ever and that's all that mattered. She looked in the blurry reflection of the refrigerator. “It looks a little uneven but I kind of like it, thank you.” She said, “What do you think?”
“I think you look beautiful no matter what.” He kissed her on the lips. “What should we do with this?” He held up her old hair.
“Let's throw that away.” She took it from him. June had thought if she could bathe herself in acid to remove the touch or anything from Ben she would. This was close enough.
Wolfie pulled her in close, “I wanted to ask, what was it about Ben in the beginning that drew you to him?”
“I mistook him for the sun when he was really the flames of hell.”
He ran his hand through her hair, “I'm sorry he happened to you.”
“He brought me to you, I would walk through the flames of hell again to get to you.”
Wolfgang became inches from her face, “You already did.”
Wolfgang
Wolfie inspected her haircut after her shower, the weight of her hair was gone creating a wave in her strands. He liked it, especially being able to see her neck. She couldn't hide behind her hair anymore. He was actually impressed with how well the haircut turned out. Brittanya always made it seem so difficult. Maybe it was just his haircut.
He was happy to be with June, but the last two weeks he's been internally begging to be inside of her. He wouldn't make the first move, not when the last time she was with somebody he forced himself on her. Wolfie couldn’t really see those scabs anymore, since they were more of a surface wound but he would never forget what they look like. Just like he wouldn't forget watching Ben take his last breath. There's been a few times he wished he didn't have to kill Ben. But when he saw her scratches on herself, the way she jumped when he would walk in the room or the few times he had felt her tense up under his hand, he wished he could kill him again.
He never understood how somebody could be so sadistic towards somebody who had never done anything wrong. Fuck Ben, he didn’t regret it.
He sat quietly on the couch watching her as she shuffled through the old records. He saw a cover flip to him and read the title.
“What is Zeppelin?” he asked. “That's a weird name.”
“No,” she smiled, lining the borders of the antique, "that's a band not one person. They're also, like, one hundred years old.”
He shifted his weight and adjusted his jeans. “Well, are they any good?”
“I don't know. Should we play it?” June looked up at him.
“Why not? We don't have anything else to do.” The speaker buzzed as she flicked it on, and the needle scratched as she placed it. She knew what to do from one of her mom’s favorite movies but never had the chance to do it herself. Arithmetic beat played over the speaker as an animal wailed.
“What is this?” He looked at her confused.
She flipped the cover back over “Immigration song.”
He rubbed his face, “It's awful and amazing at the same time.”
She pulled out another stack naming them one by one. “Wow,” she said, “this one says nineteen seventy seven on the back.”
Juniper
She looked up from the record, catching Wolfie watching her, knowing she was his entertainment and the reason he was here. She felt bad; she felt like she needed to give him something as gratitude. June was scared of what feelings may come up because of her last interaction. It was unfair for him, but she warned him months ago, telling him she was damaged and now he had seen what she had been through. Wolfie had seen the way Ben treated her, the way he acted towards her, like she was disposable.
She would never be able to repay Wolfie for saving her. “Thank you.” She looked at him.
“For what?” He looked confused.
“Coming and getting me, even if you left me here, I would be safe. Even if I got caught and charged with however you left him. I would be safe, I would be safer in prison than with him.”
He grinned, “I don’t think they would believe you could have done what I did to him. You don't have to thank me, I didn't have to come here.”
“But you did, I owe you my life.”
