Wanking Photographer
Monday, January 12th, 2004
Wanking Photographer
A Dom Entry
Interesting news has come in from the Sparks residence. That is...the Wood residence. Shite, everyone's out to confuse me.
Anyway, Billy went to visit Leon a while ago...in an effort, I suppose, to patch things up between the two of them. Considering the nature of Billy's emotions after their last meeting, I really can't blame Bills for wanting to go. Even if Leon...er...(well, we'll say Leon for now)...even if he isn't exactly my best friend...I guess...I've...learned to get along with the guy. Billy assured me I could trust him enough to allow their meeting at his place, (aka, the deli), and I can't really...ever...say no to Billy. Damn-...myself.
Getting back to the story... Bills went to the deli to talk to Leon and reconcile. And reconcile they did. But more than that. Billy came back with a few interesting details. Turns out our beloved Leon Sparks isn't really a Sparks after all. Nor is he a Leon. Turns out, Leon's real name is Elijah Wood - a celebrity in fact...yeh, the kind from Hollywood - and he's hiding out in Lauderville to keep safe from the media. You'd think the story would end there, too. But it doesn't. Actually, it turns out that Elijah has received some disturbing news. He's being blackmailed...by...someone. The fucker behind the operation took pictures of Elijah around town and sent them back to him as some sort of sick threat.
Okay, getting off-topic, but...this is a real turning point for me, I think. Really, this must be the very first time I've ever felt bad for Leon. Erm, Elijah. Just thought I'd put that to heart. Didn't think it would ever happen. Well, not really. Maybe. Uh, back to the story, hey.
What's worse than everything...the pictures the blackmailer took were of 'Leon' and Billy together. For Billy's sake, I'm attempting to swallow my nerves about it, but I can't really hide the fact that it bothers me. Bill said that there was a chance, if the pictures got out, that people could think that he and Elijah were...well...together. Together not only in the physical sense, that is. Or...well, that's bad enough anyway. And I'm really scared; I am. I don't suppose there's much I could do to help things out, but I have this bloody awful urge to just find the wanker behind these photos and give him what he deserves.
My Billy; if anything happens to him, I'd...I'd die. I don't know. What do I do?
Billy told me that, "No, you can't come to work with me, Dom. I'll be fine." He won't even let me drop him off.
I'm so...bloody frightened.
I need to go home and hold him for a while.
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