Disenchanted (Frerard) Wattys2015

Chapter 32

Nothing was going right, nope, the whole world was against me, I was beginning to form the opinion that I must've done something wrong, that Gerard and the world were just getting back at me. This morning, I burnt Kyle's pancakes, then burnt all my fingers on the pan, Gerard seemed to be rather pissed with me as all he said was good morning before he left for work, but worst of all I broke the coffee machine. So I was in a horrible mood, I still hadn't gotten anything about yesterday from Gerard, I had a really painful burnt hand and I had no coffee in my system. I was a little worried about Kyle too, I think he sensed something wasn't right, he was all subdued, he sat back in silence as if he was worried I would shout at him for speaking.

Without coffee I struggled, but when I was in a fool mood, still very angry at Gerard and coffeeless, I couldn't even predict my next move. But of course the world hadn't finished ruining my day yet, oh hell no it still had a lot more under it's hood, I can assure you it played all it's tricks on me. Just as my luck would have it, as you can probably guess, I went straight from dropping Kyle off at school to the store, what were the out of stock in? Coffee machines. New York city, it was fine I would find another store with a coffee machine, or that's what you would think. Every store I could find before I gave up, none of them, not a single one had a coffee machine, or even a fucking kettle.

Obviously that wasn't all, it had been clear from the breaking coffee machine, that today was just going to be one of those days, but goddamn it could've been a little better. By lunch time when I still hadn't found a coffee machine, I went to Starbucks, thinking everything over and realizing that this would probably mean whoever the fucker on the phone was they were going to be even more hated by me. That wasn't what was annoying me at this point though, what annoyed me was that I was stuck in a fucking traffic jam, Kyle came out of school in ten minutes and without the traffic it would take that long.

When I did eventually get out of the traffic, I managed to get there only five minutes late, much to my relief, I wouldn't want to be late at all but especially no later than five minutes they're often late out anyway. It went without saying that on this particular day they were going to be out on time, of course they were, why would they be out late when I was late?

There were still lots of parents in the playground, lots of people talking to others with their kids by their sides, I was glad I didn't have to do that actually. Kyle never liked anybody except Johnnie and Bryan so they were the only parents I spoke to, but Kyle always got me out of that shit by begging me to take him home. I don't know what did it, but he was the most anti-social four year-old ever, maybe that was my fault.

Mrs Bruce, Kyle's teacher was still stood at the door with a young girl, but Kyle was nowhere to be found, I scanned the playground looking at every person, knowing him if Johnnie or Bryan were still here that's where he would be. Surprisingly I couldn't find any of them, maybe he was in the bathroom, yeah he would be there, so I walked over to the wall by his teachers door listening as the little girls Mom arrived.

A moment or so later Mrs Bruce approached me, a confused look on her face as she spoke. "Mr Iero, are you waiting for Kyle?" She asked.

"Yes, is he still he-"

"He left as soon as the bell went." She replied getting a lot more confused, "H-he said he knew them, he seemed happy to go." She shrugged.

"Katie?" I asked, little bitch, I swear to god, she was supposed to be in Australia, "Okay well I gotta go, thanks for telling me." I said as I walked away, climbing straight into my car.

I didn't drive away straight away, I pulled my phone from my pocket finding Katie's number and calling it. Time differences, they're a pain in the ass, it was probably the middle of the night in Australia where she supposedly was, but if she was actually there I couldn't care less, she was an obvious suspect. She picked up to my surprise sounding about as pissed off as pissed off can get, she also sounded pretty damn tired.