Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Thirty Seven

Author's Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! I hope you all celebrated and stayed safe! Please vote and comment. I would love to hear your feed back! Bring on 2022! BM xx

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  "THIS IS SEMPITERNAL! WILL WE EVER SEE THE END!?", I scream the lyrics of the 'Bring Me the Horizon's' song 'Shadow Moses' as I drive my car into the garage.

  Once parked I get out and proceed to get my shopping and take it inside the house.

  "Hey Bitch", Taya says lifting her eyes from the TV as I enter the living room.

  "Heyya", I reply with a small smile.

*Ding Ding*

  Once I'm in the kitchen I pull my phone from the back pocket of my jeans to see Ben has just messaged.

'Starbucks tomorrow before Uni? X'.

  Ehh I am not fucking going tomorrow.

'Nah, I'm not going.', I type out and hit send. I put my phone on silent and put it back in it's place in my back pocket.

I put my headphones in to shut out the world while I begin to prepare dinner. When I pull my phone back out to choose a song, I see both Carter and Ben have texted me. I roll my eyes.

Can these two fuck off?

Ben's message reads, 'Does this have anything to do with my brother? He's not really talking to me but I know there's something wrong'.

'Just leave it. I'll talk to you later', I send back to him.

Carter's message says, 'You're not going to be at Uni tomorrow? x'.

  Fucking Ben...

  'No... Message me once you're home though and I'll come over', I hit send and then open Spotify app. I press the shuffle button on my favourite heavy playlist. 'Cries in Vein' by 'Bullet for my Valentine' begins to play.

  Oh yes.

I move around the kitchen cooking our dinner and just as I'm finishing up and about to plate I feel a much better mood wash over me.

  "Taya! Dinner is ready!", I call out to her.

  She enters the kitchen and takes a deep breath in through her nose.

"Mmm smells so good", she says smiling.

  "Thanks, it's Thai green chicken curry and rice...", I say.

  Taya's face shifts, scrunching tightly. She is such a picky eater but I've been trying to get her to try new foods.

  "Don't worry I took yours out before I added the chilli so yours isn't spicy and if you really hate it then we can go get Maccas later", I roll my eyes and laugh at her.

  "Well it smells good so I'll give it a go", she says shrugging her shoulders and opening the fridge.

  She pulls out a Smirnoff stubbie, "You want one?", she asks.

  I turn to her, "No thanks I've got a drink", I say holding up my whiskey tumbler.

  We sit and eat, talking and laughing, just like we usually would on a Sunday night. Forgetting for a moment what either of us were dealing with. It's nice and for a second I forget about everything that's happened this weekend. I let go of my determination to be the biggest asshole in Australia and am able to bury the depression that suffocates me daily.