Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man In A Zombie Apocalypse. Entries 957 - 1157

Entry 1077: Sunday 8th September 2019

Entry 1077
Sunday 8th September 2019

A busy day. I saw Ash, and he said something rather weird, and I've just come up to my room after Nikki displayed more manic behaviour.

When I woke up this morning, I felt a bit sad. It was weird waking up with me being in Sandown and Leo in Cows, but my sadness didn't last long. I got dressed, unlocked my bedroom door, opened it, and jumped back to find Nikki, stood in the doorway with a crazed look on her face. "Jesus Christ, Nikki!" I gasped, "You scared the sh*t out of me. What are you doing stood there?" "Why the Hell have you got your door locked?" snapped Nikki. "What?" I said. "Are you deaf?" snaped Nikki, "I said, why have you got your door locked. "Because I don't want you walking in on me," I said, "Based on you standing like a f*cking unhinged lunatic, it's probably a good idea that I did lock my door." "What the Hell do you think I'm going to do to you, Luke?" snapped Nikki, "Rape you in the middle of the night or something?" "Nikki," I said, "It's my door. If I want to lock it; then I'll lock it." "How are we supposed to bring up a child if we don't trust each other?" asked Nikki. "With difficulty I guess," I said. "I don't have my bedroom door locked," said Nikki. "Nikki," I said, "I couldn't give a toss if you have your door barricaded shut or if it's wide open with a welcome mat. You do your thing, and I'll do mine." The mad b*ch is starting to get on my nerves and my plan of not snapping back at her is proving to be easier said than done.

I went back to The Hive today. Part of me was p*ssed off to find myself back in that concrete sh*t hole but it was nice to see Gary and feel like I was making a contribution to society and earning for my unborn baby. Gary and I had a chat over a cuppa in the staff room. "Well then, Chuckles," he said, "What's it's like to be back?" "Well," I said, "It's not exactly an exciting prospect, cleaning and sweeping a load of cr*p but I suppose if I have to choose between doing it here or at the prison, I'd rather do it here where I get to see you." "Aaaaw Chuckles," said Gary, "Stop it. You're going to make me blush. I suppose it's nice to have you back here too." I had a good chat with Gary and told him about all the drama that had gone on between m and Nikki, and about Auntie Meryl's accident. It was nice to chat to another guy and just get stuff off my chest without being judged. Gary's such a nice guy.

Gary was once again kind enough to drive me to Cowes, and I met up with Sci-Fi Cyn, Mike, Mum, and Leo. I gave Leo a kiss and a cuddle and we all had a chat over a cuppa. "So, come on then," said Mum, "What's it like been back with the b*tch? Has she cut off a horse's head and put it in your bed yet?" "There have been a few ups and downs," I said, as I gave Mike an awkward sidewards look, "But nothing I can't deal with." "What sort of ups and downs?" asked Sci-Fi Cyn. "Just a few nasty comments," I said, "Last night I made us a salad and she threw it at the wall, and when I got up this morning, she had a go at me because I locked my bedroom door." "Oh, this does not sound good," said Mum, "You need to come back home. Your Auntie Meryl will be out of hospital soon. Come back with us. You don't need all this sh*t." "I can deal with it," I said. "Yes, but you shouldn't have to," said Mum. "Maybe not," I said, "But Nikki's not going to change overnight, is she? Anyway, Nikki's behaviour isn't important." "Of course, it is," said Mum, "It's her behaviour that caused all this mess in the first place. I swear to God if she touches you..." "She won't lay a finger on me," I said, "I've told her; I'm not going to be putting up with her sh*t." "Yes, but you've only been back there two minutes and she's already acting like a f*cking nutter," exclaimed Mum, "I'm worried what she might do to you. Throwing crockery at a wall just because you made her a salad." "Well, she was in a bad mood," I said. "What was she in a bad mood for this time?" asked Mum, rolling her eyes. I gave Mike another awkward sidewards look. "OK," said Sci-Fi Cyn, noticing Mike and I exchanging tense stares, "What's going on. You two keep giving each other dodgy looks." "It doesn't matter" I said. "Well, either tell us or stop giving each other weird looks," said Sci-Fi Cyn. "Nikki was in a bad mood because I was going to perform a home-made abortion on her," said Mike. Silence followed. Mum and Sci-Fi Cyn looked as confused as each other. "Sorry, Mike," said Sci-Fi Cyn, "For a moment there I thought you said that you were going to perform a home-made abortion on Nikki." "Well, it's not like I've never done it before!" exclaimed Mike. "Mike, what the Hell is wrong with you!?" gasped Sci-Fi Cyn, "That is NOT OK. How were you going to do this so-called home-made abortion?" "I had her tied up," said Mike, "I was going to do it in the bathroom, but it's not big enough, so I used the bedroom. God, it's not like I was just going to dive in there without thinking. I had bleach and tongs and all that." Oh my God!" gasped Sci-Fi Cyn, "If Tinsley finds out about this, you'll be locked up." "I was just trying to help," said Mike. "How did you think that was going to help?" asked Sci-Fi Cyn. "No one else needs to know about this," I said, "Yes, it was out of order, but he meant well. Look let's not go over all this. Mike thought I didn't want the baby, and this was his – albeit, odd, way of dealing the problem. "Luke, it sounds like Mike got Nikki all angry and she took it out on you," said Sci-Fi Cyn. "Oh God," said Mike, looking all guilty, "I never thought of it like that. I'm sorry babes." "She threw a plate at a wall," I said, "Not at my head. I dealt with it. She was after a big reaction, and I didn't give her one. I just ignored her and went upstairs." "Maybe Mike had the right idea," said Mum, "If she had an abortion you wouldn't need to put up with all this cr*p." "Well, she's not going to have an abortion," I said, "And I don't want her to have one." "She might have thrown a plate at the wall yesterday," said Sci-Fi Cyn, "But what if it's your head next time?" "She's right," said Mum, "I don't think you're safe being there on your own without someone else." "I could move in," said Mike. "Not a good idea," I said. "Mike, you tried to take Nikki's unborn baby out of her using a pair of salad tongs," said Sci-Fi Cyn, "The last thing they need is you moving in." We continued discussing the situation and I managed to convince Mum. Cyn and Mike that there was no need for anyone to move in, but it was clear they were still worried about me.