The Spirit of Woe

5 - Disagreements

"Get a JOB! You lazy fuck!" Martin heard the youngest shout, mind wandering off, he watched the two boys fighting like always when he entered the house.
He slept on the beach until it was morning again somehow, the hard, uncomfortable ground making his head hurt really badly.
The headache worsened by the loud sounds.
"Fucks sake, it's my decision!"
"ALL OF US pay for this house! So, should you or go back to your land of Po!" Nafaa shouted at Keith, just their usual routine of arguing over small things.
"Martin." Mazzy spooked the man, grabbing unto him, "Help me." She begged.
"I don't know how you deal with this, but I can't take it anymore. Please.." She kept crying, "Take care of them, I'm already late to work."
Martin gave her a nod, receiving a blissful 'Thank you'.

 Once the girl was gone, he stared at the two boys, crossing his arms disappointingly.
The brunet cleared his throat, receiving their attention: "Martin! Finally someone senseful is back that can knock some brains in this idiot." Keith cheered. Nafaa only scoffed.
"I am right tho! You need to start working too!" Nafaa only received an eyeroll for his words.
"Nafaa, I am sure Keith is already trying his best, isn't that right?" Martin eyed the shorter, noticing him getting uneasy.
"Uh.. yes." Keith pondered.
Martin mentally held himself together, already done with these two.
"If you keep fighting, go on. Not like I would care. I leave this to Thomas, if anyone even cares about both of your shenanigans."
After his words, the boys fell silent. There was still tension between them, but seems like humbling them made them less aggressive.
"I take that as a challenge." Nafaa mumbled, giving a side eye to Keith, making Martin sigh.

 It was whatever, he didn't have the strength to deal with any of them at the moment, all he wanted to do was to get wasted.
That was if there was any alcohol left at home.
He noticed a note: "I know you're reading this, Martin. You weren't supposed to be reading this. You got a real problem, now go do something better and forget your bad habits."
The man grunted in annoyance: "Goddammit, Mazzy!"

He could of gone to the store and bought more, except there was a blond standing by the doorway.
"You're not leaving them to me." Thomas gave Martin a look, making him grunt another time.
"Aw, c'mon. It takes a lot of mental capacity to deal with them."
"You won't be the only one suffering." The younger gave him a weak smile.

 This day will be long.

"Fine. Since Mazzy is working a full shift today, let's make dinner together." Martin called out.
Thomas nodded in agreement, smiling.
Martin put his hands on the table, looking at everyone around him.
"Alright, what do y'all want?"
"Porridge." Thomas answered.
"Anything you will make, except if Keith offered it." Nafaa replied.
"I was about to say noodles. What's wrong with you?" Keith argued.
"I'd rather starve than eat food from you." Nafaa scoffed.
Martin rolled his eyes, "I think I'll just make porridge then, so everyone gets fed and doesn't fucking die." 

Martin took out all of the ingredients and dishes, reading out the recipe.
Everyone worked together. Nafaa and Keith arguing then and there, but they finished it in the end.
By the time they were done, Mazzy came home and silently sat at the dinner table, smiling at the fact they worked together.
They smelt the food and put it on plates.
"Seems like it's done. Eat up." Martin told, seeing everyone get into it almost immediately.
He enjoyed the food himself, full of love.
Not quite enough love from two specific boys, so it tasted maybe a bit more sour.

Plates were done soon and he was already washing the dishes.
Listening closely to what others were saying in the living room, he paid attention to the words.
"I think we did a good job." Thomas smiled. "We should cook together more."
"Would of been fun if Keith wasn't there." Nafaa sighed.
Keith gave him an angry stare, commenting, "Well, the feeling is mutual, Nafster."
Nafaa cringed and almost puked the food.
Mazzy was awfully silent.
"Mazzy? Where are you looking?" Thomas questioned. Martin listening to all of this, made him feel the food mixing in his stomach, making him nauseous with anxiety.
"Yoo? Earth to Mazzy?" As Nafaa called out to her, Martin checked the fridge while putting away the dishes.
Thomas inhaled sharply, "Is she becoming pale? Mazzy!" he sounded panicked, "Are you okay?"
Martin checked the milk they added, seeing it expired two weeks ago. His eyes widened.

Sudden thump was on the ground and all the other guys gasped in the living room.
Dropping the milk, Martin stormed to the room finally and saw the scene.
Mazzy was passed out on the floor, foam coming out of her mouth.
"Guys, what are you doing?! Call the ambulance!" Martin urged.
Thomas was panicking and hyperventilating.
Nafaa rushed to the phone, Keith behind him.
"Thomas, calm down, it's gonna be fine-" Martin tried calming him down, only to hear arguing.
"Keith! I got the phone first! Let me call, you dumbass!" Nafaa yelled, trying to snatch the phone out of Keith's grasp.
"No, let me do it!"
"Guys, there is NO time to be arguing, fucks sake!" Martin yelled at both of them, snatching the phone and calling the ambulance himself.

When he was done, he mumbled to himself, "What a house full of morons..."
Looking back at the girl on the floor, he frowned in thought.
"Who poured the milk in the porridge?" Martin questioned.
No one answered.
"Of course, the milk added itself, I guess." he slammed his head against the wall lightly in disappointment.

Can this day get any better?