The Lonely Hearts Club

Chapter 64: Eyes (Hades)

I'm calm.

I've never been fucking calmer.

"She's fine, yeah?" I ask Acorn, scratching around his soft years.

I'm at the art gallery, I'll be back soon x

I examine the note and read it over and over and over again.

Fuck she has nice handwriting.

Today Bree will find out if she's got the job or not at that stupid art gallery. I hope she gets it—only because it'll make her happy and I want her to be happy.

She wants to do this by herself, so she can do it by herself. I don't need to be there. Unless I get a bad feeling about the situation, then I'll be there. I know the fastest route and I can drive fast.

It'll be fine.

As I sit and try to keep my heart rate normal, I start to think.  How the fuck did she even get there? She didn't take my car—I'm notified if anyone even touches it—and she didn't go with Savvy because she's currently fighting with Nicks.

"I hate you!" Her scream is slightly muffled through the wall, but anyone can hear them.

"NO, YOU DON'T!" Nicks screams back.

There are sounds of things breaking and I wish I could say I was alarmed, but I'm not. I'll only step in if I think it's getting really bad.

Bree wouldn't have gone with Coco or Angelo because they're doing a wellness therapy session this morning.

They're chill. 

You see, Coco will drive you out in her healing van (the one Nicks stole that one time he kidnapped us) and take you to the beach.

There she'll curate a special session just for you to help you deal with whatever the fuck you need to deal with.

The last time I went was ages ago, way before I met Bree. We sat in silence and watched candles burn and the flames flutter in the wind. I liked it.

And as for Joey and Lana, they're out of the country meeting with some old corrupt rich guy.

The art gallery is too far to walk meaning she must have caught the bus. I hate the bus, and never in my life will I catch it again.

I wish Bree got me to take her, but I understand it. She needs time away.

My teeth grind together.

Nothing wrong with that.

I grip the note in my hand until my knuckles turn white.

A door slams in the hallway.

I know it's Nicks, because silence follows the door being shut. Savvy always makes sure people know she's there.

It's silent for a bit and I give him space while I get ready for the day before I finally decide to check on him.

Nicks is sitting in the hallway, arms resting on his knees, looking distraught.

His hair, which is normally blonde and brighter than my future looks like it's been hacked with scissors.

"What happened to you?" I ask, looking at his butchered hair. "Did Savvy..."

"No," he mutters. "I did cause I was mad and now I regret it."

Nicks isn't the best at cutting hair. He's good at hair dye parts, but shaping isn't what he does.

"Why'd you do it?" I ask.

"We were fighting and I don't know," he shrugs. "I went into her bathroom and hacked off my hair, Savvy hasn't even seen it yet, that's why I'm sitting out here."

"You two need to break up," I say bluntly. "It's not good man, I've tried to give you time to sort your shit out, but enough is enough."

Their relationship is extremely toxic and it's putting a strain on them.

"I can't, I love her and love is complicated," he says. "Besides, I already tried to stop things after the plumber thing, remember?"

I remember he didn't stick at it for very long.

"You sure it's love?" I ask. I think about Bree. I love her and I can't imagine fighting with her all the time or throwing things at each other.

The thought makes me shudder.

"Yes," He snaps. "But sometimes loving someone is hard."

Uh...alright.

I don't know how hard exactly it's supposed to be. I also don't think the people coming up with that saying were envisioning a Nicks and Savvy type of relationship.

"You need to properly talk to Savvy," I say.

"I'll talk to her when you talk to Bree." He says.

Got me there.

"You gonna stay out here?" I ask.

"Thought you'd never ask." He grins.

Once inside my apartment, he gently pets Acorn, gets food, and sits on the lounge, turning on the TV.

He does it so naturally I forget for a second that he hasn't done this since before Bree moved in. It makes me feel bad that I haven't been able to spend as much time as I used to with him.

"Look, let's face it, we struggle with communicating the important stuff sometimes," Nicks says, continuing our conversation from before. "That's okay, one day it'll bite us in the ass and we'll be wishing we bit the bullet earlier."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask.

"Things have a funny way of working out, that's all." He says, turning away and putting on the news.

I hate the news.

I rely on getting information from Joey because that man is obsessed with watching the news and knowing everything.

"Aw Jesus, what the fuck is this?" He asks, squinting at the screen.

"A twenty-seven-year-old man has been involved in a terrible altercation, Sandra, will you give us an update?" A blonde news anchor asks.

"Yes, Liam Marshall was viciously attacked at his place of work, his eyes have been ripped out of his head and haven't been recovered." Sandra, a stressed-looking reporter says, standing in front of the crime scene.

I've done that to people before. It's a strange experience.

"You weren't involved in that, right?" Nicks asks me.

"No." I snap.

"Sorry! It's just...you've torn out people's eyes before, haven't you?" He asks.

"Yeah, whatever."

I start feeling a strange feeling of worry out of nowhere.

I gave Bree space but I mentally decided that if I got this type of feeling I'd go and check on her.

So I'm gonna go and check on her because now I'm worried.

I swear if anything happens...

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A/N: I just saw a video of a man eating a live cockroach and I feel extremely ill