How I got to date the loml

Home life

Jack:

The driver drops me off at my house. I can see the 2 cars in the driveway. Fuck, that means John is home. Maybe I should... run away, no I tried that already didn't end well. Fuck.

I walk over to the door and take out my keys I unlock the door. Open it and enter hesitantly and cautiously. I could smell my mother's cooking. I looked to my left John was sitting on the couch a bottle of beer in his hand, threatening to fall. He was asleep. I lock the door.

The television played the news. "So yeah these 10 teenagers are running around with masks on killing people. They move from town to town, city to city. There are no pictures of them without their masks. We have no voice recordings, no fingerprints, nothing that can help us locate them. Be wear they might get your town next" That's all I heard as I walked to my room. When I enter my room I lock the door.

Wait did I lock the front door? Fuck. I grab the handle of my door and twist it slowly. It didn't open. Oh yeah, I locked my door. I'm so stupid. I unlock it and tip-toe to the front door. John was still asleep the TV was still on, but it was playing an ad. For a restaurant.

"Introducing happy hour, at Opulent Fine Dining. Come by at 4 pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays and enjoy an hour of half-off food. That's right 50% off." said the ad as I made sure the front door was locked. I went back to my room.

It is currently 3:06 pm I lay on my bed with the body pillow I own. Bored out of my mind.

✨later, 5 pm ✨

I left my room heading to the dining room. My mom had set the table. Sammy was sitting next to John who sat next to my mom. "Did you fo all your chores?" John asked in a harsh tone. "A-all but o-one," I say. He puts his fork down. "Go do it right now or no dinner for you!" he said he still hadn't looked up from his food.

I go over to the kitchen out of sight from John. I loiter there pretending to do something. When they are done, I go over to the dining room. "I-I'm done with the chore"

He gets up from his seat as my mom starts to gather the dirty dishes. He leaves the dining room heading to the living room. He then checks the kitchen and the guest bathroom that's there.

My mother finished collecting the plates and headed to the kitchen. As she's walking in she blocks John's exit. He pushes her aside "Stop being in the goddamn way all the damn time woman!" he yelled.

Sammy seemed indifferent. She got up enslaved by the rectangular box known as a phone. As my mom hit the floor she dropped the plates they shattered around her one of the pieces cutting her arm.

"You can't do anything right!" yelled John walking over to me. He was pissed.  I could see my mom getting up in the background dusting herself off. "You did... well, I guess" he paused his face was still angry.

"You can have dinner now." he left after that going to the kitchen. He slipped and landed on the broken glass. Some of it stabbing his arm. He got up looking more pissed. He slapped my mom, "Why did I marry such a useless woman like you!? God, you're a nuisance." he scoffed taking the broken glass from his arm. He threw the piece at my mom. And walked further into the kitchen.

I heard the fridge door open and close. He walked out of the kitchen beer in hand walking to his room. My mother grabbed a broom and swept the broken glass. After, she went and did the dishes, the only chore in this house which I didn't have.

All I could do was stand there trying to process what happened it was in the span of a few minutes but it felt like hours.

✨The next day. Tue, Aug 12✨

I wake up and get out of bed I walk to my closet and get out a pair of clothes. Today we're feeling lazy so hoodie and sweats. I leave my room the smell of fresh pancakes entering my nostrils. "Hey Mom," I say walking over to her. Giving her a side hug.

She hands me a plate with a pancake and some sosages on it. "Please," she said in a pleading tone. I give her a small smile. "Fine." I take the plate and she hugs me.

Sammy was already sitting at the table eating holding her phone in her hands probably scrolling on social media. John was at work he usually left at 5 in the morning. I eat the singular pancake and the few sosages.

When I was done I went back to my room. I hid the body pillow under my bed, all the way in the back corner by the wall, behind a few boxes. I walk to my desk and collect the sketchbook on it. I put it in my bag.

I exit my room and sit on the couch in the living room. I quickly got up as a memory of the past flashed in my head. At 6:23 my mom tells me and Sammy to get in the car. I get in the back while Sammy takes the passenger seat. My mom gets in after a minute or so.

After a long-ish quiet drive, we arrive at school. I wish I was at home. In bed under my blankets sleeping peacefully. The bell rings and I head to my first period. "Hey guys," I say walking over and sitting by Fred and Micheal.

They both greet me as the tardy bell rings. The teacher starts reviewing and finishing the notes we had started yesterday. Since me and Fred were done with them we helped Micheal finish quickly. "So what did you do during the summer anyway," I ask Micheal.

"I packed my stuff fro-" he was cut off by the teacher "No talking while I'm teaching." we looked at each other and started to whisper.

"Uh where was I?" Micheal asked in a hushed tone. "You were saying something about packing" reminded Fred. "Oh yeah." Micheal cleared his throat. "So I was packing up my stuff at my mom's house. And I visited my sister's grave, and then caught a plane, and moved in with my dad. So nothing too exciting." he said.

"You have a dead sister?" I blurt out my tone quiet enough for the teacher to not hear. He nodded. "How did..." I pause unsure if I should ask him. "How did she die?" I pause for a second before rapidly saying "I-if you don't mind me asking of course you don't have to answer that if you don't want to sorry for asking I ask dumb questions sometimes." god I am a disappointment.

He shook his head "No, no you're fine." he starts. "She was... um... she was hit by a drunk driver. She was only 8." I could hear his voice getting shaky. "I-I was supposed to be watching her..." he runs a hand through his hair. "It should have been me, not Dina."

He wiped a tear from his eye. I feel bad for Micheal. I honestly don't get why Tom says he's a bad person. Micheal is great.
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Word count: 1274

I'm still alive. Enjoy the chapter. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TOM (Oct 18. He's still the same age in the story ofc till his bday in the story) I legit wrote the last part of this chapter right before writing it digitally.

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