The Husband Games: 5SOS Edition

Chapter 28 - One Does Not Simply 'Tweet' About This Situation

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Chapter 28

"How could you."

Those three word are the first things I hear when I plod through the front door of my house. My ten year old sister Malina, glares at me as she stands behind the open door, her obvious distaste rippling off her in waves.

I sigh, and push past her to continue the slow trek to my bedroom, I don't have time to argue with her today. I don't have any energy left.

"Jayson, say something! I just can't believe you!" She snaps, closing the door and running up behind me.

"Go away Malina, I don't have time for your negativity right now." I groan, raising my good hand to rub my forehead, before opening the door to my bedroom, stepping inside, and locking it behind me.

Luckily Malina eventually comes to her senses and I hear her walking back into the lounge to get back to whatever she was doing, and my mother still hasn't come home from work yet. So I lean against my locked door, and stare at my room.

It's completely untouched, exactly the same way I left it on the day I travelled to the Capitol. My mother has changed the sheets on my bed, but apart from that, everything is as it was.

Clothing is strewn across the floor, my makeup remains the same, littered all over my dresser, and a pile of novels are still on my bedside table.

I exhale deeply and hobble over to my bed, collapsing against the familiar sheets and pillows, grateful for the comfort it provides me. I stretch out my sore ankle and prop up my shoulder in it's sling, before trying to get as comfortable as possible with all of the bruises I have from my fall. When I eventually reach a state of contentment...The tears begin to flow again.

I was so close.

And I blew it.

I never got to say goodbye, to my fellow Tributes, to Etsy, to Steffie...To Luke.

I've been ripped away from them and thrown back into District R. To live as an outcast.

The 'Most Popular Tribute' is now the most controversial.

I've become hated by the Capitol, for having an opinion, for believing in something, for having morals.

What is wrong with this country?

I don't have time to dwell in my sorrows because a few minutes later, there's a knock on my door.

"Not now Malina, I can't deal with whatever you have to say..." I moan, biting my lip to hold back the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. I love my sister, I really do. Although it may not seem like it at times...

But right now, I don't think I can deal with anyone.

The knocking subsides, and in the silence I place my favourite black and gold headphones over my ears, and flick onto a playlist I've never used before.

I made it at the beginning of the year, preparing for when I would be in the exact mood to use this playlist, but have zero willpower to create it.