Curse You Cupid

And He Died. The End. So What?

I was dying to get home. Honestly. We all have those days that we want to dig a hole and jump right into it. That's not how I felt though. I felt like digging to the underworld, then digging beneath that and curl up right beside the box that had the remains of Kronos, the almighty titan.

I pulled into the driveway and surveyed the area. Seemed as if mom wasn't home. Mom, was a good mom.

Yea. She was a good mom. And she was pretty cool too. Not the average mom who ordered their kids to live within the boundaries of the rules. She wanted us to experience life for ourselves with only one condition- don't make stupid mistakes coz she won't be responsible for it.

I guess that was pretty alright though. It was fair enough.

She's been through a lot. Because of him- my sperm donor. A few years ago, back in middle school, they started arguing a lot-mom and him I mean. Ethan and I would hear stuff break, screams- agonizing screams- the type that would cause Nightmares for a loooong time and cursing. You know, that kinda stuff. Then the next morning we would wake up seeing our frail mother, with scars and bruises. Some mornings, when she couldn't bear to lie to her own kids, she'd try covering it up with makeup but unknowingly she ended up crying it off.

Hello Waterproof?!

It was horrible, the worst years of my life. But, that, that was just the beginning. Just before I finished middle school, no one knew what was happening and I had no one to talk to. I was the friendless geeky girl with braces and glasses. Say the name Tori Tyler and instantly, they would ask "Who is that? no one goes here by that name. Sorry." even though I was sitting next to them.

Sucked like hell.

Anyways, because of my lack of friends, I kept a diary, a little purple book that never left my side. I would write the things dad said to mom, how I saw him shove her into the wall then the sofa then hit her with his bottle of Jack Daniels. It was basically my entire life in that book. Then the unthinkable happened. It was stolen. Stolen by someone who I didn't even know and before I knew it, my secrets, my deep dark secrets were being read out to the class.

"Awww, here I was thinking that she was daddy's little girl! She's a freak! And guess what? Your mom's a freak too. No one loves you!!"

No one loves me

No one loves me

NO ONE LOVES ME!

I never forgot those words. So even though the thing with my dad continued for a long while I had that to deal with too along with his dramarama. Until I left middle school actually. When we moved here. Where we now called home. And my dad never came with. Haven't seen him since nor do I want to see him.

And that guy who stole my diary, (curse him) on the last day of middle school, the idiot, the damn jackass, the asshole, the hermit, the f*cking douche bag kissed me!!!

Then, unfortunately I moved and I heard he died.

Oh well. No reason there to be sad. I didn't even know the guy's name.

I turned off the engine of my car wondering how I was gonna tell her I got a detention and more so, that I trusted the devil's spawn (aka my jinx) to get me out of the mess that he made.

Oh boy

I opened the door and walked to the door absentmindedly not aware of the sound of the fire alarm going off. Not until I took a deep breath, thinking I was gonna be sucking in the sweet smell of home when actually I was sucking in smoke and soot. It had to be Ethan. I just knew it.

"Goddamn it Ethan! What the frack is wrong with you" I screamed running into the kitchen.

"I was hungry!" he yelled back while hitting the small flame in the frying pan with a broom but as we all probably know, plastic catches ablaze pretty easy so I yanked it out of his hand.

"Get me an old shirt!" I told him coughing a little.

"What?!" he screamed at me. "I can't hear you through all this smoke!"

Wait... Here I was thinking he couldn't get any stupider. The universe sure had a few things to prove to me today.

"Are you shitting me Ethan????!" I ripped the shirt off his body and beat the fire till it got out. He's gonna die.

I looked at the pot for a long time, contemplating what I was gonna do to this idiot.

I took the broom that was rested against the wall beside the stove.

"Ethan." *dramatic pause*

"What did mom say about you and cooking?"

"umm, she said don't....?"

Just like that I snapped, picked up the broom and chased him around the house. I was gonna beat the hell out of this "little brother". Shit. Him cooking should be illegal in ten states or something.

By the time I caught up to him, we were both on the floor giggle like two happy Texas gals who just got new boots.

I know I know. I really seem to hate him but I really don't. I mean, despise the concept "little brother" but I loved him. Somewhere deep in inside (NB: Somewhere).

"What in the name of the Chronicles of Narnia is going in here?!" We were so busy trying to rip the hair out of each other's scalp that we hadn't noticed that mom had walked in.

"Ethan tried to burn the house down and I swear to help I did not God him!" I paused..

Umm.. What?

"I mean, I swear to God I did not help him" I corrected myself.

"Yea and Tori got a detention today." he smirked at me wiggling below him.

I slapped him in the face. Not too hard, not too soft. Just to let him know who was boss.

"OH MY GOSH TORIIIII WFT?????" he rolled off me and curled into a fetus while I stood up to face God knows what. Mom can be very unpredictable.

The way she looked at me was enough to tell that she was angry. He eyes were legit spitting daggers at me. Right now, if she was green with scales, she could pass for a Chinese dragon.

"Explain yourself young lady", he voice a stern, rigid and pitiless. Trouble trouble trouble.

"Well.. Ummm... pinterest.. And umm, laughing then hamme an detention. And mom I swear to god I didn't do nothing it was jerkinstein and hazel and then the truce and I got out before it was over. And it was stupid I know to listen to the spawn of the devil let alone make a deal with him and good lord if I'm in trouble don't take my phone or my ipad". I ranting until I realized that her face didn't look stern and rigid anymore. She looked rather... amused?

Suddenly, she burst into a fit of laughter, holding her knees to support her entire body.

I told you I had no idea what to expect.

"I know honey I know, Hamme called me... Next time, just ask to go to the bathroom!" she honestly couldn't stop laughing until she turned around holding her belly.

I was definitely not expecting that reaction.

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After a few hours of recollecting my idiotic story we had dinner. Even i started laughing. 

I mean, I made a deal with Jerkinstein in Detention. Highlight of my life! 

Well, actually, there was that one time when I bought "brownies" from the mysterious man in a hoodie for a really shady looking guy and then got chased by the police. But oh well!

Bad Tori...

A/N: I think this chapter is by far my worstesssttt. 

Is that even a word?? Lol

Anyways, what are your thoughts about Tori's dad? Do you think he's gone for good? If so, what do you think happened?