The Swap // Denis Stoff

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Denis arrived back really late that night and I could tell he had been drinking. That had put me in an instant bad mood. Why the fuck would he be drinking when he knows fine well Anya and I are leaving early tomorrow morning to fly to Ukraine? What a fucking dumbass. He stoats around the room, removing his clothes as he goes along.

'Good show then?' I ask, raising one eyebrow. He smiles like a goof to me and nods, saying nothing. He continues to fall over his jeans as he tries to take them off, making a massive thud on the ground. I snap around to Anya, who is thankfully still asleep. I feel so angry all of a sudden, and stand up by Denis. I point a finger in his face and make sure he is paying attention. 'I dont know who the fuck you think you are Denis, but you better get your act together. I'm up at 8am with Anya and will probably be up through the night with her. And here's you storming around the room drunk as fuck being a selfish asshole. Hurry up and get ready for bed because if you don't I'm going straight down the stairs to book another room for you to sleep in.'

I sit back down on the bed and he looks at me with a somewhat confused expression on his face. 'I'm sorry.' He mutters. 'I'm just finding it hard to deal with that you and Anya are leaving tomorrow.' He hiccups and crawls into bed next to me. 'Forgive me?'

'No. Not tonight. Just go to sleep. And if you think it's hard dealing with it come and walk a mile in my shoes pal.'

I turn my back to him and switch the light off, settling down to sleep.

I had been up 6 times during the night with Anya and Denis didn't flinch once. Every time she woke up crying I wanted to kick him in the face. How dare he do what he did last night. Our first night away from a week in the hospital and he goes to a show and gets pished? I don't think so. I don't fucking care if we are leaving today I am so mad at him I can hardly function.

I get up and feed Anya. She's in an irritable mood today and I completely understand where she's coming from, because so am I. Denis doesn't stir the whole time and I am half tempted to call a taxi to leave without him even knowing, but I know that wouldn't be fair on Anya; she has to see her daddy before we go. I walk over to the bed and notice a note on the side table. It is addressed to me and it looks like Derek's handwriting. I snatch it and shove it in my jean pocket, walking over to the bed.

'Denis.' I say, giving him a shove. He groans and turns over. 'Denis!' I slap his head this time, and he turns around to me. He opens his eyes, squinting. 'I hope you had a great night last night Denis.' I seethe. 'But me and your daughter need to go now. We have a flight to catch.'

Instantly he snaps up. 'Fuck.' He says, clearly realising what he's done. 'Amber...' His voice is croaky from the alcohol and he has dark circles under his eyes. His hair is all over the place and normally I would find this cute but I am not enamoured one bit. He looks like shit, and I hope he feels like shit too because of the abruption he has caused over the past few hours.

'I've called a cab. Get your ass up.' I get Anya already in her pram and put my coat on. Denis stand up. 

'I am so sorry Amber. Life has just caught up with me... I...'

'No excuses. You need to keep up with life. We have a baby now and I won't be the one doing all the work with her for her to turn around at like 8 years old and tell me her daddy's her favourite when it was me who done all the fucking work. Get your act together.' 

That whole spiel was dramatic and unnecessary but he needs to realise that this behaviour isn't going to cut it. 

'You have all the time in the world on the rest of the tour to get smashed and feel sorry for yourself, but you chose last night to do it too. I'm so angry with you Denis.'