Not Used To It

VIII

It's been a week and a half since I got fed up and had my outburst. We still barely talk. Henry's gone to parties every night since then and I don't mind since it makes it less uncomfortable to sleep at night . But I do mind when he's all tired and hung over the next day, I also mind when he leaves halfway through the day and I have to deal with 4 grumpy, hungry kids and clean up at night. The kids are all in bed, sleeping and Henry is about to leave.

"Henry." I say softly and he stops getting ready. He looks up at me quizzically.

"What?" He asks in a monotonous voice. I sigh.

"Henry, I just want you to help me with the kids more. I know you adore them, the way you look at them just screams that. Please don't be that kind of father to them." I ask pleadingly allowing my tiredness to seep through and allowing myself to appear vulnerable before him. Henry sneers at me and slams his fist into the dresser. He turns around and glares at me. 

"Don't compare me to my father." He growls out. How dare he ? I actually let a tear slip out of frustration. I wipe my eye and I jump out of bed.

"I was talking about my father you idiot !" I yell at him and run into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I hate this kid, everything is all about him, he's not the only one with problems in life and you'd think the asshole would stop and see that but nope. I hear a knock on the door, a soft one.

"Dork, come back out." He says but once again it's not with his usual malicious tone. It's more gentle and a little remorseful. I sigh and just sit on the floor, hugging myself.

"If you don't come out, I'm coming in." He threatens lightly. I lock the door and stare at the tiles. These are some nice tiles.

"You know what, fine. I guess you won't be getting that help around the house you dumb bitch." He spits through the door. I laugh but not out of humor, out of disbelief. I can't believe this is my partner and I can't believe this Henry was my Henry. The kind-hearted, stupidly cute, goofy, funny, lovable, patient, humble and mild-tempered Henry that I grew up with is gone. I don't even want him back anymore. 

I pick myself up and I splash my face then dry it off with a paper towel. I unlock the door and walk out. I get right in bed, under the cover which makes it easier for me to remove the bra I was wearing. 

"Bye." He says to me which is odd. I just wave to him since that's the current free hand.

"Can you turn off the light?" I say softly. He nods, flicks the switch and leaves closing the door behind himself. I get the tv remote and put on Arrow. I pause it when I realize while I managed to catch up on Arrow I'm still way behind on Flash. Olly hun, I'll see you tomorrow night. I watch 3 episodes before I feel myself start to nod off. I turn the tv off and check the clock on Henry's nightstand. It is 12:01 am, no wonder I'm tired. I sit in bed awake for a little bit just imagining the days when I won't get roped up into doing projects with people I can't stand. Then I imagine me in college and going out, I even conjure up this image of the guy I'd like to date. 

I jolt awake and look around fervently for my phone. I finally come across it and I look to see I've got a text from the devil. I check the time to see it's 1:15 am. What in the hell does he want? I open his text message. 

Lucifer : Can you come pick me up please ?

I do not have time for this, I am dead tired. 

Me : Henry, if this is your idea of a joke, I 'm going back to sleep now.

Lucifer : No joke, I got into a fight and I'm ready to go. Long story short, Bianca doesn't want to leave since she's single now. 

Oh shit, what in tarnation happened at this part. Hold on, he's being a little too open he could be drunk.