The boxer and the bitch

Chapter 11 - Yes. With a child.

  ♫Devil on My Shoulder  - Billy Talent ♫

Mummy called to inform me that she and Papa are paying a visit tomorrow. Not a stay because supposedly I live in the dorms. Since then, the color has been drained off my face and the sounds of heavy laughter have been coming from Harry's room upstairs. It's been quite some time since the call ended, hence this.

I climbed up the stairs stomping and marched towards Harry's room in anger. I almost knock the door off by slamming my fist hard on it.

"Shut it you wanker!" I screamed at him past the door, incredibly frustrated. We try so hard to get a smile but here's this chipmunk laughing his lungs off at my agony. Even louder laughter roared throughout the house and a thud of something heavy falling followed, most probably Harry himself. I hope the ground swallows you whole, asshole.

I storm back down to the living room, to find Ari snickering to himself. I give him a dirty look, making him instantly turn back to his cooking and waltz out to the back-yard. 

I spend hours thinking of a resolve. I hear Harry finally sobering up from his fit and come downstairs, only to laugh along with Ari at my state. I can't really blame them. I would do the same, giving in my tendency to laugh at the most pensive of situations. But I'm not going to be understanding. Their loud voices and echoing laughter are making me real mad and I may stab someone with a fork tonight.

"I'm going to call her." I heard Ario say.

"You take out the plates. I'll bring her." Harry offered and I could hear his footsteps getting closer. I stubbornly kept my ass planted on the grass, even though I could've went inside myself. The glass doors slid open, and in came Harry. The dork tumbled over my feet and face planted on the ground beside me.

I leaned down so we were face to face and looked him dead in the eyes with a sold expression. "I won't laugh at you, because I am not heartless." I said with a neutral voice. I abruptly stood up and looked at his large sprawled out body.

"Fuck it." I dropped my serious act, and began laughing like a wheezing donkey. No regrets on that part. I honestly don't remember being serious for more than 10 minutes, and I'm beginning to believe it to be a weakness. My laughing ceased when my ankle was pulled and I landed on my back beside Harry. We both soon got up without helping each other or even asking for it, eyes set in glare and lips in straight lines, looking right at each other's eyes and making a silent agreement to not mention it. Ever.

"What is taking so-" And face-planted Ari after tumbling over his own leg. I and Harry, both broke out laughing instantly. I raised my hand for a high-five and he was about to return it but he stopped himself and squinted his eyes at me. I twisted my face in distaste. A wrist caught my leg but before it could pull, I looked down to give Ari a straight face. In my peripheral vision, I could see Harry doing the same. 

"No." Both mine and Harry's firm voice made Ari pull his palms back like we electrocuted him. 

I left both the stupid boys behind and marched my way back inside. This day has been such a ride. From the mess at uni, getting a job, being arrested, making a new friend, getting thrown out yet again, the havoc and now this. What a wonder I haven't died of this headache. 

I always have this child of Satan. When I was younger, I would eventually cry from the unbearable pain, but with time I've learnt to endure it. I hate taking medications, and so I don't. Although I did visit an abundance of doctors, both neurological and psychiatric, to cure it but nothing proved of help.

I smell the food, but unlike usual, it doesn't satisfy me. I cross my arms, looking at the wall and wait for the boys to return. They do and even start eating but I kept sitting intact the way I was before their arrival. I'm not gonna lie, I'm waiting for them to ask.