Let's All Make Believe - Oasis

Chapter 32

My car keys weren't anywhere. I searched high and low. I kept asking Liam where he'd put them but he kept shrugging me off. I wanted to take the kids out but I hadn't told him that yet.

I was the complete opposite of the days before. I was determined. I was focused. I was fast. I got up so early, I finished breakfast with the boys and got us all dressed before Liam stirred. I let him have his sleep since he'd worked so hard because of me. I made his breakfast too.

While I waited for him to wake up I did every quiet household chore I could think of, while keeping a close eye on both boys and thinking hard to place those keys.

From the moment he sat in the kitchen, eating, I started to search for those keys.

He didn't give them to me with the rest of my stuff. He didn't tell me where he'd put them. I did my best to think like him, so I could work out where to look. All I could come up with was a string of swears. I opened and shut every cupboard door and every drawer, assuming they'd be at the front, straight in front of my eyes.

Once he was done with breakfast he sat half watching/ playing with the boys, half watching TV. He clearly wanted a quiet, relaxed day, unlike me.

"Will ya just leave it and stop making a fucking mess." he said, annoyed that I was getting in in the way and disturbing his TV time.

"Where are they?!" I demanded as I rifled through Ste's toy box, he liked keys, maybe he picked them up. "Why can't I fucking find them?"

"They're not nowhere..." he finally answered cryptically.

"What d'you mean they're not nowhere? What does that mean?!"

He took a gasping breath, knowing I wasn't going to like it. "We didn't bring the car over. I sold it."

"What?! Why?!" I questioned, stopping chucking toys out my way.

"Well, you crashed it, hallucinating." he pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I didn't crash it, I scraped it one time."

"It's gone now so ya can't do it again."

"How could you sell my car? Why would you do that?"

"Cos it's not safe, the doctors and the DVLA agreed."

"For fucks sake Liam you're such a prick."

"Wasn't my decision. I had to do it."

"Yes, it was."

All I could think about was how hard it'd be to get my licence reinstated now they'd been told I was unfit to drive. I couldn't believe he'd taken that away from me too.

"It's not forever, they said you could get your licence back in like three months if you follow the treatment. You can go without a car for three fucking months."

"How can I ever go anywhere now?"

"Drivers, taxis." he shrugged.

"I need to drive. I can't go hiring people like you can."

"But going to the game on our money is fucking fine?"

"That's not the same. That wasn't my choice, nothings my choice."

"I'm not trying..."

"You need to go back to Patsy and stop interfering in our lives." I walked away, back to my room.

"You need to pick all these fucking toys up." he yelled back.

I searched my room for my licence. I was sure I'd seen it when I put my belongings in their new places. If he hadn't sent it off, I could ring them and tell them he got it wrong. I came up with a million different explanations as I searched but I didn't find it.