The opposite of silence [EDITING]

Ch 32: the falling begins

Eli POV
"Do I really have to wait here until she comes back?" I whine, thumping my hands on the table, "maybe I've got plans"
"You know how bad the first death is, and I believe I'm not her favourite person" Franki snarls, pushing me onto my chair.
"What makes you think I'm the next best thing?" I raise my shoulders, Franki raises a non existent eyebrow,
"You're a cute male who wants to make sure she stays" Franki bends over to my level, "don't you want to have your way with this one?"
"Woah, don't assume I'm going to want to fuck every girl I meet" I raise my hands in defence "maybe I just want to be friends"
Franki pulls back, "I'm going out. If anything happens, call" her voice changing to a very emotionless tone, she starts to head towards the front door.
"Can you grab some smokes on your way back?!" I call out, she ignores me and leaves the house. "Be safe!!" I shout a little louder this time, "love you" I mutter, grabbing a hunting knife that was left on the table, probably Vicki's. I start scratching into the wood of the table.

"Hey" Blurri pops her head into the lounge, I look up from the table,
"Oh, hey" I smile to the blondie,
"So..." she starts, walking into the lounge and sitting beside me "I just spoke to Mei"
"Yeah?" I put the knife down,
"What happened while I was gone? Theres a purple haired chick snorting angel dust off my toilet seat, Naomi's gay now, Mei is becoming a fallen angel" Blurri stares at me, I couldn't move for a moment, I wanted to say Connor, but I also feel like it wasn't entirely him.
"People change?" I shrug, it's not as if she doesn't deserve to know everything that's happened. Too many flash backs fam.
Blurri's face changes, she looks confused. "Angels don't just fall"
I go back to scratching the table with the knife, "they do if they're reanimated" I mutter into my hand, blurri gasps.
"She died?" Her hand covers her mouth,
"I thought you knew? It was the same day you came back" I look at her briefly, Blurri shakes her head "Connor went for me after Franki broke up with him, that's how Vicki arrived, then he got Naomi, Vicki, Becki, then somehow got Mei. She couldn't take it so she tried to kill herself, Franki ate her soul. Watched me suffer for six months then remembered she needed Mei so she pulled what was left of Mei out of Connor" I explain the brief to Blurri,
"He's a soul reaper?" She questions, I shake my head,
"A god. A shitty one" I continue to scratch into the table, small swirls and shapes.
"The only way to put a part of your soul into someone is to fuck them" Blurri gasps again, my eyes widen,
"What the fuck?" I mutter, I go to get up, then remember Fanki told me to stay here, ah shit.
"I though you knew that?" She repeats what I said earlier,
"Do you think I'd be okay with Connor fucking Mei, when I'm not aloud?" I stab the knife into the table,
"Hang on, did you say you and Connor got together?" She snickers, then holds her breath. "You're gay?" Another small laugh escapes her lips
I scoff, "no" I say as quick as I could "I'm pansexual" I correct her,
She hums a long mmhmm' while slowly nodding her head,
"I knew that Mei and Connor..." I pause, and clear my throat "I can't do anything about it though, it's in the past. He's still with her for what ever reason"
"Maybe it's love?" Blurri runs her fingertips over the carvings I just made
"Well, he definitely loves himself" I grab the knife again,
"Youve got to love yourself before you can love anyone else" blurri's wise words struck me for a second, I nod and go back to carving, this time a skull. "There's no replacement for love" Blurri whispers

"Good evening Eli and Blurri" Mei swoons into the room, her voice more cheerful than usual.
"Hey Mei" Blurri smiles, nudging me a little.
"Hey, did you and Connor fuck?" I stab the knife deep into the table, Mei turns around from the kitchen and stares at me
"We made love" she corrects me,
"Eli loves Mei!" Naomi calls in a taunting tone from the tv,
"Fuck up bitch!" I shout, "you heard what Blurri and I were just taking about. Gotta love yourself first"
"Doesn't mean you can't have feelings for someone" Mei takes her coffee to the table, "loving someone is the first step to accepting yourself"
"How the fuck am I supposed to do that? I don't even know who I am" I throw my hands up,
"It's not who, but what my little dumpling" Blurri taps my shoulder,
"She's right, you need to decide what you are" Mei reaches a hand to my hand still on the knife, "you need to find your strengths and work on that, not your flaws" she puts her hand over mine gently, her soft skin caressing me. She pulls the knife out with ease and takes it from me, "be the definition of life"
"Yeah, well..." I start,
Blurri butts in, "theres a lot to learn man"
"Just- fuck off!" I push her off her chair, "I'm still trying to purify my brain of my angel being fucked by a souped god" 
"A what? I'm sorry" Mei sounds angry, she places the knife on the table, away from me,
"I am not yours" the new celestial floats into the lounge, her voice echoing throughout.
"Yeah, you're going to have to change your name, it needs to end with I" I point to angel, she just blinks at me, the literal galaxies in her eyes sparkling and moving in sync.
"Mei, he is literally the worst person ever, I thought you saw that?" I turn my attention back to the beautiful pure woman in front of me.
"He saved me, I'm better now" she still sounds angry, Blunt.
"What makes him so much better than me?!" I stand up, my chair falling back as I do.
Mei's expression changes, her eyes dart from left to right, as if she's searching for an answer.  I lean back, she can't think.
"That's right" I nod, feeling victorious.
"Eli I'm so sorry" she grabs my hand, a small tear escapes one of her eyes.

Oh fuck don't cry

A knock on the door interrupts the moment, she slips out of my grip and heads to the door.
"No, don't do it" I mutter, reaching for her, she was too far by this point.
She opens the door, giving me a smile on the way out.
"She's so stupid!" I slam my hands on the table, cracking it around the carvings I had done previously.
"Dude, chill out. He'll fuck up again" Naomi walks past me,
"Yeah, but how many chances is she going to give him?" I question, picking my chair back up and sitting down.
"How many has she given you?" Naomi opens the fridge, bending over. The large shirt lifts, showing she's not wearing anything underneath. "Over the past seventeen years?" She adds, grabbing a carton of my apple juice.
"Put that back!" I scold, pointing aggressively at the small girl.
"I'm tryna' be your friend here dude" she shrugs while opening the carton
"You're never a friend" my eyes narrow, I watch her every move. She lifts her arm and starts to chug my favourite beverage. I grab the knife on the table, pulling it out swiftly And throwing it at the girl. The knife pierces the carton causing apple juice to spurt out and flow into the floor.
"Nice job, looks like no ones having any now" Naomi dead pans, dropping the bottle and walking away.

'He'll fuck up again...'