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We're Going To Hell

Well, There Goes The Fridge

“Home Sweet…what am I saying, I don’t even like to be here,” Brian said as he put my luggage down at the foot of the bed, “At least this room is clean. It never gets used,” he smiled at me, “Even has clean bed sheets,” he assured me, and I noted that I would have to check and make sure.

“ Great, so, you gonna help me hang my clothes up,” I asked, and his face fell. That was Brian, hated anything that had to do with cleaning and working. He’s lucky he gets to make his living off of doing something he enjoys.

“Do I have to,” I complained, and I looked down at my cast.

“I would myself but, I’m kind of beaten up,” I did a puppy dog face until finally he gave in, and I smiled in victory and self satisfaction. I sat down on the bed, and set my crutches against the side of it, right next to me, “Put the suitcase right here, and bring all the hangers here, too. I’ll put them on the hangers, all you have to do is put them in the closet,” I said, and he nodded, putting and opening one of my many suitcases on the bed, and I situated myself so I was sitting in front of it. He dumped all of the plastic black hangars next to me, and I started putting all of my shirts on them, until I only had pants and undergarments left in my bags. Brian put all of the folded things into a different separated drawer in the oak dresser on the side of the room.

“So, about giving you baths,” he looked back at me and smirked. My palm found its way to my forehead and my hand slid down my face.

“What happened to your mom?” I quickly changed the subject, remembering she was here yesterday.

“Yesterday, you caught her right as she was about to leave,” he informed me, and I nodded my head in understanding.

“I was kind of hoping she’d be here to keep you off of me,” I muttered under my breath, more to myself.

“So, back to the situation at hand, your baths,” he smirked, and my face once again fell. Not at his many attempts to bring up a way for him to see me without clothes on, but because of how I had to take said baths.

“The doctor said I had to birdbath it. Can you believe that?” I said, getting frustrated.

“I can help,” he suggested, a smirk growing on his face, and I made a disgusted snort.

“Yeah, you can help, with not being anywhere near the bathroom as I am doing that,” I said, cocking an eyebrow at him, and he pouted, “Sorry, Syn. But I’m not for that,” I told him, and shrugged, and he took the pout from his face.

“I can accept that,” I smiled, and this time, it wasn’t a sexual smirk, “I respect it, too,” he said, and sat down next to me, “So is there anything you want to do, like watch a movie. I won’t try to get into your pants, I swear,” he said, causing me to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess, help me get to the living room?” I asked, and he lightly grabbed around my upper arm and handed me my crutches as he led me out to the big space. Looking around the house, it was obvious that his mom had been here, because it was absolutely spotless. Brian was a very untidy person, so cleanliness was not something you usually saw in his house. He helped me as I sat down, and lay my crutches on the ground behind the couch. He went to his movie case, and turned to me, asking me what I would like to watch, “I don’t know, what do you have,” I asked, and he started calling out names, until I heard him call out Lost Boys, then I knew exactly what I wanted to watch it.

“Would you like a beer, anything,” he asked as he started towards the kitchen, and I shrugged.

“Yeah, that’d be cool,” I said. As the advertisements on the disc played, I heard popping of microwave popcorn, and the strong smell of butter. He came in now with a huge bowl of the popcorn and a couple of bottles of beer.

“Don’t feel like getting up,” he told me, and pressed play with the DVD player remote. I grabbed one of the bottles, taking a sip of the alcohol, and my face twisted up into a face of bitterness. How did this asshole drink this shit? I decided to bite the bullet, and drink it anyway. Being drunk right now seemed like a good idea. Escape reality for a little bit, lose myself, just not too much, because all in all, I was still alone with Brian, and opposing what he wanted, I didn’t want anything to go on. I tried to pay attention to the movie, knowing I was starting to lose consciousness, as I slipped away into a sleep. I had had a really long day, and I was super tired, mixed in with the alcohol. I think tomorrow night, I would try and slip into a coma.

I woke up, a faint headache pounding on the inside of my head. I hadn’t gotten wasted or anything such as that, I’d only had a couple bottles, so whatever hangover I had, I knew Brian’s would be much worse. I sat up, once again, remembering I had a cast occupying my leg. I grabbed my purse from the side table, searching around until I found my phone. I found Saleigh’s number in my recently called, and instantly dialed her number. As it was ringing, I looked at the alarm clock, telling me it was around two in the afternoon. Wow, I had really slept, hadn’t I.

“Hello,” Saleigh’s voice came through on the other line, sounding irritated.

“Hey, how are the ‘rents?” I asked, knowing that was more than likely the reason she sounded pissed.

“Just dandy. We leave tomorrow morning for this getaway. I just hope we’re not all sharing a room, because I will grab a pillow, and gladly sleep outside.

“Oh, do you know where it is?” I asked, trying to strike up a much needed conversation.

“No clue. It’s a pre-wedding surprise,” she informed me, and everything came back. I completely forgot that soon, Saleigh and Zacky were going to be getting married.

“Oh, right. So, when’s the wedding going to be,” I asked, wondering when the shananigans were going to be held.

“In a few months or so. Valary’s planning all of this. You know, I want you to be my maid of honor,” she told me, and my heart rose a little bit.

“Me? Really?” I asked, a smile crawling on my face.

“No. Not really, I’m going to tell security to make sure you’re not anywhere within 2 miles of the ceremony,” she said in all seriousness, and my face dropped again, “Just kidding, of course I want you to. Anything to get you into a dress,” she joked, and I rolled my eyes, aside from the fact that she couldn’t see me.

“As long as this is after I get this stupid cast off. They said it’s not that bad, so I’ll only have to have it on for about five to six weeks,” I told her, throwing the blanket off from over me. I was still in my clothes from yesterday, so I knew Brian hadn’t done anything to me.

“Hey, that’s not that long,” she said, a smile on her face.

“Five to six weeks that I’ll be staying with Brian,” I mumbled, and then heard her laughing on the other side.

“I really wish the getaway way later, so you could stay here,” she told me, and I shrugged it off.

“It’s okay, but I think I’ll go take this stupid birdbath thing. I feel disgusting,” I told her.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later. Give me a call if you need anything. Oh, crap, I won’t be here. Call Matt and Val,” she said, and I chuckled.

“Bye, have fun,” I said.

“Bye,” then we both hung up. I grabbed my crutches, and went over to my closet, where I got a top, and went to my dresser, where I got everything else. Brian had done the favor of putting all of my cleaning stuff in the bathroom already. I walked in, and shut the door. I made sure to lock it behind me, so Brian wouldn’t ‘accidentally’ walk in on me. I ran the bath so it was only a little bit full, and stripped off my clothing. I hoisted myself into the tube, propping my foot on the side, so it was sticking out. I grabbed an unused washcloth, and started cleaning myself. My bath took quite some time to do since I had to make sure my leg didn’t get wet, and it proved very difficult. I didn’t know how I was going to put up with almost 6 weeks of this. I finally got out and dried myself off, and got dressed. I managed to get myself ready, and look acceptable. I threw my clothes into the hamper, knowing I’d end up having to teach Brian how to use his washing machine. I cleaned up my mess, and then walked out to the kitchen, hopeful I’d have the ability to at least make cereal. I was surprised to see Brian already in there, sitting on the counter studying the side of a Bisquick batter box. He had on his reading glasses, and a highlighter, and he looked up as he heard my approaching.

“What are you doing,” I asked, trying to contain my laughter at the sight.

“I’m going to make breakfast,” he said, and I cocked an eyebrow.

“I want to watch this,” I said, and went over to the other side of the counter, where I hoisted myself up, and let the crutches rest between my legs as I rested my head on my hands on top of them.

“Yeah, yeah. Because I can’t cook, and blah blah blah. Remember, you’ll have to eat it, no matter how much of a not pancake it looks like,” he warned me, and I only shrugged.

“I’m up for the challenge,” I smirked, and he slightly shook his head as he walked over to the fridge. He started pilfering through it until he found the ingredients he needed. It was swift how this happened, but I saw it in slow motion. The dumbass forgot there was a refrigerator door there, so as he stood up straight, he walked right into the door, taking it off the hinges, and he fell on top of it. I couldn’t contain my laughter as I looked at the mess in front of me, and the only thing he was able to do was lay on top of the door. The look on his face clearly told me what he was thinking, which was along the lines of ‘what the fuck just happened?’, and it was great.

We ended up going out to eat as he left the mess exactly how it was. He didn’t really have that much in there that he needed to refrigerate, anyways. He got dressed after he took a quick shower, and we loaded into his dark black Hummer, and drove us over to the nearest Waffle House. I was surprised that he didn’t continue throwing around perverted comments with a sexual innuendo seeping from them. Actually, this felt like a completely new Brian I was around. I was able to hold a conversation with him without him attempting to get into my pants, the Brian I’ve known all of my life. Maybe staying at Brian’s for the next few weeks wouldn’t be as bad as I was making it out to be, maybe we would have some fun. Maybe it was the painkillers talking, which I’m willing to bet was the actual reason.

©Shannon.

Notes

Okay, so this was based on an actual even, but it was at Saleigh's house, and it was her dad who took out the fridge.

xoxo, Shannon.

Comments

@Avenged foREVer
Yes, hello, I was confused writing it.
We can both be confused together.

This is the importance of plot creation prior to writing LOL.

snuff; snuff;
7/3/18
Ok wtf happened?I am sooooo confused!I love the story so much but it fucking pissed me off at the same time because I have no mother fucking clue what happened!Pleeeease get back to me about that!But it was amazing and had me on edge the WHOLE time!And there were so many parts that made me laugh my ass off which I thuroughly enjoyed!!Really great just fucking confusing.Especially the last line.Why would they all be going to hell?
Avenged foREVer Avenged foREVer
11/20/12
more please :)
cant wait for more :D
Awesome story! cant wait for more update soon please