I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know

Chapter Twenty Four

I got home quickly and was actually happy when I stepped into the threshold.

"Stop touching yourself Tyler, I'm home!!!" I screamed the minute I closed the door behind me.

"Ha ha ha!" I heard Ty say from the living room.

I was about to go straight to him but there was something odd about the hall. Something was off.

That's when I realized the cupboard in light wood with dim green and yellow flowers that was usually against the left wall, with all our hats and scarves and other small piece of clothing for winter had disappeared.

I frowned at that.

Had Tyler been playing hockey in the house again with his buddy while I was gone and crushed the damn thing?

"Care to explain to me why the cupboard in the entry disappeared?" I asked him when I walked in the living room.

Tyler was sprawled on the couch, watching the sport channel, as usual, but he turned the volume down.

"Oh that would be our lovely mother!" Ty answered me bitterly.

"What?"

"Ya, now she's leaving with the furniture isn't it just AWESOME!" Ty scowled, sitting properly.

"WHAT??"

"Ya, yesterday, maybe an hour after you left, mom came and dad was with her. They had gone to the restaurant to talk about things and she asked for the cupboard, among other things and obviously our damn father agreed!!"

"Among other things?" I asked completely shocked, letting myself fall on the recliner.

"She wants half of everything! I mean the lady started a good damn decorating business with dad's money but now she wants more!! I mean come on! She's already going to have her father's share on the law freaking firm, I mean, that's not enough!?!"

"Oh god..." I whispered, shaking my head in denial.

What the hell was wrong with her...? I mean, I know how things work... And I know fairness is important and my parents worked together to get the house and everything they had but please! She's the one who left; she's the one who cheated!! And that decorating business she had started last year when she had decided law wasn't her thing anymore, wasn't that enough?? Dad had to take care of us now! She had only herself to take care of!!!

Why couldn't she just leave us alone?

"Don't you just LOVE this!?" Ty said, his gaze far far away, shaking his head too.

"Are we... I mean are we going to be alright? Financially I mean?"

"Dad said not to worry, MG motors is going well... He said not to worry about anything..."

"Of course he did..." I whispered.

My dad... The one never complaining about anything that never sees the bad in anything that always sees the good in everything... Of course he would give her everything and of course he would tell us that everything would work out fine...

My sweet sweet heartbroken dad...

"I just wish this was all just a freaking bad dream... Honestly I'd even be ready to endure Annabelle again if that meant we could go five year back in time when everything was alright..." Ty whispered.

"Wow... Annabelle, seriously?" I snorted.

Tyler hated Annabelle. He had actually thrown her a goodbye party, without inviting her of course. The party was to celebrate his joy of her leaving.

"I'm THAT desperate..."

"Don't worry... We'll work it out. We always do..." I told him.

"But what if we don't this time?" Ty whispered.

"We will..."

Ty sighed and then looked at the television, his eyes not in the game though.

"So give me good news!" I suddenly said, trying to cheer up the mood "Did you call Vanessa?"

"Ya I did" Ty snorted, giving a little kick of eyebrows, throwing his head back just a little.

"And did you work things out?"

"Of course we did. We declared our love for each other and agreed that all this resentment was just sexual tension. So we're getting married in Aruba by the end of the month and we'll call our kids Batman and Catwoman"

"Oh god what did you do..." I whispered, my head falling in my hands.

"What do you think we did? She told me I was a man-whore and I told her she couldn't hit B properly!"

"TY!!! That's sooo mean!! She sang that song for YOU!!" I shrieked getting on my feet.

"Oh ya? For me? You mean the part when she sang "I will replace you"!! That's the part that was for me??"

"God dammit you idiot!!! She sang that song because she knew how you like that James Bond movie!! She knew you'd laugh at her if she sang some silly goey-lovey song!!"

At the last school show Vanessa had participate, she had sang "You know my name" by Chris Cornell, the theme song to Casino Royal movie, because Ty had been obsess with that movie and she knew he liked it. But she hadn't hit the B at the end and she hated herself for that because she always sang it properly when she had repeated, and she kept saying she had no idea why she had screwed it up.

I knew why. It was because Ty was there, and he was listening to her and he made her feel nervous...

"Ya right!" Tyler snorted again, lying back on the couch.

"God you're such an idiot!! Why can't you just admit you both have feelings for each other!?" I said, exasperated.

Those two were almost giving me a headache.

"Because things don't just magically work out! We're not in a freaking movie! Even if I told her that I don't want her to go out with some random Facebook guy, that I don't want her to go out with anyone for that matter that thinking about her with anyone makes me mad as hell, that I don't even want to imagine anyone touching her, that I think about her all the fucking time even thought she probably doesn't think about me, and I know I'm younger and not experience and all that crap but I mean..." Ty trailed, his fist clenching, his eyes saddening and darkening.

"Ty..." I whispered, getting up to comfort him.

My poor baby brother...

"You know what, just forget it!" he said, getting up hastily and ran to his room.

Oh god... Why did things have to be so screwed up when they could be so simple...?

Shaking my head, I climbed up the stairs, trying to figure out how everything had managed to be so complicated.

I looked into Ty's room and wasn't surprise to see him playing PS3. He was playing GTA actually... well more precisely he was standing in the street, killing every hooker that walked passed him... with his fists.

Damn kid...

It wasn't the time to try to reason with him right now, I had to let him cool off the steam a little...

So I walked to my room, and was actually happy for a second, smelling the familiar scent of it, and then headed for my bathroom to take that much anticipate shower.

When I was done and in loose shorts and tank top, I looked at the time, eleven thirty and decided I could lie in my bed just for a little while, before eating, to rest a little.

But "for a little while" turned longer because the second my head hit my pillow and my body snuggled under my sheets, I fell asleep.