Broken // Ethan Dolan

Chapter 1

A/N: First things first just to clarify, Ethan is only a character, I'm not using his life or his family and friends. He's more of an imagine so to speak, e.g I changed his appearance a little and he's older, so yeah he's only a character so please don't get bugger at me if you think it's all wrong. Anyway I started this a while a go but took it down bc I got mad writers block but I'm back now. It's a little slow in the beginning but I promise it gets better, I have great things planned for this story so, here we go.

Charlie

'Not another one.' I bitterly thought to myself. This one irritating thought has been running through my mind all morning. I shook my head as I placed the box I had been carrying on the packing bench and took my Stanley knife from my back pocket.

"There's no point pouting about it Charlie, it's not going to change anything." I heard Jeremy say, pulling me from my wayward thoughts.

Jeremy and I have worked together for the past three years and I would consider him to be one of my most nearest and dearest friends. He has been there for me through just about everything, he always knows the right things to say, and he knows how to put a smile on my face even when I'm in the foulest of moods, like right now for example.

"It fucking will." I told him as I pierced my knife into the sealed box, imagining my bosses face as I did so. "I don't care what he says I won't do it, not again, not after the last one. We have been been fine for the last two years, why, all of a sudden, does he feel the need to hire somebody else?" I am fuming.

I shouldn't let myself get so worked up over something as stupid as this, but alas I have. It happens to be one of my many annoying traits, apparently. Over the last two months our boss came to the conclusion that Jeremy and I weren't coping during our shifts and that it was in his 'best interest' to hire someone to ease the work load, absolute bull shit. I don't fully understand why he feels the need to do this as he spends most of his time complaining about how 'we can't afford this' or 'we have no money to fix that' so how the fuck can he afford to hire someone new when he can barely afford to pay us.

Jeremy sighed and walked over to the packing bench where I began to unpack the box of merchandise I had just opened. He rested his elbow on top, placed his chin in his palm and raised an eyebrow at me. Oh god here we go, whenever he looked at me like that I knew a lecture was coming my way.

"Do you know why he does these things?" He began, over dramatically I might add. I raised my eyebrow back at him as if to say 'Get to the point already.' He chuckled. "Because he's the boss. You and I both know he's a miserable old bastard and he's fucked in the head but we can't really say otherwise, because at the end of the day he's the one who pays us."

Stating the obvious, as usual, I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah I know. but why does it always have to be me that gets stuck babysitting them? It's not rocket science if you have half a brain Jeremy, why can't the lazy prick just do it himself." I took a deep breath, trying to calm my rage.

I don't want to do it. We've had four people come and go in the space of two months. I was the one who had to show them the ropes, and honestly the job is not that hard. We work in a small toy store called Toys 'n' Things located in Albany, and the job is pretty straight forward, stock take, packing orders for deliveries and dealing with customers, but somehow these idiots managed to fuck everything up and then fuck me off in the process. None of them last longer than a week.

Jeremy chuckled at my reaction. "That's probably why he won't do it, for that specific reason. He'd rather have you do his dirty work." He smiled his cheesiest smile in an honest attempt to cheer me up, and how could I resist, I returned an equally cheesy grin.