Chapter 1
I woke up with a head ache. It was probably because I went too hard last night with the whiskey.. but I was in the bed at least.. or on it. I was surprisingly cold and I could assume I didn't fall asleep here originally.
I stood from the bed, desperate to get some water for my parched throat. My head was still pounding like someone was playing a drum set, but definitely better. I stumbled into the living room, which was where I found Steven laying. He must've gotten into my stash cause he was holding one of my wine bottles...
I don't know why, but last night was our "let's get drunk and have fun" night. Don't know where Jake ended up.. entirely possible he left the house and killed someone while he was drunk. Knowing him, wouldn't even be surprised. If I were to explain us three, Steven is the normal London kid trying to get by, I'm the typical Boston thuggy and Jake is the maniac that would gladly run over both if he was given the choice to hit a cat or grannie.
It's kind of hard to explain, but it's easier to say it that way then say it for what it really is. Thankfully, I don't kill everyone so I can actually work with maybe one or a dozen complaints of me being rude daily. Really, it's a surprise I haven't been fired. Speaking of work.. I still have that to do.
I made some coffee with our pretty classic Keurig, which makes pretty classic coffee, meaning it's shit. The coffee tastes like fucking shit. Whatever. I drink it anyways because I need something to wake me up or I'll fall asleep in the car while driving. I hop in the car and make my way to my job, which happens to be a pretty classic coffee shop that actually has a not so classic coffee maker, meaning it's actually fucking good. I'm busy the moment the apron's on, with people asking for a strawberry cheesecake or a large coffee. This and that, it's really a shocker I don't kill anyone while on the job.. maybe it's my moral compass.
If I even have one, that is. Life has been pretty good as of late. No gods interfering with my life anymore like Khonshu has been for the couple past years and no having to deal with Harrow or just.. anything. It's almost boring, not gonna lie.. no bad guys to beat the ass' of, no almost dying and going through the Duat,, just peace. Layla moved away a few months back as well, so it's just been us three for a while now.
The shift goes by slow as fuck, like usual. I dealt with a total of zero Karen's today, go me. I did deal with about 40 people in total I wanted to kill and shove into the sinks food disposal.. thing. Whatever it is. I didn't do it, obviously.. don't have my suit anymore to stop people from hurting me.
The ride home was boring and Steven had the day off, so he was there to greet me when I got back. Being the housewife he is, he was making some food. Jake was in his room, staring at the white ceiling and probably counting how many lines there are. My room is a mess, kind of expected.. the bed isn't made, there's some bottles on the floor and there's also some broken glasses. I sweep up the shards and pray to God there aren't some mini, invisible shards still there. I then throw the still good glasses into the sink, bottles in the trash and bed officially made.
Afterwards, I messed it all up by getting into the bed. Amazing how that works. It wasn't long before Steven was yelling for us to get our "fat fookin' asses out of yer' rooms and come eat sum fookin' dinne'!" With the heavy London accent very emphasized. I didn't really care cause dinner is dinner and I didn't have to cook shit so... free food? Kind of.
Dinner was good. It was some sort of.. beef with broccoli thing. It was good and Steven made me put soy sauce on it, which was.. good?? I guess. I thought it was fine either way and I almost thought Jake was going to kill a poor innocent broccoli because not only did he cut it but he cut it like it was a thick slab of meat. All in all, it was a mess :D
A day went by and.. it was boring. We do the same day all over again, or at least that's what it feels like I'm doing. Sure, dinner is different but it's always go to work, come home and make sure Jake didn't kill anyone. That all quickly changed, however. All day and night.. it was cloudy. The sky was filled with rain and thunder and I almost contemplated the idea that Horus was pissed at us. The second day, I was really thinking that because instead of just lightning and thunder, now it was raining like hell. Thankfully, we live in an actually quite nice apartment so the rain doesn't intrude.
Day three.. that was exciting to say the least. For three solid days, we didn't leave because we saw on news the rain had not only turned to hail but was falling fast and hard enough to kill someone. So... Guess who did leave their house after hearing mother nature's pissed? Your guy right here, yup.
Day four was new.. because the news said the sky "ripped open". They don't know what came out of the sort of hole.. but they know they saw various objects.
The rain disappeared afterwards.