I am a Trainwreck
Chapter Three: Playing Hooky and Death Announcements
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My days are grouped into two general categories: The days with sucky mornings and the days that I simply don't bother with mornings.
The last few days have been just full of the latter. I've called in to work and stayed in bed. I've heard this is a symptom of depression but I think maybe I am, in reality, just lazy. Depression would be a pretty cool excuse to just stay in bed though. I made a mental note to make an appointment with a therapist. It'll never happen because things on my mental checklist get done even less than things on my real lists.
So there I was, laying in bed at five thirty in the evening, finishing off the last of a pack of Camel wides as I made my way through the American Pie collection, when there was a loud, insistant knock at my door. I ignored it and continued watching dude try to fuck a pie, but obviously whoever was at the door did not understand just how busy I was and continued knocking. I rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans over my boxers before making my way to the door, stepping over the empty pizza boxes, beer bottles, and dirty clothes that had accumulated around my bed over the last few days.
I tried to remember the date. Was rent due? I couldn't think of who besides my landlord would really be here, on purpose anyway.
I released the chain and opened the door, my brow knitting as I saw Seth, obviously straight from work, standing there, looking around the hall in distaste. Well excuse me, we can't all live in penthouse flats. Hell, we don't all want to live in penthouse flats.
"What?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe in all of me lazy, unwashed, unshaven, shirtless glory. At least I had a nice upper body.
"Good to see you don't just slack off on your appearance for work," Seth said, that smirk back in place. I scoffed.
"Did you come here just to insult me because I've gotta tell you, I am much too sick to deal with this shit," I said, pouting slightly. Well, I was sick, according to my calls to work.
"Yes, you look like you're deadly ill," he said sarcastically. "Anyway, I came by to bring you this," he said, holding out a file. "Mr. Dennison wants you to finish this before Monday. He says that no matter how sick you are, you are not to lose the Renford account and that you should do the presentation from your home computer and then email it to him."
"Warren could've done this," I said, flipping through the file.
"It's not Warren's job."
"And it's not an accountant's job to run errands but hell, here you are," I said, bringing a hand up to the bridge of my nose in a vain attempt to stave off the headache I felt coming on.
"Well, I wouldn't want you to lose your job," he answerred with a casual shrug.
"Why do you care?"
"Let's just say you make the office interesting," he said, smirking again. "And business is all well and good but sometimes," now his smile changed, but I couldn't place my finger on how, "you need to play a little."
He turned and made his way down the hall then, leaving me gaping after him. What the hell had that been about?
(WHOA SETH'S POV WTF)
I arrived at Sharon's late, due to my detour to Nathaniel's apartment. I hoped she wouldn't be too pissed. Our split hadn't been the most... peaceful of all. I distinctly remember a casserole dish flying at my head. That same night I took Mallory and left. I haven't looked back since. But I was able to come to an agreement in the custody hearing, that Sharon would have Mallory during the day, and I'd have her during the evening and overnight. It was handy. No babysitter needed.
Mallory was the light of my life. She was intelligent, and promised to be as beautiful as her mother, if not more so. And what a trap that was. She had also inherited her mother's sharp wit and shrewd nature. She would one day be a force to reckon with. I pitied the man who would one day marry her. Between me as an overprotective father, her mother, and of course, Mallory herself, he would have no idea what he was getting into. But it was that same combination that led me loving Sharon that made me love my daughter, although in an entirely different way.
"Sorry I'm late, Sharon," I said as I waited for Mallory to gather up her things. "I got held up with some work stuff."
"It's fine," she said. It may have been my imagination, or the absence of her usual scathing reply, but she didn't seem to be on top of her game. She seemed tired, sickly, somehow.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I guess. I've been feeling a little sick lately," she said, waving her hand as if to wave away my question. "And yourself? How have you been?"
Well that was new. Usually Sharon didn't give my well-being a second thought, short of perhaps hoping that I had somehow fallen out of the fifth-story office window.
"I've been well, I suppose," I said, feeling somewhat on guard.
"That's good," she said, truly sounding sincere. "Listen, Seth, I've been thinking, it's been three years, and I feel like we should patch things up, for Mallory's sake." She spotted my incredulous and doubtful expression and quickly ammended, "Not as a couple, of course. But she really shouldn't have to grow up with feuding parents."
"What brought about this change of heart?" I'll admit, I was skeptical. But hell, I had to get stitches after the casserole dish incident.
Sharon's eyes met mine, and for a second I thought I saw a flash of fear before her strong, assured expression was once more in place.
"Well, Seth," she said, taking a deep breath and appearing to search for the right words. "I'm dying," she finally said in an undertone, for Mallory's sake, I'm sure. I was stunned. What do I say to that? What does anyone say to that?
AN: I planned on introducing Sharon from the beginning, but I didn't plan to do it this soon. I didn't even plan to go to Seth's POV this soon, but well, my muses had other ideas.
NekoRinChan: Oh good lord. Little kids frighten and annoy me. Simultaneously. I'm not even sure I like my little brother. Although he's one of the cleaner little kids I've seen. It freaks me out when a little kid like, touches me and they're sticky. For whatever reason. Oh, and a couple years back (the year we went to the same Warped Tour venue and I was like "track me down!" but it was too crowded) my dad decided he was going to enroll my little brother in Tai Kwon Doe or whatever and he hit me. And I am not ashamed to admit that it hurt. So I backhanded him in the chest on relfex. Cause you know, kids gotta learn not to hit. He started screaming and locked himself in the bathroom for like, an hour. Drama queen. -.-;;
thechelsemonster: I love you. You complete me. XD
Rae Simmons: I have this great love for you. But honestly, my world is not that interesting. That's why I have to make up these different ones. XD
So in slightly related news, I looked through my list of people who favourited and alerted this story, and I was pleasantly surprised to see a lot of unfamiliar names. I'm glad this story has attracted some new readers. And to all of you, welcome, and I thank you for reading. :D