Better Off Together Chapter 1

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Better Off Together Chapter 1– Story By Panzerfeck

 

'Where the fuck have you been?' came the impatient call from the living room, high above the enthusiastic chatter of the BBC's evening television show hosts. Winter was on its way. The nights had gotten shorter again, and on that wintery day, I'd celebrated an early afternoon with a few pints, or six.

I could write volumes about the state of my life over the past seven years, and my sister's, but to cut it short we were facing the onset of middle age together and had grown comfortable. To begin with it wasn't difficult, but it's amazing how you can go from living in the corner of somebody else's life to being left high and dry and needing sprawl-space.

Rebecca and I got in each others' way and we didn't want to count on each other so much, but as time went by and we got used to living alone, together, it just became a matter of convenience for us to pool our resources and to live like a couple

So there were bound to be days where no plans could be counted on. Days like today, plans went to shit. And because I preferred to drink during the day on the odd occasion that I drank at all, I would get home to Rebecca asking where her fucking dinner was.

'I was at the fucking pub,' I called out, bursting to relieve myself for the twentieth time that day.

'Where the fuck was my invite?' she yelled.

Of course I was on my own a long time before now. That's how I came to be with this perfect little setup of a tiny two-bedroom house, which I had all to myself, until Rebecca’s fiance of ten years got the boot. He was all talk and no substance right up until the day she discovered that he was using her as an excuse to get sympathy pussy.

I love my sister, I really do. I looked out for her when mum died. Dad was long gone by then, when I was twenty and she was sixteen. Now I was thirty six and she was thirty two, we were trying to make the most of it, like we were reliving our youth the way we should have been able to the first time.

Rebecca, living with social anxiety and occasional bouts of major depression, was devastated by the failure of her one certain relationship. I'd never had anything lasting over a year. I just grew used to being alone. And I didn't mind that at all.

Most women I met either seemed like they were from another planet, or their motives seemed aimed towards turning bad boys good, leaving me to pick up the pieces when they got their arses handed back to them. I knew that not all women were the same, but nobody was trying to convince me otherwise. I learned to love being alone.

Bollocks! My favourite human was making dinner and I was halfway shitfaced on a perfect day. What else did I need?

'Will you find somewhere to be on Saturday afternoon?' she asked as she stirred the taco spices into the sizzling ground beef. 'I need the house.'

 

 

End Of Chapter 1