Chapters (90)
WhatsApp Me: dont tell me any more i dont want to know
WhatsApp Serena: were totally into it
She sent me a screen shot of their convo. It went:
Larrydemaster: babe you r legend thanks for the pics
Serena: r u into kinks? BDSM?
Larrydemaster: Totes babe. Bondage rape humiliation public.
Serena: I ♥ you
WhatsApp Me: You told a complete fucking stranger that you’re into BDSM? jesus wept.
WhatsApp Serena: We sole mates
And I could still hear them shouting downstairs even through the earphones and the WhatsApp sounds and the diffing and the music. And some time around eleven I heard a bang and then there was silence for a while. I took my earphones out. Then I heard the front door closing and my dad’s car starting and driving away. And then I heard my mam crying. And then my brother came in and I heard my mother screaming. So I went downstairs and my brother had blood all over his face and maybe something wrong with his nose and he was coughing a lot.
What else is going to happen in our family?
My mam is like: Where were you until now, Tony?
Nevermind where I was.
How did this happen to you?
I had something bad to eat. I’m going to bed. I need to lie down.
My dad never came home that night. Maybe he went to Miss Morocco and she took pity on him and let him make that shitty tea crap. And maybe he spent the night changing nappies and bottle-feeding the baby idk. My dad was never into babies. Like once my mam’s sister changed a nappy in front of him and he went pale. They don’t change nappies at the Golf Club.
But he didn’t come back. And in the morning when I came downstairs my mam was like repeat dialling his mobile and she was still crying. And tbh I always thought it was my mam who would walk out because that’s the way she is. I never thought my dad would leave. But it looked like he left us and switched off his mobile phone. Which is like the decree nisi of the internet age. I read about decree nisi when I googled divorce. We don’t do decree nisi in Ireland.
She looked at me and she said, He has to turn it on when he goes to the office.
And I said, That’s like two hours’ time, Mam.
And she said, I know.
Where’s Tony? I said.
Upstairs in bed.
Didn’t he go to the hospital?
He can’t. He was in a fight and if he goes in they’ll report him.
I stared at her. I was thinking, What if he has a brain injury?
I said, Seriously, Mam, he might be hurt.