InsaneJournal

On Wednesday night, Henry's wonderful life had been shattered. He had spent the entirety of Thursday, after Iestyn had left, just lying in bed and refusing to move. He texted Tinsel that he was sick and to leave him alone, and he tried to muffle his crying into a pillow so she wouldn't bother him. How could he even say the words? How could he explain that he and Iestyn broke up but not because either of them wanted to? That they wanted to be together so badly, the both of them, but the devil had other ideas, and that this hurt more than a normal breakup because they were both still so in love.

On Friday afternoon, Henry forced himself out of bed and took himself down to the BMCC campus where he was enrolled. Once there, he withdrew himself from his psychology class, though he remained in his core credits. Then he enrolled in Intro to Business Studies, and arranged a meeting with the professor to catch up on the two weeks he had missed. He had no right to continue on in human services. He was human trash. Going on to support other people? Good fucking luck. It was clear to Henry, now more than ever, that he didn't deserve good things. And that was fine. He could get by just surviving. He had done it before.

On the way home, he purchased a lot of rum.

He spent Saturday in his room again, claiming that he was still sick, but mostly he was drunk. He spent Sunday morning sobering up because he needed to have his head clear for the conversation he was going to have with his father. It was time he stopped living this fucking drifting dreamer lifestyle and bit the bullet. He was going to amount to fucking nothing if he kept this up. He was coming back to the family fold whether he liked it or not. And since he had been taken out of the running for CEO he was going to start at the very bottom.

He dialled his father's cell number on Sunday afternoon, knowing he would be back from church by now, and he sat on his bed nervously, waiting for his father to pick up.