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Uncover the past; refinding the future (part 1)

This is the beginning of a story I am writing. I am wondering what you think of it. Feel free to leave your comments, maybe they can help me better my writing.


Uncover the past; refinding the future

Tom came home finding himself unpleasantly surprised. When he walked into the hallway he found his flatmate Kevin standing just outside the kitchen seeking cover from plates being thrown into his direction.
'What the fuck is going on?'
'Lilly's gone mental!' Kevin replied, ducking away just in time for a mug, thrown onto the wall behind him.
Tom ran towards the commotion and saw Lilly wreaking havoc in the kitchen, smashing plates, cups and glasses onto the floor and throwing things toward the opening into hallway.
'Stop it, Lilly!' Tom shouted angrily at her, but she didn't respond. 'I'm warning you, stop it right now!'
Instead of calming down, Lilly threw another mug in their direction. It smashed to pieces against the wall, right next to his head.
'That's it.' Tom said. He stepped into the kitchen, grabbed Lilly and, without much effort, threw her over his shoulder. Lilly started screaming and punching him in his back.
Kevin looked surprised and asked: 'What are you going to do?' Tom grimly looked at Kevin for a moment without saying a word and walked out of the kitchen, carrying Lilly on his back.
'Good luck with it then,' Kevin said dryly.

Tom didn't know what he was going to do with Lilly, except that he was on the verge of wanting to spank her and that he would if she didn't stop punching him. He walked towards Lilly's room, where he put her onto the ground grabbing her firmly by her shoulders. She tried to wrestle free but it was no good, he was not intending to let her go. He was really angry with her.
'What is wrong with you? Answer me!' he shouted at Lilly, but she just kept struggling, yelling and cursing, not even looking straight at him. 'Lilly, for the last time, because I am seriously losing my patience with you, what is going on?'
Finally Lilly shouted: 'He's dead!' Her breath strongly smelled of liquor and Tom noticed she was slurring her words. What she said didn't make any sense to him.
'Who's dead?'
Suddenly Lilly started crying, putting her hands to her face, saying: 'He's dead… Jason, he's dead.'
Tom immediately felt his anger disappearing. He took her into his arms, letting her cry. Lilly started saying she was sorry, that is was all her fault, that she should have done something, repeating it over and over.
'Don't say that Lilly, it's not your fault,' he said softly.
After a while Tom felt her calm down a bit and took a step back, releasing her from his embrace. He made her look at him, holding her chin up.
'How much did you drink?'
'Much,' Lilly responded with an unsteady voice, sobbing. She was wobbling and close to falling to the floor. Tom took her by the arm and made her sit down on the bed. She was in no state of explaining to him what had happened. The best he could do was letting her sleep it off and talk to her when she was sober again.
'Stay here, I'll be right back.'
Lilly leaned forward, putting her head in her hands and started crying again, whispering: 'Why did he die?'
Tom walked into the kitchen and saw that Kevin had already cleaned up most of the mess, the bin was filled with debris. He took some painkillers from the emergency kit and searched for a glass that wasn't broken. Kevin walked in, but before he could open his mouth Tom said: 'It's bad. I'll explain later,' and walked out of the kitchen again.
'Here, take these.' He offered Lilly the painkillers with a glass of water. She accepted the tablets without hesitation. 'Have you taken your meds today?' he asked. Tom knew Lilly was on prescription medication for depression. She shook her head. Tom walked towards the sink and opened the washbasin cabinet doors. It felt to him like he was infringing upon her privacy, but he felt he had to. He knew from personal experience that medication adherence was extremely important. His mother had been clinically depressed in his youth and every time she stopped taking her medication, things got worse. He found two boxes with pills: one for depression, the other sleeping pills. He carefully read the labels. Caution with alcohol, it read on both of them; it may increase drowsiness. That's not a bad thing right now, Tom thought, but for safety reasons decided against the sleeping medication and only took the prescribed amount of pills from the box of antidepressants. He offered them to Lilly, but she gestured dismissively.
'This is not a request, Lilly. Take them.' He took her hand and gave her the pills. She just sat there, pills in hand. Tom hesitated what he should do. He decided to threaten Lilly with calling her doctor to come over if she didn't take the pills, even though he had no idea who her doctor was and how to contact him or her.
Lilly shook her head and mumbled: 'Why?'
He squatted in front of her, trying to make her look at him. 'Because you need them.'
She met his gaze shortly and took the pills, swallowing them with the rest of the water. Tom took the empty glass from her hand and placed it on the nightstand. Now he needed to get her into bed. It had been a warm day and Lilly was wearing a sleeveless shirt, thin long trousers, and sneakers, so she didn't really need to get undressed. Tom untied the laces of her shoes and pulled them off. He stood up and pulled back the bedsheet even further than it already was.
'Lie down now, you need to sleep,' he said. Lilly obeyed him without question. He covered her with the thin sheet and refilled the glass with water. When he set it down on the nightstand again, she was already sleeping.

With a cold bottle of beer in hand, Tom sat down on the couch in their communal sitting room, his elbows on his knees. This was not the quiet evening he had been hoping for after a busy day at the fire brigade. Kevin sat in a large leather chair with his feet propped up on the coffee table and was watching a crime-series of some sort. He muted the sound, turned towards Tom and said: 'So...'
'Her brother's dead.'
Kevin was looking at him in disbelief. Tom nodded.
'Fuck. How? What happened?'
'I don't know. I've put her into bed, because she's too drunk to have a conversation with right now.' Tom took a sip from his beer and sat back, feeling tired. 'Where's Ava? Was she here when Lilly got home?'
Kevin shrugged. 'No. I don't know where she is. I haven't seen her since this morning. Maybe she's staying with her boyfriend tonight.' He turned his head towards the television again, but then asked: 'What are we to do, Tom? I mean, Lilly's… difficult. This will shake her up badly, as we've already noticed. Do we need to contact her family or something?' He turned to look at Tom again.
Now it was Tom's turn to shrug. He had no idea what they should do. He didn't even know if Lilly had any other living relatives. If she had it would surprise him, for she'd never talked about them. Her brother was the only person he knew Lilly was close to. Right now she was the only one with any answers. Tom took another sip from his beer and closed his eyes for a moment. This was a mess.
'I'll talk to Lilly tomorrow morning, we'll see from there.'


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