Lockdown! 11

Chapter 11

3 Weeks later

“I’m soooo hungry,” Kamsi moaned. “I can’t take this anymore.”

Tim kept his eyes firmly on the TV. Not only was he sick of the topic of food constantly being brought up, but with his own empty stomach to contend with, ignoring his friend was the only option to stay sane.

“I know, Man,” Paul replied, clumsily arriving back from the bathroom. “This diet and exercise routine she has us on is like some prisoner of war shit. I must have lost like ten kilos!”

“Same here, Bro,” Kamsi shot back. “Even if I still had any of my old clothes, I doubt they’d fit me now anyway. She didn’t really bin them all, right? She wouldn’t do that, would, she?

Paul looked away with a sheepish expression on his face. With Veronica having taken great joy in telling him how she had disposed of them, he knew they were gone. He also knew it was entirely his fault.

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Determined to find a way out of the girly hell that was now his life. Paul had taken it upon himself to find all the embarrassing pictures and movies Veronica had taken and delete them.

A week ago, He made his move. When Veronica went out shopping early one morning, Paul forced his way into her room and tore the place apart. He searched until he found what he was looking for, her laptop computer.

The computer, as expected, was password protected. But Paul wasn't going to let a little thing like that deter him. Dressed in only his robe, he made a decision he’d live to regret. Without another thought, he was out the front door. Running as fast as his slippered feet could carry him, straight towards the local park.

Ten minutes later, out of breath and panting, he was back. With the laptop now sitting at the bottom of the lake, Paul felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. That is until Veronica returned home to discover the demolition of her room and find her laptop missing. Her angry screams woke Kamsi and Tim, along with half the building.

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After calming down, It didn’t take Veronica long to trick Paul into Confessing. The muddy slippers on his feet were the biggest giveaway but after telling him all the pictures and videos were safely stored on the cloud, he couldn’t hide his disappointment or keep his mouth shut.

The mood in the apartment for rest of the day was so thick you could have cut it with a knife, but It wasn’t until the next day that the boys really started to feel Veronica’s wrath. Livid from having lost her computer, and with hardly enough money to keep up with the mortgage repayments, Veronica knew replacing it wasn’t going to be an option anytime soon.

Seeing as Paul had violated her privacy and taken one of her most precious possessions. The first stage of her retaliation would be to take something of his, something she knew he’d miss. After sending the boys out to jog around the local park, something she planned to do every morning from then on. Veronica got to work bagging up every male item of clothing in the apartment before waiting for the rubbish truck.

While waiting for the truck, she debated for a moment whether it was fair to toss Tim and Kamsi’s items too. But still too angry to think straight, she came to the conclusion that they must have known. After all, those three idiots always did everything together. In her mind, there was no way Paul could have pulled it off on his own.

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“Well, there’s nothing in the kitchen. Man, I need to eat before I pass out,” Paul grumbled as he teetered on his high-heeled feet.

“Agreed,” Kamsi replied, placing his hands on the skirt of his silky gown before shaking his head. “But I’m not going out dressed like this.”

“Of course,” Paul stated with a nod. “It’s bad enough we have to dress like we're going to prom. There’s no way I’m going into the centre wearing a fucking gown. I’ve got a better idea! We order in!"

Unable to ignore the conversation any longer, Tim turned his head. “No, guys. This is a bad idea. When Veronica finds out, she’s going to go mental. She’s given us a very clear diet and exercise plan.”

“Fuck the plan,” Kamsi roared. “I’m starving. The pathetic portions she’s giving us is going to kill me.”

Changing tact, Tim now felt anxious. “Hey, I’m just as hungry as you two. Don’t get me wrong, I’d kill for a Pad Thai right now. I just don’t want things getting any worse.”

“I doubt things could get any worse than this, so Thai it is. Kamsi? Happy with that?” Paul announced with a big smile plastered across his shiny red lips. Tim wanted to further protest, but instead, feeling defeated, he turned back towards the TV and let out a heavy sigh.

“Am I happy with that? abso-fucking-lutely I am. I could eat a horse right now. But hang on. I thought you had no money left? How are we going to pay for it?” Kamsi answered, his mood changing from elated to disheartened in the space of a few seconds.

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“With this, of course!” Paul declared triumphantly as he retrieved something from the bust area of his long flowing gown. I found it earlier while I was looking for some other clothes to wear.”

Catching the small plastic card out of the corner of his eye, Tim’s headshot around. “Please, tell me that’s not hers?” He asked with a pleading look in his dark-lined eyes.

“Ok, I won’t,” Tim replied with a snigger. “Kamsi, do you have your phone handy? It’s time to feast brother.”