Sincerest apologies for the length of the last chapter. It was outrageous. I'll try to cut it down into more digestible pieces in future.
Again, I do not hold ownership of The Last Of Us and this work is a piece of pure undulated fiction scraped from the pit of my imagination (May God have mercy on your soul).
Of course, I checked it to the best of my ability but I am renowned for my truly astonishing skill of missing glaring errors so if you do find any let me know.
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Chapter two: The Homecoming Surprise
Joel's problem was that everyone else thought Derek was fabulous. That him and Ellie were meant to be. Fate had pushed them together and all that crap. Joel couldn't take five steps without walking into someone who would promptly tell him about seeing the love of his life and her boyfriend hanging about town, being adorable together, kissing, cuddling. All the things that made Joel want to retch with anger.
He'd been informed that they were two prefect pieces of the same jigsaw. Made for one another. Both as smart as the other one. They laughed at the same jokes. They enjoyed the same things. They shared a common love for comic books. Were the same age.. It was just Joel who hated Derek.
Derek who had a prefect reputation and who was only ever polite and respectful to Joel. The boy was insufferable though, always being nice to everyone and smiling. Like jeez did he never just want to scream at people and punch walls.
It annoyed Joel how great everyone thought the boy was because Ellie also thought Derek was great and would never stop talking about him. Every sentence started with, 'Derek says..' Or, 'Derek told me..' Or, 'Today Derek and I..'
Killing Joel slowly because now Ellie had no time for him, she never spoke about him or wanted to do anything with him meaning he was left to navigate through the reminder of his life in silent misery, a strange unfamiliar loneliness filling the place where Ellie used to reside.
Traipsing up the porch steps, Joel went into their little single story house which was located on the outskirts of the estate that made up their town. It was cut off from everyone else just the way Joel and Ellie like it. Or did like it.
Ellie complained a lot more now about being away from her friends which only slide the knife of betrayal deeper into Joel's still-beating heart.
Trailing his rucksack in he dumped it at the door. A huge sigh of relief on his lips as he heard the gentle murmur of the battery operated cassette player Ellie had found ringing out a sketchy rendition of an old Johnny Cash song Joel had forgotten the name of.
"Ellie, I'm home," he called out, "Not that you care," he whispered under his breath grabbing a bottle of the town's own refined beer that they kept cold in an ice box under the sink that had no running water.
He wandered into the living room expecting to find her napping on the sofa, a copy of Moby Dick or Of Mice and Men discarded on the floor next to her.
Instead he lay eyes on the tangled form of a lanky teenage boy and Ellie's petite frame all wrapped up in an embrace. His hand deep under her skirt.
Ellie's flimsy, pink underwear alarmingly flung at their feet like the article of clothing had personally offended the crude boy, "Jesus Christ, Ellie!"
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