Day 28 : Devil with a smile

Day 28, 12/03/2025
Devil with a smile

I wake up to my mom waking me up. I was still in a deep sleep somehow. Its 9:30 am.
I go eat breakfast, and i write some lyrics for the rest of the morning.
The guy that is supposed to come for the wifi cable that got cut was supposed to arrive in between 10 am and 12 am. At 12:30, he arrives.
My mom obviously is annoyed, and worse is that he says :
‘’Nah i won’t be able to do it’’
WHA THE FACKKKKKKKK.
Well turns out mom managed to get angry enough for him to call his superior and realise that he can do it actually.
And so he starts working on it.

Because he arrived late, my Bro stays at home while me and mom go to the music school for my classical guitar lesson.
We arrive at the music school and we find Rebecca (not her real name cause she’s a close friend, and also the secretary of the music school) and she goes :

Rebecca : Hello ! Wait ! Why’d you choose the same haircut as your brother ?!

Mom and me : Oh it aint the same.

Rebecca : It looks like. Well i’m not here to talk about your haircut tho, you got a guitar to pick up.

Me : What ?

Rebecca : David came and dropped a guitar.

So for context because i realised i probablyy forgot to write this yesterday. Johan got called by David yesterday, and he said that he wanted to drop him some food so he could drop us the food.
Imma repeat it for yall.
He called Johan, and asked him to take some bags of food, so that Johan can drop the bags at our house.

Oh my gawd he’s so generous he’s so kind he’s trying to feed them- PUT SOME MONEY ON THE SHARED BANK ACCOUNT YOU BITCHASS MOTHERF**KER, AND WE’LL BUY OUR OWN FOOD.

And so Johan said to him :

Johan : Listen David, i don’t know you this well, i don’t know Chloe this well, i only see your sons Alex and [My bros name] in the music school, and all that happens outside the music school isn’t my bussiness. What you can do to help them tho is, drop the instruments at the music school.

David (according to Johan and i believe him) : Well i don’t know which instrument i should take.

He might have an extra chromosome hiding somewhere.

Johan : Well drop the guitars, the trumpets, drop the piano, drop everything !!!

And so Johan informed my mom about this phonecall yesterday.
And so back to today, he came and dropped me Mathilda (yes im a weirdo, i give names to my guitars), and so i had the perfect guitar for my classic guitar lesson, i was about to use the Suzuki.

Can’t lie, classical guitar lessons aren’t for me anymore. The teacher kinda treats me like a machine that can fix its mistakes in a single click. He’s an artist, but not a teacher to my opinion.

And so i get out of my guitar lesson, and my mom is waiting for me at the door of the music school :

Mom : Ah you’re there ! How has it been ?

Me : Good (HE LYIN).

Mom : So you won’t believe what the (r word) did.

Me : What.

Mom : You know how he called Johan yesterday to drop food ?

Me : No…. He did not-

Mom : *opens trunk*

I see, 5 bags of food in the trunk.

Mom : And you know what is worse, its not brand new food… Its all the food from the food stocks of the house !!! HE DROPPED US THE FOOD WE ALREADY HAD AT HOME !!! HE DIDNT GO GROCERY SHOPPING !!!! HE IS EMPTYING THE HOUSE !!!

Me : What the f**k is he trying to do.

Mom : *thinking* oh no…. He might be trying to sell the house.

Me : No… he can’t be doing this without your permission right ?

Mom : I don’t know….. I’ll look on Leboncoin (a french site full of any kinds of offers from cheap vaccums cleaners to houses) if he made an offer for the house.

We shop in Lidl (obviously) if yall remember why.
Btw, yall need to know that this day is the only day that David goes to the town where the music school is located. And so he might still be around. There is a big ass hypermarket in the town and we know he likes to go there so we decided we won’t ever go inside it ever again cause its too risky.

And so we shop, we discuss about what we think about his actions, i do the comment that he could have totally given all the food to the Resto du Cœur (a french group that feeds homeless peoples) and my mom says :

Mom : Him ? Noooo, he got no Cœur (heart), if he doesn’t get anything back, he won’t do it, he doesnt care about homeless peoples.

And so i get in the car and we drive off the parking. We go in the direction of the Hypermarket, where the exit of the town is.
We go around the roundabout and we exit on the road we need to take to go back to our house.
The road is parallel to the hypermarket parking.

We talk.

Then…..

I get a strange feeling…

I look outside the window in the direction of the parking…

And I see him…

Suddenlly everything freezes around me…

Everything goes dark….

Except him…

I only see him…

And he’s looking at me…

He sees me….

He smiles…

He waves at me…

And then the world restarts to move….

I scream : ITS HIM, ITS MOTHERF**KING HIM !!!

Mom : WHAT ? *looks in rear mirror* SON OF A BITCH ITS HIM !!!!

Me : ON GOD I WANT TO OPEN THE WINDOW TO THROW HIM THE FINGER….

I hold myself back because i get scared that the car behind us takes it personally, and also because the time i open the window, we were already too far.
He was shopping, he was filling his car.
For some reason he gave us all the food from the house stocks, including all the pasta, which he eats a lot, and mostly since he doesnt know how to cook, he probably eats those even more.
Guess what, we think that because it was Lidl bought pasta, he refused to eat those and decided to go buy all his expensives brands.

We get scared that he follows us and we stop for ten minutes in a little village on the way.
We hide the car. I get outside to breath a little.
But what i do is, i look in direction of the intersection down the parking where we hid the car.
Anxiously, i was waiting to see David’s car come and make a turn.
10 minutes after, he didn’t show up, and so we got on our way back to the house.

I had a shot of adrenaline just by writing all this section from the encounter to here. I had goosebumps and a hard time breathing while recreating the scene in my head.
I saw the devil, and he was smiling at me.

When we arrive, the wifi guy finishes, and we finally get access to wifi.
I go shower, and while i shower, my mom calls Oliver and tells him everything that just happenned, and that the sooner we can get our stuff back in ANY way, the better.
He said that he was talking with our lawyer about this to maybe find a better way in terms of legality.

My mom checked Leboncoin, but we didn’t find the house…. Yet.

And so, i eat a yogurt, and i think about the fact that he actually drop the most expensive guitar i have (we got Mathilda for 851€. It was on promotion, its og price was 1091€ or something like this), instead of the guitar that is the most precious to me, Goldie (my telecaster).
Now don’t get me wrong, Mathilda is precious to my heart, but in these hard times, who i want in my arms is Goldie. I miss him so much….
Goldie…

i swear i just dropped a tear right here right now. Believe me or don’t, i don’t give a f**k. I want to hold Goldie in my arms…
Anyway, I’m off to post this now.
I guess i’m still gonna say it to close this chapter.
Goodnight.

quit yapping /j

have you even read one chapter ?

I’m genuinely sorry if it’s about traumatic shit but nk

*no

i mean yea if you aint interested in the thing itself its fine