5.

On getting home, O'Connell tried to get in, but the door was locked. He pounded his fist on the door several times. But there wasn't any response. 

He swore under his breath, wondering where the hell his roommate went.

Eventually the said person jerked the door open. Wearing boxers, was bare chested, with a facial expression of impatience. 

"Where the hell did you go?" The boy Bentley asked.

"Job haunting." O'Connell replied, then glanced over Bentley's shoulder, into the living room. There, he saw feminine clothes on the chair, panties and bra on the floor. 

A sick grin spread across his face, as he returned his eyes to Bentley. "You asshole." He said, then shoved the boy aside so he could make his way into the house.

"So did you get the job?" Bentley asked O'Connell, as he followed him into the kitchen.

"Yep." O'Connell replied him, popping the 'P'. Then he slammed the fridge door open to grab a bottle of beer.

"That's great man." Bentley said, before resting his back on the kitchen counter as he watched O'Connell.

"And oh, I forgot to tell you that I have a stalker." O'Connell uncorked the lid of the bottle, and started drinking it's content like he was dying of thirst and needed it to survive.

"Who?" Bentley asked, raising his chin up as he stared at him in curiosity.

O'Connell paused just to say. "Penelope O'Sullivan." Then carried on drinking.

"Jesus H. Christ. Tell me you're fucking kidding." Bentley's eyes were almost pulling out of their sockets at this.

"Yeah, right. I was quite shocked myself. She tried to make me feel bad, by calling me names, and warning me to stay off Scott. And guess what I did?" O'Connell had a small smile playing his lips, as he set the bottle on the his side of the counter.

"What?" Bentley asked in a dull spiritless tone, as he uplifted his brow. 

O'Connell took one look at him, and knew that he would do anything than be there with him. Because he had an unfinished business in his room.

"I gave her a dose of her own medicine. Something which made her cry."

Bentley chuckled. 

Just then, a sexy brunette came into the kitchen, wearing Bentley's shirt. And hugged him from behind.

"Gina, this is O'Connell, my roommate. O'Connell, this is Gina, a friend." Bentley did the introductions. And the girl, waved O'Connell. While O'Connell gave her a firm nod with a smile.

"Uh, babe?" Bentley called, looking serious.

"Yeah?" The girl answered, playing with her hair.

"Why don't you go inside, I've got something to tell O'Connell. I'd join you in ten." He said. And this made O'Connell snapped his head to look at him.

Sliding his hand around her waist, Bentley led Gina away, and then came back to meet O'Connell.

Then he refused to look up to meet O'Connell's eyes. Before moving ahead to scratch the back of his head in an awkward manner.

"Yes, what is that you want to tell me?" O'Connell inquired, folding his arms over his chest.

Bentley was silent for a few moments, before he said. 

"Someone called me, and told me to pass a very bad news to you. That was the main reason I called earlier. But I chose not to spill because of how excited you sounded over the phone." He took a hard dry gulp, blinked, then continue. "I wanted you to come home, before I break it to you."

"Then you should. Just go straight to the point." O'Connell was getting restless and uneasy. The two words "Bad news." Kept on ringing in his head.

"Your mom." Bentley blurted out and stretched his lips into a purse. "Your mom is dead, man."

O'Connell couldn't believe the words that just came out of Bentley's mouth. They sounded like a joke to him. So he asked Bentley to repeat what he had said. As he took steps forward to him, until he was standing in his face. 

"Your uncle Tosin said she had cardiovascular disease. She was on her way to church, when she slumped on the road and died." Bentley could barely finish, because he was beginning to shiver. He felt terrible, breaking a bad news to his friend and roommate."

O'Connell recoiled steps backwards and fought to breath, as tears started to stream down his cheeks, like rain drops. 

He couldn't think straight. 

His mom hadn't been the best of a mother, but he had loved her in his own way.

"I'm so sorry, man." Bentley supplied, his tone full of concern.

Sniffing, O'Connell wiped his nose with the back of his palm. Then curled his fingers into a tight hard fist, and punched the wall in front of him.