Fez
05-12-2007, 09:34 PM
[Just something I wrote because I was bored]
My mother hates me right now. I was just walking down the stairs and she just starts on me! Only 'cos of my bloody shoes, she thinks she's queen of the world or something sometimes. I just slipped on my new red trainers and she asks me all sorts of questions like 'Were are you goin'?', 'Don't you ignore me young man!', 'Are you going with that friend who smokes! Oh Shane I told you to ignore and forget him!'.
I knew she was just being a Mum but then she said 'If only your father knew what you were doing now...' , Mum never mensioned Dad since the funeral, everytime she did she went into a flood of tears or something. So I knew something was wrong because she wasn't crying after she said it. I asked her if there was anything wrong but she just shrugged and gave a little tear. It must've just slipped from her mouth or something.
'Love you, Mum' I said as I went out of the door, Barry was sat in the Fiat and was waiting for me. I gave my mum a quick kiss and hug and I was off, until she suddenly yelled 'But I'm right you know!', that's when I just turned around and looked at her. A 48 year old was still worrying about her 19 year old son, but you'd that was normal? Not the way my Mum cared.
She was a Mum, she fed me, clothed me and everything but she never let Dad do anything with me. They split up for 6 years and were only reunited by me, for 6 months. Dad popped it and the funeral was nothing like Mum wanted, everybody didn't care about him except...well except just my Mum because the old man didn't know me at all.
At the funeral she made this big speech about 'How he was always there', and 'Always laughing his head off'. But he wasn't like that, it was very different. What brought my Mum and Dad back together was me, but in a bad way. A couple of months back I was havin' a pint with my mates, just chatting and joking. But then something happened, it had just turned like 2 o'clock in the morning and everybody was ready to go home when shockingly... my dad walked straight in.
Barry just whispered to me 'That's yer dad in't it?' , I just nodded. The old man had broken up with my Mum because he was seeing another women, who was right with him. But the real reason was me, I was in the way of everything when I was younger - always just jumping around and hitting him and everything, Mum cared for me a lot. She didn't really want Dad around me, because he was seriously bad with kids, he just usually waved me off whenever I wanted him and he gave me lectures for small things.
My Dad wasn't a bad person but he just 'didn't' try to be a parent like my Mum, and he didn't show a sign of love at all throughout his 5 year marriage to my Mum. I'm not sure he's even my biological dad.
Well anyway, he had just caused my Mum a lot of grief and now he had just walked into a bar without noticing his own Son's car parked outside (Barry's brother was designated driver). It's like when he saw me he wanted to stay there and prove he had let go of my mum, he didn't want to see me after the divorce.
He sat down and sipped his Irish Pint with his bird for an hour, chatting and treating her like royaltie. He never took Mum out for anything, but he'd just dropped a 5 year relationship and said 'knickers ta yer'. Obviously I was going to do something, but he did it first. He looked straight at me from across the bar and smiled a little bit, he had a look in his eye. Just the look of the last wise words you give to someone you won't see for a long time. His eyes said just a few words.
Good Luck And Die.
He just gave me a look of 'Hope you have a good life but hope you get run over', he always gave me looks like that. Everytime it was bed time I once never heard my Dad tell me 'Goodnight lad' or 'Cya tommorow' or just a 'Bye' he just gave a little gesture with his head.
So he just looked at me like that and I sneered, I got up and just walked over to him. I set my eyes on his woman and saw she looked like a 16 year old who had just come out of bleedin' high school, I looked at Dad and he gave me that look again but with a 'pointing the finger' glare. He always thought I was the cause of everything.
'Alright, I've had enough.' I said
'Excuse me?' He just asked in a patrionising tone
'I've had enough of you just thinking your better than us.' I sneered
'Us?' He questioned still giving the glare
'Mum and me.' I answered
'Ah yes, Sylvia,' he started 'how is she? Is she over i...' but he was cut off by me.
Next thing I know I'm in hospital suffering from brain damage and internal bleeding, my dad had thought he was still better than us and actually slammed his bottle over my head. My friends had broken his legs though. So that was what reunited my parents, my dad trying to kill me, so fricken' ironic.
My dad and mum just kept talking in the waiting room for about 12 hours, while the doctors prepared me for an operation on my mouth. My dad had jabbed the last of the bottle down my throat. As natural my Mum had followed my Dad's half of the story and said that ''I just started making remarks against him and that I was vocally assaulting him.'
My mum just stared back at me as I stood in the garden, Garry peeped his car horn and called out ''Were gonna be late Sha-Sha!", I called back "I'm not going!".
"Yer what?" shouted a surprised Barry, he never knew me to skip a night on the town
"I've got coursework to do mate, mabye next week." I called back
"Fair enough." he said rolling away in his Fiat. I went beck inside and looked at my mum again.
"If my father saw me now, I think even he would be rather be proud."
Ever since the incident I had taken up boxing club, I had won many championships and had gone on to the world league. I think if Dad was still alive somewhere, sitting alone in a cold flat watching sports. He'd see me on the TV and say ''Good Luck, try not to get yourself killed."
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction created wholly by myself. It is unofficially backed by my "unofficial" design company so the copyright involved is strictly directed at me.
Copyright TIPN 2007
My mother hates me right now. I was just walking down the stairs and she just starts on me! Only 'cos of my bloody shoes, she thinks she's queen of the world or something sometimes. I just slipped on my new red trainers and she asks me all sorts of questions like 'Were are you goin'?', 'Don't you ignore me young man!', 'Are you going with that friend who smokes! Oh Shane I told you to ignore and forget him!'.
I knew she was just being a Mum but then she said 'If only your father knew what you were doing now...' , Mum never mensioned Dad since the funeral, everytime she did she went into a flood of tears or something. So I knew something was wrong because she wasn't crying after she said it. I asked her if there was anything wrong but she just shrugged and gave a little tear. It must've just slipped from her mouth or something.
'Love you, Mum' I said as I went out of the door, Barry was sat in the Fiat and was waiting for me. I gave my mum a quick kiss and hug and I was off, until she suddenly yelled 'But I'm right you know!', that's when I just turned around and looked at her. A 48 year old was still worrying about her 19 year old son, but you'd that was normal? Not the way my Mum cared.
She was a Mum, she fed me, clothed me and everything but she never let Dad do anything with me. They split up for 6 years and were only reunited by me, for 6 months. Dad popped it and the funeral was nothing like Mum wanted, everybody didn't care about him except...well except just my Mum because the old man didn't know me at all.
At the funeral she made this big speech about 'How he was always there', and 'Always laughing his head off'. But he wasn't like that, it was very different. What brought my Mum and Dad back together was me, but in a bad way. A couple of months back I was havin' a pint with my mates, just chatting and joking. But then something happened, it had just turned like 2 o'clock in the morning and everybody was ready to go home when shockingly... my dad walked straight in.
Barry just whispered to me 'That's yer dad in't it?' , I just nodded. The old man had broken up with my Mum because he was seeing another women, who was right with him. But the real reason was me, I was in the way of everything when I was younger - always just jumping around and hitting him and everything, Mum cared for me a lot. She didn't really want Dad around me, because he was seriously bad with kids, he just usually waved me off whenever I wanted him and he gave me lectures for small things.
My Dad wasn't a bad person but he just 'didn't' try to be a parent like my Mum, and he didn't show a sign of love at all throughout his 5 year marriage to my Mum. I'm not sure he's even my biological dad.
Well anyway, he had just caused my Mum a lot of grief and now he had just walked into a bar without noticing his own Son's car parked outside (Barry's brother was designated driver). It's like when he saw me he wanted to stay there and prove he had let go of my mum, he didn't want to see me after the divorce.
He sat down and sipped his Irish Pint with his bird for an hour, chatting and treating her like royaltie. He never took Mum out for anything, but he'd just dropped a 5 year relationship and said 'knickers ta yer'. Obviously I was going to do something, but he did it first. He looked straight at me from across the bar and smiled a little bit, he had a look in his eye. Just the look of the last wise words you give to someone you won't see for a long time. His eyes said just a few words.
Good Luck And Die.
He just gave me a look of 'Hope you have a good life but hope you get run over', he always gave me looks like that. Everytime it was bed time I once never heard my Dad tell me 'Goodnight lad' or 'Cya tommorow' or just a 'Bye' he just gave a little gesture with his head.
So he just looked at me like that and I sneered, I got up and just walked over to him. I set my eyes on his woman and saw she looked like a 16 year old who had just come out of bleedin' high school, I looked at Dad and he gave me that look again but with a 'pointing the finger' glare. He always thought I was the cause of everything.
'Alright, I've had enough.' I said
'Excuse me?' He just asked in a patrionising tone
'I've had enough of you just thinking your better than us.' I sneered
'Us?' He questioned still giving the glare
'Mum and me.' I answered
'Ah yes, Sylvia,' he started 'how is she? Is she over i...' but he was cut off by me.
Next thing I know I'm in hospital suffering from brain damage and internal bleeding, my dad had thought he was still better than us and actually slammed his bottle over my head. My friends had broken his legs though. So that was what reunited my parents, my dad trying to kill me, so fricken' ironic.
My dad and mum just kept talking in the waiting room for about 12 hours, while the doctors prepared me for an operation on my mouth. My dad had jabbed the last of the bottle down my throat. As natural my Mum had followed my Dad's half of the story and said that ''I just started making remarks against him and that I was vocally assaulting him.'
My mum just stared back at me as I stood in the garden, Garry peeped his car horn and called out ''Were gonna be late Sha-Sha!", I called back "I'm not going!".
"Yer what?" shouted a surprised Barry, he never knew me to skip a night on the town
"I've got coursework to do mate, mabye next week." I called back
"Fair enough." he said rolling away in his Fiat. I went beck inside and looked at my mum again.
"If my father saw me now, I think even he would be rather be proud."
Ever since the incident I had taken up boxing club, I had won many championships and had gone on to the world league. I think if Dad was still alive somewhere, sitting alone in a cold flat watching sports. He'd see me on the TV and say ''Good Luck, try not to get yourself killed."
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction created wholly by myself. It is unofficially backed by my "unofficial" design company so the copyright involved is strictly directed at me.
Copyright TIPN 2007