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I shouldn’t lash out ; but she’s way ruder than me; and she knows this house is too much for me to pay on the government assisted payments I would be living off of while finishing up uni. I would have to cut back on work hours seriously in order to go back in March. I feel the hot tears building up in my eyes and my chest feels constricted... tight... painful.
My parents died coming to collect me for the holidays , only a few months ago. Of course in everybody’s eyes, I’ve done nothing since. Unless you include going home and packing up our house around attending my Mum and Dad’s funeral; putting everything in storage and helping my grandparents, who I no longer speak to because of the Silas incident, place the house on the market. I also found a pig hole to live in, spent my savings getting shitty furniture, because there was no way I was using my parents stuff, or my stuff in that fucked up place, only to get infested. And I’ve worked every shift I could wrangle out of Warren. I haven’t had a day off since Silas left the hospital.
Nobody cares... nobody cares that I’m in pain and doing my best here. I need my girlfriends, they’ll be back mid February. I miss them!
And then it dawns on me that I won’t be returning to uni this year. There’ll be no more freedom, and no parties. One more year to go, but I’ll need to defer to be able to afford this; to get my brother back.
“Okay... I’ll take it.” I croak , amidst the spluttering cries of an offended Rosa ... or whatever. I haven’t even looked inside!
***
“That’s the last of it sunshine!” Warren, my boss, shouts over at me. I don’t know why he’s shouting; we’re only two metres away from each other.
“Thanks Warren... can I make it up to you in some way?” I ask, cringing, because even though he’s never been particularly sleazy, I don’t want him to start now by asking me to get on my knees and suck him off. But right now I’m struggling to trust older adults.
“You know what? Yeah you can!” he says, grinning.
Fuck! I scream in my head. He’s seriously going to go there.
“You can take on three mornings this week to clean the bar... you’ll need to be there at 6:00am. It won’t be paid though, and you’ll still have your own shifts to do. Clarence has some time up his sleeve for a paid break; and he’s not getting any younger, so I’ll give him a few days off.” He explains.
I’m breathing deeply and agree to his proposal, since he’s just helped me move loads of stuff out of storage 350 kilometres away, to my new place ; and he’s promised me every weekday shift and any big event on the weekends for the foreseeable future; and he didn’t ask me to suck his cock!
***
“So what do you think?” I ask Silas as he’s staring at his room. It’s full of his old stuff, but it isn’t his old room. The size is smaller, about three quarters of the size; and he’s still in shock at the fact that he’s not returning to Armidale, where all his mates are.
“Whatever... just show me to the Xbox.” He says unenthusiastically, turning on his crutches carefully and proceeding to walk gingerly through his door and past me.
I know he’s been through a lot, and he’s about to start high school only months after having an accident that nearly killed him, and in all truth, I’d like him to be taking time off and lounging around, so I set him up in front of the Xbox.
I’m ignoring the burning feeling of his disappointment that is eating a hole through my chest. I’ve worked hard to get him here. He doesn’t know that, and I don’t want to burden him with the knowledge. He’s had enough to deal with. But it still hurts and my chest still burns with the fact that I need to release tears.
Silas i s like me in many ways, but he doesn’t look like me. He has my green eyes, which we both get from our father, but he has brownish, rusty
My parents died coming to collect me for the holidays , only a few months ago. Of course in everybody’s eyes, I’ve done nothing since. Unless you include going home and packing up our house around attending my Mum and Dad’s funeral; putting everything in storage and helping my grandparents, who I no longer speak to because of the Silas incident, place the house on the market. I also found a pig hole to live in, spent my savings getting shitty furniture, because there was no way I was using my parents stuff, or my stuff in that fucked up place, only to get infested. And I’ve worked every shift I could wrangle out of Warren. I haven’t had a day off since Silas left the hospital.
Nobody cares... nobody cares that I’m in pain and doing my best here. I need my girlfriends, they’ll be back mid February. I miss them!
And then it dawns on me that I won’t be returning to uni this year. There’ll be no more freedom, and no parties. One more year to go, but I’ll need to defer to be able to afford this; to get my brother back.
“Okay... I’ll take it.” I croak , amidst the spluttering cries of an offended Rosa ... or whatever. I haven’t even looked inside!
***
“That’s the last of it sunshine!” Warren, my boss, shouts over at me. I don’t know why he’s shouting; we’re only two metres away from each other.
“Thanks Warren... can I make it up to you in some way?” I ask, cringing, because even though he’s never been particularly sleazy, I don’t want him to start now by asking me to get on my knees and suck him off. But right now I’m struggling to trust older adults.
“You know what? Yeah you can!” he says, grinning.
Fuck! I scream in my head. He’s seriously going to go there.
“You can take on three mornings this week to clean the bar... you’ll need to be there at 6:00am. It won’t be paid though, and you’ll still have your own shifts to do. Clarence has some time up his sleeve for a paid break; and he’s not getting any younger, so I’ll give him a few days off.” He explains.
I’m breathing deeply and agree to his proposal, since he’s just helped me move loads of stuff out of storage 350 kilometres away, to my new place ; and he’s promised me every weekday shift and any big event on the weekends for the foreseeable future; and he didn’t ask me to suck his cock!
***
“So what do you think?” I ask Silas as he’s staring at his room. It’s full of his old stuff, but it isn’t his old room. The size is smaller, about three quarters of the size; and he’s still in shock at the fact that he’s not returning to Armidale, where all his mates are.
“Whatever... just show me to the Xbox.” He says unenthusiastically, turning on his crutches carefully and proceeding to walk gingerly through his door and past me.
I know he’s been through a lot, and he’s about to start high school only months after having an accident that nearly killed him, and in all truth, I’d like him to be taking time off and lounging around, so I set him up in front of the Xbox.
I’m ignoring the burning feeling of his disappointment that is eating a hole through my chest. I’ve worked hard to get him here. He doesn’t know that, and I don’t want to burden him with the knowledge. He’s had enough to deal with. But it still hurts and my chest still burns with the fact that I need to release tears.
Silas i s like me in many ways, but he doesn’t look like me. He has my green eyes, which we both get from our father, but he has brownish, rusty
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