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william
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posted August 13, 2008 10:55 AM |
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My stories
Kinda inspired by Genielord's stories and remembering how I used to make stories when I first joined, I decided to make some more.
I hope you enjoy these and it will come in parts.  I would appreciate any comments and suggestions for what you would like in more parts if you want me to continue.
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"Stop it, please!!" I pleaded, as he beat me with his old whip he used to have. This was punishment for not doing my chores and for failing in school. My father was always a strict man and if any one of his children were to fail at something he would then proceed and whip them. My mother never tolerated violence and my father only did this to me when she was out of the house. I tried explaining to her but she wouldn't listen. I wanted to go to the police but I had a fear inside of me; a fear of my father. It wasn't always like this though. He was a good man and a good father who played with his kids and helped them, however, things started going wrong for him; He lost his job, he lost a lot of money because he was spending it on alcohol and gambling. When he would come home after drinking with his mates at the local pub, he would always be in a foul mood and there would usually be violence. I wasn't a strong person so when my father beat my mother I would always stay out of sight. I knew that if he saw me that I would get beaten.
My father was an alcoholic and things in his past always haunt him. He takes it out on all of us. I have two brothers and one sister but she passed away several months ago. That was hard for all the family, especially my mother. It was hard to see her depressed and I always offered to help her but she would just say that something was stuck in her eye. I knew it was a lie but I respected her wishes and usually went to my room. After my father became an alcoholic and after the tragic death of my sister, I started to just give up. I didn't think life was worth it anymore and I thought that trying really wasn't worth the effort knowing that at any time I could just drop dead. That is when my father started beating me. He moved from my mother and onto me. I was defenseless most of the time and people at school often made fun of me because they thought that I lost in a fight. I would make lame excuses just so they would try and leave me alone but they never really stopped nor did they understand. I loved my father for what he used to be but not what he is now and I find it hard to deal with at times.
My family wasn't religious but I found that Church was a good place to let out my feelings and pray for forgiveness. At that stage, I really blamed myself for everything going wrong, but Father Geoges told me otherwise. He said that the path for forgiveness is through the actions that we make every single day. I thought long and hard about this all the time and that is when I decided that I should start helping people that also go through rough times, people on the street that are homeless and have no food; Social Justice. I thought this would be a good way for God to forgive me. It made me feel good when I helped people but it didn't solve the problems at home. Things were pretty much the same most of the time until my mother got sick one day. My father was a broken man and that is when I told him about the Church that I went to and recommend that he go and see Father Geoges. He confessed all of his sins and prayed every morning and night that mother would recover. 1 month later she passed away and it took a toll on all of us, especially me and my father. He stopped drinking alcohol and hardly went out of the house.
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10 Years later
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I had turned 18 years old and was coming home from my big party that my friends decided to surprise me with when I encountered a group of homeless men in an alley. This was the same alley that I used to walk home in. I tried to walk past them and that is when I got hit in the head with an empty bottle and kicked and punched in my stomach region. After about ten minutes, they stopped and walked away since they thought I had died. I had difficulty breathing and getting up and when I managed to get home, my father asked what happened and who did it. I told him not to worry and that it was just a few homeless guys on the street, but it was already too late. He was furious and he wanted to get revenge on who did this to me. He tended to my wounds that I received, especially on my back and the top of my head, and then I heard him go outside and lock the door. I knew what he was going to do but I was too weak to do anything and I then fell asleep.
When I woke up it felt like I had run a fifty kilometre track, everything was aching and sore. I walked out of my room and saw that my father was nowhere to be seen which was quite odd since he would usually be watching TV or eating breakfast. I saw that the time was 8:36am and this was where I started to get worried. I opened the front door noticing that it was still locked and I picked up the local newspaper. I went back inside after having a check around the house with no luck, and then checked if my brothers were sleeping; they were. I opened the newspaper and I saw on the front page that a man had been brutally stabbed in the face and chest. I didn't think too much of it until I saw the face of the man: it was my father. I rushed to the hospital only too find that my father had passed away at 4:05am. I was shattered. I knew that he wanted to seek revenge for what they had done to me but I didn't think that he would have been killed. I had a wave of emotions go through me. Anger and sadness were the main two that I remember.
I went out of the Hospital crying and angry. That's when I saw them. The homeless people that bashed me and killed my father. This was my time to get revenge...
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~Ticking away the moments that
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Asheera
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posted August 13, 2008 01:16 PM |
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Touching story William.
I hope you'll get your revenge.
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posted August 13, 2008 01:18 PM |
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Hehe Thanks.
I will probably start writing again tomorrow.
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posted August 13, 2008 01:27 PM |
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good story but why did the homeless attack him if he helped them?
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LummoxLewis
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posted August 13, 2008 01:30 PM |
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Edited by william at 11:02, 14 Aug 2008.
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It was 10 years later. And these were just random homeless people. You aren't always going to have friendly homeless and he wasn't helping them when he was walking home. I guess I should have explained that better. 
Here is the next part for any that are interesting. 
I started walking towards them with anger burning through my eyes. These were the people that had bashed me the previous night and had killed my father. As I was walking I realised that I was still slightly weak from the previous night but I found that it was better to be outside then in. I reached the group of people who I recognised and as they saw me they looked shocked. They recognised me and they knew what was going to happen.
I got one of them by the neck and started choking him, while one of their friends tried to get me off. I held on until the person passed out. I got the other person trying to stop me off of me and punched him in the face. I grabbed one of their beer bottles that was on the ground and I was about to hit it on one of their faces until I realised that this was not the answer. Violence solved nothing, it only caused more pain and it caused more violence to follow. I put the beer bottle down and walked away while they started swearing at me, calling me a bastard and that they were glad my father was dead. That struck me inside and I started to cry.
I got back inside and lay on the bed. I saw that my brothers were on the floor playing some old games. I asked if they had a good sleep and if they had any breakfast and they replied "no". I smiled glad to know that I at least have some family left but I wish that my mother or father was still here. I asked them to stop playing with their games and I told them the news. They took it fairly well, at least better then I had taken it and I took them to the park so that we could try and get our minds off things. I did see the group again but they must not have noticed me because nothing was said. I wanted to get away from this area, travel to a distant country. This place reminded me of death and sadness. Many things had happened in the place that I lived and I had many terrible memories. I had to try and forget them and move on but it felt like an impossible task and I still had my brothers to take care of. I had to take over the role as a father figure for them and try to make things as easy as possible for them and also for me.
Two weeks after my father had died, we held a funeral. It was a small funeral where some of my fathers friends had turned up, also some neighbours and of course me and my two brothers. It was a sad event and he was buried right next to my mothers grave just as he had put in his will. I had received the house and a bit of money that he had left. I tried to put it to good use by only buying things that were essential to the household such as food, paying for the bills and buying presents for my brothers birthdays. I knew I needed to apply for a job sometime soon since I wouldn't have this money forever and therefore I decided to try and apply for a job at the local supermarket. I got the job and I started the very next day.
Things were fine at the job. It wasn't all too difficult and it gave me a chance to develop some physical strength by carrying large boxes and hauling items on shelves. I seemed to enjoy it which was the opposite of some of the other workers there. I was lucky that some of my old school friends were working there and I got to chat to them while we were on break. 8:30am to 5:30pm. The hours were long but the money was quite worth it and it certainly seemed to help me and my two brothers out a lot. I was moving on from the loss of my father and everything seemed to be going quite well for me although my brothers didn't seem as happy as they used to be. They really enjoyed when I was with them, but the long hours conflicted with that. Weekends seemed to be great for all of us since I used to take them to the park or to go out and grab something to eat.
One night after work I took a bus to get home. I chose to sat in the back seat but little did I know that everything was going to go wrong. The bus stopped and picked some people up. Two of those people were part of the homeless group and I recognised that one of them was the one that I choked that day. They saw me and started grinning and chose to sat next to me. I decided to just ignore them and stare out of the window but they made me look at them and pulled a knife on me which was out of view of the other passengers, although there wasn't a lot since it was late and many people took the train home or drove home in cars since the bus was notorious for being unsafe and I know realised why. They demanded I give them my money and at first, I refused. They put the knife closer to my body where it started to dig into my skin. I told them that I would give them my money but they didn't know that I had a plan. The next stop in the bus was my stop to get off. I pulled out my wallet and said that there was no money. They didn't believe me and one of them grabbed the wallet. While they were distracted, I grabbed the knife off of them and demanded that they give me my wallet back and for me to pass. They gave it back reluctantly and let me pass. I kept the knife in case I needed it and quickly got off of the bus and started walking home. I knew that they were staring at me when I walked off because they wanted their knife back but I decided to ignore them and walk at a faster pace.
I got home and saw that my house was in a big mess. I knew that it had been broken into in an instant. I called out for my brothers and then I saw the unthinkable. I saw one of my brothers with his throat cut and he was lying on the kitchen floor. I ran over and held back tears while seeing if he was still alive. He was dead and I tried to find my other brother but he was nowhere to be seen. I started getting extremely angry and worried. I kept fighting back tears and I searched everywhere but found nothing. I returned to my home and fell next to my dead brothers body and cried myself to sleep.
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"Did you discover who had killed your brother and broke into your home?"
"You know, doc, I did find out who did those things."
"Who was it?"
"You won't believe it, but it was Father Geoges."
"Father Geoges? Are you sure that it was him?"
"Positive, Doc."
"Hmmm, interesting. Do you know why he did what he did?"
"He had retired from the priesthood shortly after conducting my fathers funeral service and he became an alcoholic. The side effects that he had was extreme anger. He knew where I lived and he was passing by my house that night and saw my brothers playing inside through the window. He proceeded into my home and acted as their friend, and then proceeded to kill my brother and steal some valuables that were around the house."
"But what happened to your other brother?"
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It must have been several hours later when I woke up because the sun was shining brightly in the sky. I forced myself to get up and I walked over to the kitchen sink and poured water on my face to wake myself up. I realised what kind of a situation had happened last night and I went to the police. I told them everything that happened such as the homeless people harassing me, my brothers and killing my father. I also told them about what had happened the previous night such as my house being broken into and my brother being killed. They were skeptical at first but I showed them into my house. It was just as it had been the previous night when I walked into the house. They started an investigation which lasted several weeks but unfortunately my brother was nowhere to be found. There were numerous missing people reports but none of them happened to be my brother. I started getting increasingly depressed and I decided to see a Psychiatrist.
The Psychiatrist didn't help too much. I never really trusted them either. Giving them personal information and telling them about my past experiences and exactly what I am feeling really doesn't seem to go well in my books. The Psychiatrist seemed to be nice. They were about a foot shorter than me, had blue eyes, brown hair that was receding and they wore glasses that looked terribly out of fashion. It reminded me of those old 1950's films where people wore those big glasses that made them look like some sort of an insect. The first time I saw him I tried not to laugh and they told me that they didn't really mind if I did.
I saw the Psychiatrist every Saturday and Sunday morning for just an hour. I didn't seem to mind too much but I really wish that nothing bad had ever happened. As it happened, I still was depressed a bit and this reflected in the work that I did in the supermarket. Everybody had heard about the incident and I had heard a few insulting remarks that made me instantly get teary eyed. I quit the job eventually and tried seeking another job which was closer to home but there was none to be found. If I found one, I was rejected because I didn't have the skills that they were looking for. I kept asking the Police if there were any more discoveries on where my only brother could be but there were no more reports. I started to search out for him a bit more when I got out of the house.
One day, I passed by the church that I used to go to but had stopped visiting ever since my fathers death. I walked inside and saw that Father Geoges was cleaning up after a recent mass. I asked him if he would be able to pray for me in the search for my brother. He prayed for me and I also confessed my thoughts to him. I told him many things that were bothering me and he seemed to be paying attention. When I was confessing I saw some clothes. My eyes widened as I realised that they were my brothers clothes. I then saw my brother and asked how long he had been there. That is when the priest attempted to knock me out but I was younger and more stronger then him, and I pushed right past him. I saw my brother in the corner of the room and saw that he was crying and he had cuts and bruises all over his body. I picked him up and gathered his clothes and walked out of the Church.
I got home and laid him to rest on his bed and told him that everything was going to be okay. I called the Police and told them that I had found my brother and that Father Geoges was responsible. I saw on the TV news the next day that Father Geoges had been involved in a car crash and that he had been killed and he had injured the drivers in the other car. I went up to my brothers room and saw that he was starting to get dressed very slowly. I felt sorry for him and asked what had happened to him while he was in the church...
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~Ticking away the moments that
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posted August 14, 2008 01:01 PM |
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Wow William, so many deaths in your story...
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posted August 14, 2008 01:03 PM |
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Hehe yeah there is. All these deaths are going to have a major impact on him when he grows up some more (about 30 or so years old) and you will then get to understand why he was talking to the Doc. And the Doc and the Psychiatrist are not the same just so you know.
Another part for you all. I hope you enjoy this one. Please offer feedback if you do read these stories, it would be greatly appreciated.
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"After that man broke into our house, I ran and hid in my room."
"How did he find you?"
"It was really dusty in there and I sneezed and he..he found me!"
"There there. everything is going to be alright."
"Where is that man now?"
"He's dead."
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After my brother told me the story of what Father Geoges did to him while he had him in the Church, I called the police and told them that Father Geoges was the man responsible for what happened. They told me that he had died in a car crash and I told them that I had heard about that on the news. I told the Police details that would clear up the case and let it to rest.
It seemed that everyone that was close to me had died in one way or another. I just wanted to live a normal life. With normal friends, having a good time and just being myself. I didn't enjoy being a father figure but I knew it was my responsibility to do so until my brother was old enough to take care of himself. He was still in Primary school and the school year was about to end because of Christmas. Christmas was an enjoyable time for everybody. It didn't snow where we had lived because it was the Summer. I often wished to have seen snow and just the thought of being able to touch made me even more eager. Christmas was also a very busy time of the year so I thought that this would be a good opportunity to apply for some jobs around the area. I applied at a local Animal Daycare center and I was accepted. They told me that my first shift would be tomorrow morning. The pay wasn't the best but it would have to do. I tried to save up the money that I would get in order to be able to go on a holiday or buy some presents for my brother.
After I came home from applying for the new job, I saw that my brother was nowhere to be found. I looked in the kitchen and saw a note on the refrigerator. It said:
Hey, gonna be back at 10pm, at a friends house buy
I laughed to myself since I knew that English wasn't my brothers strong point. I took the note off and threw it at the bin and missed. I always had a lousy shot so I just shuffled myself over to the bin, picked up the note and realised that on the back of the note was an old picture of me, my father and my mother. I looked at it for a long time and tears started rolling down my cheeks. I missed them so much and I longed just to be in my mothers presence again. I wish that she was still alive because she was the only one that supported me when the going was tough for me. My father was an alcoholic at that stage and he offered little to no support for me. He didn't care too much for my brothers as well since they were usually sleeping when he got home from being at the pub with his mates.
I tossed the note away because it had reminded me of something I no longer had but badly needed in my life. Because of all of these things that have happened, I have never had the chance of meeting any women. Back when I was in school, people always used to make fun of those virgin kids, luckily I was with a good group of friends who supported me if I was being teased. But times changed and some of them quit school or they moved to different areas. I did gain new friends but these weren't as supportive as I would have liked them to have been. They were still my friends though, and that is all that matters.
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"Have you met up with any of your friends recently?"
"No, doctor."
"Have you kept in contact with any of them?"
"No."
"Hmm, i think that this session is over for now. I shall see you tomorrow at the same time."
"Alright, that's fine with me."
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As the doctor left the room, I suddenly realised where I was again. I was in a room, with barred windows and a padded cell. I was in jail. How I got here? I was caught shop lifting one night with someone else and I slipped over and fell unconscious. I woke up and realised that I was in a Jail cell. A few days later I had to appear in court and I was sentenced to 2 years in Jail. It was a fair trial but being sent to Jail wasn't easy. I got into many fights and I nearly suffered huge consequences one day, I'm just lucky that the guards came and broke up the fight before I had of been killed. I didn't trust anybody else after that fight and nobody trusted me. I kept to myself and didn't bother talking to anybody else except for the guards or the people that came and visited me.
It was getting late as I sat and watched the sun set and then all was darkness. I rested on a pillow and my eyes seemed to close by themselves...
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~Ticking away the moments that
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posted August 15, 2008 01:11 PM |
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You're in jail? That was really unexpected...
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posted August 15, 2008 03:56 PM |
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Good story William. But what happened to your brother when you got busted and ended up in jail?
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posted August 15, 2008 04:42 PM |
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I will be explaining all that in the next part.
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posted August 15, 2008 04:44 PM |
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Are you a part of a family of immigrants? (in the story)
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posted August 15, 2008 04:48 PM |
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No. Just a family who has grown up in a tough neighbourhood (the homeless and the priest).
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posted August 15, 2008 04:50 PM |
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just? 
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posted August 16, 2008 10:57 AM |
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Next part is here. I hope you enjoy. Please keep the feedback coming in if you do read these.
I lifted my eyes which were heavy and saw that the sun was just starting to rise. I thought this was good because as a child I had always enjoyed watching the sun rise and sun set. It always looked so beautiful to me. I heard that people in other cells were starting to move but the sounds were muffled due to the padding in my cell. I'm guessing that I got special treatment in order for me to be out of the way of other inmates, which was a good thing. I started to get up and do a few stretches when the door opened and I was told that it was time for showering and then afterwards would be breakfast. I always dreaded the showers since most of the inmates would be able to see one another while they showered. I knew that most of them had girl friends or even wives on the outside but it was like it was a different world inside this jail and anything goes.
I had my shower which was different for a change since I was ordered to have my shower after everyone had left which I liked since nobody was able to watch me. Then I went to breakfast just as everyone was settling down into their seats and chatting with their friends. There was one table free and I decided to get my food and move over to there. I ate my food relatively quickly and then it was back to the cell for me.
When I got back inside my cell I made a few stretches and did my daily routine. I had a lot of free time so I made the most of it and focused on my physical well being and this seemed to pay off. It wasn't a good thing being a weak person in jail because if you are unable to defend yourself then you might be left for dead. It was a vicious place in here and I tried my best to stay alive. I had watched many movies as a child where there are many corrupt cops and it seemed like the stronger people dominated over the weaker ones and the guards just did everything that the stronger guys asked. This jail had the stronger people dominate but the guards did their job in protecting people when they could. Of course, they were unable to be everywhere at once and there would be a few fights but it was much more different than I had expected jails to be and I was thankful. I nearly died at one stage in here but nothing else has happened since that. I would have thought that I may have been killed or beaten up nearly every day.
It seemed like an hour or so had passed when the door opened slowly and the Doctor came in.
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"How are you today?"
"Good Doctor, and yourself?"
"Fine thanks."
"It's a fine view outside...well, from what I can see anyway."
"It sure is but the weather is a bit too warm for my liking. Would you be able to sit down for me and we can get straight to business?"
"Sure thing."
"Now, could you please tell what happened after you had tossed the note away?"
"Well..."
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I felt that I had needed to go outside to get some fresh air. I really needed to take some time to think about things and I really needed to get away from everything, but I had a new job now and I needed to support myself and more importantly, my own brother. I decided to shortly go to bed. when I woke up it was quite early in the morning since it was still dark outside. I decided to lay in bed for a little while since it was quite cold and I wanted to be under my covers where it was warm. After around 10 minutes, I decided to get up and get ready. I went in the shower and afterwards I prepared breakfast for myself. I didn't need to check on my brother since I knew he was in the house. He snored very loudly which sometimes kept me awake at night. I chuckled to myself as I heard him yawn and started eating breakfast while watching some TV on low volume settings. I flicked through the channels because all that was really on was news in different languages and all I could speak was English. Just as I was about to turn the TV off the power in the house went out. I got slightly worried and decided to check out what was going on. I moved to the side of the house and heard some rattling noises in the back. I slowly approached the noise and saw a figure near the power box. It seemed as if he had a tool box on the ground and I wondered what he was doing. I approached him and then grabbed him and put him up against the walls and had him defenseless.
It turned out that he was some guy working for the Electrical Company. It seems that while I was sleeping that he called and told me that he was going to arrive to the house and check if everything was going well with the power. Luckily, everything was fine with the power and I invited him inside to have a chat and some coffee. It turns out that this was just his second day on the job and that he didn't expect anybody to be awake at this time of the morning. His name was Thomas and he was only around 21 years old. He had black, long hair and faint blue eyes. He looked like he had some Asian blood in him and it turned out that it was true. His family moved to this area a few years ago from China. His family wasn't too well off and he decided to work hard to earn his family a living and be able to buy necessities.
After an hour he told me that he needed to go back to his home because he had more work to do so I bid him farewell and apologised for scaring him like I did. It was time to head off since the sun was rising so I popped into my brothers room and told him that I was going to work. He tossed and turned while I told him I was going and told me to go away. Typical.
When I got to the place i found that the lights were on and that somebody was inside. Must be the owner, I thought to myself. I knocked on the door and the person opened the door for me and we got introduced to each other. It wasn't a really big introduction since I was told that there was a lot of work that needed to be done. I got the crap job and that was mopping up the floors and making everything neat and tidy for when customers would come into the store later on. The owner, meanwhile, was working on the paperwork that was needing to be done and it seemed like they would be doing that for a very long time. It seemed that the stacked papers were at least a metre tall. I smiled to myself since I didn't need to do that and I really never liked doing paperwork of any kind. I was more of a hands on kind of guy. I liked doing things with my hands so I did fairly well in school subjects that required that.
My back was getting sore after an hour of mopping up and making everything neat and tidy and out of luck, the owner stopped me because they had some other jobs for me. I had to clean some of the cages and bring in some boxes which were due to arrive at the store shortly after. The boxes arrived shortly and I had to stack them up high which put strain on my arms and back. I guess it did have it's advantages though since it did make me a little more physically active. I was curious about what was in the boxes but when I asked I was told to shut up and just do my job. Strange, since they usually were quite happy. Maybe they must have been having a bad day. I decided to have a look inside the boxes when the owner wasn't looking and what I saw inside shocked me. The owner must have realised that I had found out what was in the boxes and they told me to keep quiet or else they would kill me. I told them that my mouth was shut and that I wouldn't tell anyone else.
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"What was inside those boxes?"
"Inside the boxes were drugs sealed up in bags."
"How did you know they were drugs?"
"Easy, Doctor. I had taken drugs at the age of 16 but it was only a very small amount."
"Hmm, I understand. Did you go and tell anybody about it or did you keep your mouth shut?"
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posted August 16, 2008 01:10 PM |
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I have a feeling you'll get in trouble because you found out about those drugs
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posted August 16, 2008 01:41 PM |
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Hehe. you'll see what will happen. Here is the next part.
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"I kept my mouth shut, Doc."
"You know that drugs are ille.."
"I know they are illegal, but I had my brother and myself to protect. They probably knew where I lived and they probably would have easily found out if I went to the cops and then would have attempted to kill me or my brother or both."
"I see, I see. Now, can you tell me what you did after that?"
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I decided to keep doing my job without ushering a word to anybody about this. I knew I had to tell somebody but I didn't want anything bad too happen. That day, there were only a few customers to the store so it was a relatively easy first day of work, except for all the physical work. I wasn't too good when in a shop situation and there were a lot of people. Even with my previous job in the supermarket I was never too good at helping customers. I tried my best but I guess that communication wasn't one of my strong points in times that I needed it to be. When I talked with my brother I was just fine. I could talk for hours if I really wanted to and I was able to talk to my friends really easily as well.
My day finished off easily and I was once again reminded not to tell anybody about the drugs and that if I did, then I would be in big trouble and so would my brother. I got home and saw that my brother wasn't in the house. I looked out of the kitchen window and saw that he was underneath a tree with one of his friends. I smiled to myself but then I saw that he gave money to the friend of his. The friend then exchanged something to my brother and although I couldn't see it clearly, I had an idea of what it could have been. I opened the kitchen door and told the friend to get out the backyard and I took what was from my brother. I wasn't able to see it since it was in a brown paper bag, so I put my hand inside and took the object out.
It was all fine. All he had was some new game that he bought off of his friend. I sighed in relief and gave it back to him and we both walked back inside. He asked if I wanted to watch him play the game and I agreed. So we both sat down and I saw that it was a racing game, which was good because I was always good with racing games. After a little while I decided to fix myself something to eat. I offered something to my brother but he said he was fine so I just shrugged and went to the kitchen and fixed myself a sandwich. As soon as I was about to get the bread, I heard a loud scream. I rushed to the other room and saw that my brother was still there and found that he had just lost a very important race. I sighed and laughed afterwards since he wasn't too good with racing games. I finally made the sandwich and started watching him again and giving him some pointers on what he should do in order to try and win and it helped him out a little. He started winning some more races and he started unlocking some new cars.
After a while, he got bored and decided that it was time for bed. I admit that I was getting a little tired myself but I tried my best to stay awake. I got a phone call and was told that I don't have to work tomorrow. I was somewhat relieved since reality was starting to sink in and I now knew what kind of a situation I had placed myself into. My curiosity got the better of me this time and now it put me and my brother in danger. I had a great urge to call the police but I had a suspicion that they knew where I lived and had perhaps bugged the telephone wires or had placed microphones near my house. It sounded silly, but at the time I was really starting to get paranoid of everything. I watched everything that I did very closely, and when I had to work, I tried to stay as far away from the boxes full of drugs and of the owner. I knew that it was hard to stay away from the owner but they really creeped me out. For all I knew, they could have been a psycho. Little did I know it, but it turned out to be the truth.
I was sitting at home one weekend while my brother was out playing with his friends and I decided to watch some TV. I saw the News appear and the latest story was that a shop owner had been killed while trying to hold off police. It seems that someone tipped off the police about the Drugs and the Police had gone to investigate and tried to arrest him. Soon after I heard the news story, I phoned up the police to see if there was anymore information. I told them that I worked at the shop and was threatened not to tell anybody about the drugs when I had discovered them. They told me that he was working for an international drug corporation and that he was wanted by several countries. I also was told that many of the customers were only there for the Drugs or for information regarding the drugs. I hung up after being told all this and laid down knowing that me and my brother were safe.
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"Hmm, but were you safe?"
"No, Doc. It seems that he wasn't the only one that was wanted by police. Somebody had tapped into my phone conversation with the Police."
"What did he do?"
"It was a she."
"Okay, well what did she do?"
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Since I now had no job but a considerable amount of money, I decided to go shopping with my brother. I was about to leave to go back home after this was done when I accidentally bumped into an attractive woman. She had long, flowing blonde hair and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. She had a real pretty face. She was slightly shorter than me as well. I said that I was sorry and she smiled and said that happens all the time and that she is just clumsy. I offered to help her pick up her things that were on the ground and we started talking with one another. I found out that she lives only 5 minutes away from where I live and I offered to take her home. We arrived back to her home, much to my brothers disliking, and I walked her to her door. She said to call her some time so that we could talk again, preferably without my brother. I laughed and went back home. I guess you could say that I was very happy all day and excited as well. I knew that I was in love and I loved this feeling. It was something new to me. I had seen attractive girls before but she absolutely blew my mind. I wasn't able to go to sleep until very late because I was excited to talk to her the next day. My brother was also getting annoyed since I kept talking about her and he didn't want to hear any of it.
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~Ticking away the moments that
make up a dull day, Fritter and
waste the hours in an off-hand
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Undefeatable Hero
Elite Assassin
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posted August 16, 2008 01:54 PM |
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So she is just tricking you, hmm?
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carcity
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Blind Sage
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posted August 16, 2008 06:06 PM |
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Aha now I know what will happen in the next part.
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Undefeatable Hero
LummoxLewis
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Edited by william at 09:14, 29 Aug 2008.
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Hehe. I am going to add some twists in it (hopefully). I am going to write more of the story when I wake up.
Wow, it has been a while. Sorry about the wait but I had things come up in regards to sleep, school and music.
Well here is the next part for those who are interested.
I felt like I had an attraction to this girl. She asked if I wanted to come inside but I was reminded of my brother and told her that I better go and take him home, although she insisted that I should come inside. I asked if it was alright if my brother came in as well and she said that she had some gaming consoles in the lounge room and saw that it immediately had an impact on him since he bolted past me and went straight onto the gaming equipment. Typical brothers. I was amazed when I went inside her house. everything was so neat and tired which was very unlike what I was used to. She definitely liked to decorate the walls with paintings. I assumed that she had made them and when I asked her she confirmed that she did. She was quite the artist I must say. She led me into the kitchen and asked if I would like something to drink. I said that I would like a coffee and we quickly got to talking. She told me that she hadn't had a boyfriend for a few years since she was abused by her previous boyfriend.
I found out that her life wasn't so easy and that she was used to being abused by people. I felt sorry for her and I figured that she knew that. It was getting darker and it was time to make a move back home. I told my brother that I was going now and I saw that he was already waiting inside the car. I asked when we could meet again and she said tomorrow. I said goodbye and was about to close the door when she turned me around and kissed me. This was unexpected but very welcomed. She said that she loved me and asked if I would not bring my brother tomorrow. I chuckled and agreed and I went to the car and drove home.
Throughout the drive home, my mind was filled with thoughts of the girl. I loved her but was too nervous to tell her that I did. My brother kept asking how long it would be until we got home. He was annoying at times but I really liked him. He was my brother after all. We finally got home and he went straight to bed. I laid down on my bed and started having thoughts about everything that had happened that day. My mind kept going back to the girl; how she kissed me, how she looked and that I loved her.
I must have fallen asleep since when I woke up it was about 7 am in the morning. My brother was still sleeping so I decided to make myself some breakfast and read the paper. There was nothing really interesting in the paper, except for some sports news and the usual political information, although I had no real interest in politics but it was more interesting than reading the celebrity things. That stuff just bored the hell out of me. I turned on the TV and watched some of the news for around an hour and then saw that my brother was awake. I asked him how he was but I guess it was still too early for him to be able to say anything understandable. He went back to sleep shortly after having his own breakfast and I had to shut his door since he snored really loud. Just as soon as I shut his door, the phone rang. I picked it up and it was the girl. I was getting all excited again and she told me to meet her at her house in 30 minutes time. I quickly had a shower, put on my best clothes, left a note on the table telling my brother that I will be out for a while and then got in my car and started to drive to her house.
I could barely keep my excitement hidden when I finally got to her house and she could tell that I was excited. She looked slightly tired but she still looked beautiful to me. I asked how she was and she said she was okay and then kissed me. I could tell that this was going to be a good day. She asked me to come inside and she said that she was having to go to a business meeting in a few days time and if I would like to go with her. I was reluctant to say yes since I had my brother to take care of. She convinced me to come after a while and she seemed very happy so she kissed me again. I finally had the courage to tell her that I loved her and she said that she loves me as well. She wanted to go out to the shops again to get some shopping done, so I decided to drive her to the shops and join her. She mainly looked in clothes stores which always bored me. Eventually she went to pick up some food and then it was back to her place. She said she was feeling a little tired so we said goodbye to one another.
I got back to my house and it was just about 5 pm. I saw that my brother was sitting on the lounge and watching the TV. He was lazy most of the time but then again, so was I back then. I decided to sit next to him and watch whatever he was watching. He was watching some movie about a lady who is bitten by some monkey thing and she dies and is turned into a zombie. It looked cool but it was incredibly violent. I wonder where my brother got this from but I decided not to ask and just sat and watched it. After that finished, he put in The Terminator and we both watched that. After a little while, I decided to get some food and drink for the both of us. It had been a while since I had anything to eat and drink and I was starting to get very hungry. While watching The Terminator, my mind drifted back to my girl. I was missing her already and it was only a few hours since I last saw her. I guess I loved her quite a lot. I laughed to myself as I knew that my brother would probably be going through these similar stages soon in his life. He asked why I was looking weird and I just said it was nothing and continued watching the movie. When the movie finished, I decided to have a rest...
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~Ticking away the moments that
make up a dull day, Fritter and
waste the hours in an off-hand
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Honorable
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Elite Assassin
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posted August 29, 2008 01:02 PM |
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hehe, this one wasn't shocking at the end like the other parts
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