11-13-2014, 05:42 PM
Lucas shook his head as he tried clear his head. The man smiled and made a joke, for which he was grateful. But the feelings didn't go away. Suddenly, it was like he could see his father there that last day. He'd woken him up while he was in bed coming off a high, everything harsher and intensified because of the drug. His father's face was red and furious and spit flew from his mouth as he yelled at him and grabbed his hair to drag him out of his room.
Lucas had fought back but his father was a big man and he was still weak from the last hit. His father's fists had driven the air from his lungs with a violent punch and he had thrown up. His father went off on him, then, calling him a whore and other names that said exactly what he though of him. Finally, he'd dragged him to the door and threw him out into the hallway. The neighbors in the apartment building hadn't done anything.
Bloody, he'd stumbled and crawled his way down the stairs and out onto the street. He got to the alley and behind the fire-escape stairs found some boxes. He just needed to lie down and sleep, to escape this pain.
With a snap, Lucas realized he was just standing there. The piece wasn't done and he'd not heard much of what the man said. Inside, that empty place had become a yawning chasm and he just wanted a drink.
He settled back to work and tried to finish as fast as he could. For the first time in years, he could feel the beast breathing down his neck and he didn't care. He needed something badly.
To the man he made minimal conversation now, just grunting and nodding his head.
Lucas had fought back but his father was a big man and he was still weak from the last hit. His father's fists had driven the air from his lungs with a violent punch and he had thrown up. His father went off on him, then, calling him a whore and other names that said exactly what he though of him. Finally, he'd dragged him to the door and threw him out into the hallway. The neighbors in the apartment building hadn't done anything.
Bloody, he'd stumbled and crawled his way down the stairs and out onto the street. He got to the alley and behind the fire-escape stairs found some boxes. He just needed to lie down and sleep, to escape this pain.
With a snap, Lucas realized he was just standing there. The piece wasn't done and he'd not heard much of what the man said. Inside, that empty place had become a yawning chasm and he just wanted a drink.
He settled back to work and tried to finish as fast as he could. For the first time in years, he could feel the beast breathing down his neck and he didn't care. He needed something badly.
To the man he made minimal conversation now, just grunting and nodding his head.