coldrunning2002
12-13-2018, 03:48 PM
Calibrate Christmas Time
November 30th 2018 Garry Davies
My name is John I am 22 years old, I have been working for my stepdad as a landscape gardener for two weeks in exchange for board and lodgings with him and my mum. My mum is terminally ill and is in her final chapter, just a few more weeks for her. Sofa surfing with my mum is better than being in my old grotty bedsit waiting for the bailiffs to evict me because I’m skint. I am a gambling addict, and all my online bets have not delivered.
All I have been doing is picking up litter, fag butts, dog faeces and raking leaves in the council park. Stepdad was screaming in my face and humiliating me, I must pour him a whiskey-laced coffee from the thermos flask, do it now, he is going to tinker with the fairy lights. I was duped into believing I would be a tree surgeon using a chainsaw, I bought myself a second-hand petrol chainsaw of eBay just for this job and haven't used it once yet, the chainsaw is still in the back of stepdads van.
Three weeks until Christmas, I don’t look forward to Christmas very much, the day is spent watching television with a family who is drunk. There is defiantly going to be an argument kick off over something, who’s jack in the box will pop out of their box first?
To me, Christmas day, is just a day of lockdown and you cannot do anything at all, where is the fun in that? Last year stepdad took the Christmas presents I bought him and my mum into the garden and smashed them up, he was kicking them around the yard and then stamping on them.
Stepdad said, “When your mother is dead if any vultures ever come around here from your family I will shoo them away! , I’m going to put poison in your mother’s dinner and then have all of her money!” Then stepdad said, “Only joking HaHaHa.”
Granddad had said to me before he died a few months ago, “ Your stepdad is not going to have a relationship with you when your mother has gone, the relationship between you and him will not last five minutes.” , Grandad had said, “He will be looking for another woman in his life in newspapers and dating agencies, once he starts doing that he will not care a dam about you.”, Grandad had said, “If he meets another woman after your mother has gone, she will have baggage, you will not be a gooseberry.” Grandad had said, “I don’t think you will be going on day trips, holidays, and have meals with your stepdad and his family.”Grandad had said, “Let’s get a solicitor to your mother's bedside, I want all the money I lent to your mother back, and I want to be paid for all the DIY work that I did on the house. I think we need to do a deed of severance with the Land Registry. When your mother has gone, just go around the house and get your stuff back, don’t argue with him just take it all including the carpets and kitchen cupboards.”
I am going to go to Stonehenge and celebrate the winter solstice instead of Christmas a real day of partying on my norman bates jack jones. Winter solstice parties existed long before Christmas had been invented, Stonehenge was built forty-five hundred years ago. On the solstice stars come up into view on the horizon, they are only visible on the solstice, four days before Christmas, that is it I’ve worked it out, the star.
Stepdad will soon have collected a few hundred grand from both my granddad and my mother, and I got nothing, not a penny, not even a piece of brick-a-brack. When I put on my navvy ear defenders, I hear commanding voices in my head, a demon voice, ”Cut yourself and let your blood trickle down the stones at Stonehenge.”, “Chop your stepdad up with your chainsaw!”, A angels voice talks over the voice of the demon, “Forget about it all, move on, Just walk towards the brightest star you see on the horizon. Start walking from the centre of Stonehenge circle, it will take you to your new warm and cosy home, it is waiting for you, the electric blanket is on and warm mulled wine!”
November 30th 2018 Garry Davies
My name is John I am 22 years old, I have been working for my stepdad as a landscape gardener for two weeks in exchange for board and lodgings with him and my mum. My mum is terminally ill and is in her final chapter, just a few more weeks for her. Sofa surfing with my mum is better than being in my old grotty bedsit waiting for the bailiffs to evict me because I’m skint. I am a gambling addict, and all my online bets have not delivered.
All I have been doing is picking up litter, fag butts, dog faeces and raking leaves in the council park. Stepdad was screaming in my face and humiliating me, I must pour him a whiskey-laced coffee from the thermos flask, do it now, he is going to tinker with the fairy lights. I was duped into believing I would be a tree surgeon using a chainsaw, I bought myself a second-hand petrol chainsaw of eBay just for this job and haven't used it once yet, the chainsaw is still in the back of stepdads van.
Three weeks until Christmas, I don’t look forward to Christmas very much, the day is spent watching television with a family who is drunk. There is defiantly going to be an argument kick off over something, who’s jack in the box will pop out of their box first?
To me, Christmas day, is just a day of lockdown and you cannot do anything at all, where is the fun in that? Last year stepdad took the Christmas presents I bought him and my mum into the garden and smashed them up, he was kicking them around the yard and then stamping on them.
Stepdad said, “When your mother is dead if any vultures ever come around here from your family I will shoo them away! , I’m going to put poison in your mother’s dinner and then have all of her money!” Then stepdad said, “Only joking HaHaHa.”
Granddad had said to me before he died a few months ago, “ Your stepdad is not going to have a relationship with you when your mother has gone, the relationship between you and him will not last five minutes.” , Grandad had said, “He will be looking for another woman in his life in newspapers and dating agencies, once he starts doing that he will not care a dam about you.”, Grandad had said, “If he meets another woman after your mother has gone, she will have baggage, you will not be a gooseberry.” Grandad had said, “I don’t think you will be going on day trips, holidays, and have meals with your stepdad and his family.”Grandad had said, “Let’s get a solicitor to your mother's bedside, I want all the money I lent to your mother back, and I want to be paid for all the DIY work that I did on the house. I think we need to do a deed of severance with the Land Registry. When your mother has gone, just go around the house and get your stuff back, don’t argue with him just take it all including the carpets and kitchen cupboards.”
I am going to go to Stonehenge and celebrate the winter solstice instead of Christmas a real day of partying on my norman bates jack jones. Winter solstice parties existed long before Christmas had been invented, Stonehenge was built forty-five hundred years ago. On the solstice stars come up into view on the horizon, they are only visible on the solstice, four days before Christmas, that is it I’ve worked it out, the star.
Stepdad will soon have collected a few hundred grand from both my granddad and my mother, and I got nothing, not a penny, not even a piece of brick-a-brack. When I put on my navvy ear defenders, I hear commanding voices in my head, a demon voice, ”Cut yourself and let your blood trickle down the stones at Stonehenge.”, “Chop your stepdad up with your chainsaw!”, A angels voice talks over the voice of the demon, “Forget about it all, move on, Just walk towards the brightest star you see on the horizon. Start walking from the centre of Stonehenge circle, it will take you to your new warm and cosy home, it is waiting for you, the electric blanket is on and warm mulled wine!”