Post by caleb alexander chevalier on Mar 23, 2011 22:37:45 GMT -5
all the cameras watch the accidents and stars you hate
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It was about nine pm in the ever so exciting life of Caleb Chevalier and for once, he was home alone. His father out in a bar somewhere, his mother, probably being the whore she was. Caleb had already tucked Tommy in bed and was pretty sure Braden And Ruthy were asleep, too. They all had school in the morning, including Caleb, but if he didn't take care of the kids, who would? Exactly. He was quietly sitting on the living room couch, watching the TV, whenever he saw the headlights of one of his parents cars.
He sighed and got up to unlock the door, seeing as it was his dad. His dad stumbled through the door, and onto the couch. Caleb had no idea how the man had driven home and not been arrested, or killed. Caleb couldn't make out his slurred words, but it didn't matter, because soon enough, his dad was passed out on the couch. Caleb sighed, throwing a blanket over him and sat down on the other couch, continuing to watch TV.
It wasn't ten minutes until He heard his mom at the door, with a man, it sounded like. Caleb didn't get the door for them, she could get it herself. The dark haired woman glanced over at Caleb shaking her head. "You couldn't have gotten the door?" Caleb pretended as if he didn't hear it. Her tone raised slightly, fussing at him in French, a language only the two of them understood. Caleb sighed. "Who is this?" He asked, motioning over to the man. "He's my...business partner." Caleb shudder. "MOTHER! Ew. Dear Lord. Your husband is on the couch right there and you're going to fuck another guy... while he's right there?!" Caleb asked in disbelief.
Genevive stepped closer to Caleb, looking down on him, being she was an inch taller. "You don't talk to me like that, you hear? Me and you are going to have a talk later." Caleb rolled his eyes. "By talk, you mean pushing me around and hitting me until I tell you what you want and or taking away my inhalor in times of need for your sick pleasure of watching your sun have to gasp for air? Nothing out of the ordinary. But I'm leaving, I'll be back later."
And with that, he turned on his heels to walk out.
"Caleb Alexander Chevalier. Give me your keys, you aren't going anywhere." Caleb pulled his keys out of his pocket and tossed them at his mom. "I'll Walk. Have fun with your...erm, business partner." The normally shy boy said, walking out the door. He knew he was going to get it later from his mother, but he was not the the mood to deal with her shit right now. With his hands in his pocket, he walked. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he was going far away from his house....
Or, well, as far as you can go when you are quarnintined in a town this size. He made his way to the park. It was dark and there was no one there. When you had social anxiety, you tried to stay away from people as much as possible. He plopped down on an empty swing, setting his bag down and swinging his legs bac and forth. He needed to get his mind off of this shit.
does the television make you feel the pills you ate?
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