The Crematorium (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} crematorium) wrote,@ 2007-10-08 03:50:00 |
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Who: Adrian Hywel.
What: Waiting.
Where: Outside Sean's house.
On the morning of Monday, October 8th, Adrian Hywel woke at precisely 7:45 AM. In reality, he had no real reason to be awake before 8:15 on working days, but this morning was slightly different than most. He had put his every effort into creating symptoms so realistic (drink after drink) just prior to going to bed the night before, he had neglected to realise that he'd be waking up that morning with a "killer" headache, and nausea to complement it. Thirty minutes before he'd typically be leaving for work, his mother came into his bedroom and was surprised to find him still tangled, half-naked and with incomprehensible hair, in his bedsheets. Adrian's complaining about the light, which had only just begun to seep into the bedroom from the hallway, as well as her voice -- "it didn't do a thing for his head!" -- did little to make matters better.
Since Adrian had returned home from his grandmother's earlier that summer, his parents had done everything (or so they thought) within their power to communicate their dominance to him. He no longer had a television in his room; his cell phone use was limited to a certain amount of minutes each month; he wasn't allowed to keep any of the paychecks he earned while working for his grandmother unless they were deposited into his savings account, and at that point, he wasn't allowed access to it... It was clear that his parents wanted him to understand his role in the family. They refused to allow him the right to drive himself anywhere, unless he offered them a detailed (and by detailed, they meant time, place, whose place, what and who with, why and for how long) description of his plans. Considering Adrian wasn't the sort to favour the truth or telling so much of it at one time, he simply opted to surrender his keys.
But in all honesty, their little game of give and take did little to intimidate Adrian. He didn't worry about having a car, or being able to roll his minutes over into the next month. Really, he didn't even care if he'd be able to manipulate his parents any more, because the point was, within a matter of weeks, he'd be 18. It was tempting to throw fits and protest, but the minute his age was brought up, he'd scowl, hesitate for a moment, then give in. It was on this particular Monday morning that Adrian was given the "you're not in the position to choose whether or not you're in a condition to miss work, it's a responsibility you have!" lecture, and after cursing under his breath for several seconds (his mother had left the room), he staggered to his feet and headed for the bathroom.
Once his own parents had left for their jobs and Adrian was sure he was on his own, he left the house. Although squeaky clean and in decent clothing, he was significantly late for work. He had quite the dilemma on his shoulders, but if he could at least get himself to Sean's, use the coach's phone, and call in sick from there, he'd be safe for the rest of the day. It made sense to call work with his cellular phone, sure, but the next time the bill came in, his parents would see the call listed and seize every opportunity to question him about it -- that was something Adrian would never enjoy.
One critical thing that had gone forgotten in Adrian's mind was Sean's requested wake-up call. The older man hadn't told him how much time he needed to 'wake up,' and Adrian had assumed that meant he'd be told how long he needed to wait while on the phone with him... either way, it wasn't until he leapt up onto the front-step of the other's house, and lifted a hand to grasp the handle of the outside storm-door that he remembered he needed to give Sean a "heads-up". It was with great hesitance that Adrian leaned over to wipe any condensation [left over] from [that morning on] the couple steps he had to use as a perch, to prevent his jeans from getting wet (regardless of the fact that he probably wouldn't be wearing them that long). While he sat, he used his phone to call Sean; he didn't have too much to entertain himself with... He'd told the man he'd be there in 15 minutes, but after smoking three cigarettes in a row, he was only breaking ten and it was difficult to want to wait any longer.
Since Adrian had returned home from his grandmother's earlier that summer, his parents had done everything (or so they thought) within their power to communicate their dominance to him. He no longer had a television in his room; his cell phone use was limited to a certain amount of minutes each month; he wasn't allowed to keep any of the paychecks he earned while working for his grandmother unless they were deposited into his savings account, and at that point, he wasn't allowed access to it... It was clear that his parents wanted him to understand his role in the family. They refused to allow him the right to drive himself anywhere, unless he offered them a detailed (and by detailed, they meant time, place, whose place, what and who with, why and for how long) description of his plans. Considering Adrian wasn't the sort to favour the truth or telling so much of it at one time, he simply opted to surrender his keys.
But in all honesty, their little game of give and take did little to intimidate Adrian. He didn't worry about having a car, or being able to roll his minutes over into the next month. Really, he didn't even care if he'd be able to manipulate his parents any more, because the point was, within a matter of weeks, he'd be 18. It was tempting to throw fits and protest, but the minute his age was brought up, he'd scowl, hesitate for a moment, then give in. It was on this particular Monday morning that Adrian was given the "you're not in the position to choose whether or not you're in a condition to miss work, it's a responsibility you have!" lecture, and after cursing under his breath for several seconds (his mother had left the room), he staggered to his feet and headed for the bathroom.
Once his own parents had left for their jobs and Adrian was sure he was on his own, he left the house. Although squeaky clean and in decent clothing, he was significantly late for work. He had quite the dilemma on his shoulders, but if he could at least get himself to Sean's, use the coach's phone, and call in sick from there, he'd be safe for the rest of the day. It made sense to call work with his cellular phone, sure, but the next time the bill came in, his parents would see the call listed and seize every opportunity to question him about it -- that was something Adrian would never enjoy.
One critical thing that had gone forgotten in Adrian's mind was Sean's requested wake-up call. The older man hadn't told him how much time he needed to 'wake up,' and Adrian had assumed that meant he'd be told how long he needed to wait while on the phone with him... either way, it wasn't until he leapt up onto the front-step of the other's house, and lifted a hand to grasp the handle of the outside storm-door that he remembered he needed to give Sean a "heads-up". It was with great hesitance that Adrian leaned over to wipe any condensation [left over] from [that morning on] the couple steps he had to use as a perch, to prevent his jeans from getting wet (regardless of the fact that he probably wouldn't be wearing them that long). While he sat, he used his phone to call Sean; he didn't have too much to entertain himself with... He'd told the man he'd be there in 15 minutes, but after smoking three cigarettes in a row, he was only breaking ten and it was difficult to want to wait any longer.