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 Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:03 pm
It's in little posts! How not-annoying. xp
No, this isn't the one I was posting about earlier... this one doesn't involve any malexmale, implied domxsub, or nekkedness.
Title: Stolen
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Suggestive themes, words that begin with 'F'
Notes: It's an Alternate Universe (AU) spinoff of the novel I'm currently working on. The lyrics are from Nickelback's song "Should've Listened". I heard the song and thought that it fit with the early life of my character, Russell. You'd have to actually have to hear the song before you know why it fits, but the lyrics will have to do in context. Oh, and the story takes place in England (Newcastle, to be precise).
TOTAL APOLOGIES TO MASK FOR THE NAME OF THE ANTAGONIST!! It's not personal or anything... the "bad" character's name was Katherine and I shortened it without it even crossing my mind that you guys had similar names. gonk Sorry, Mask, but I can't change it because she's a main character and her name is kinda important...
Without further adieu...
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:04 pm
There's clothes all over the floor
I don't remember them bein' here before
Smell of perfume isn't here
Why's lipstick on the mirror?
And still I don't understand
Oh, s**t. That was Russell's immediate thought the first time he met his son. He'd had a sinking feeling from the time he touched the doorknob, and he was downright drowning by the time he saw Kate in the hallway, holding an emotionless, five-year-old boy with her hair and his eyes.
There was hope. There had always been hope.
But there was no hope anymore when Kate said, “It's been a while, Russ. But I'm sure he's yours. And I don't want him anymore.” Then she shoved the boy through the doorway and turned to leave. “His name is Sadeh,” she added, and then she left.
He remembered the clip of cheap plastic heels as she walked down the hall. The ding of the musty elevator. But most of all, he remembered looking into his son's eyes for the very first time and thinking, Oh, s**t.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:05 pm
No pictures left in the hall
There's three new holes in my wall
Where the hell's my credit cards?
Why's my wallet in the yard?
And still I don't understand
Cal had told him that Kate was bad news back at fourteen, but at that time, Cal--Cayley--couldn't hold a candle to Katherine Williams. Especially after a long puff when Kate would tilt her head back and the smoke would tumble out of her mouth. Cal called it trashy; Russell thought it was sexy.
But Cal was right, and that was why Russ loved her. Kate was trashy. Russ had never known girls like that. His mother and sister were quiet, soft personalities. Cal was brash and rowdy, hardly feminine at all. But Kate was. Something about her was still feminine, though she was a rebel, the kind of girl that didn't care what she wore or what others thought of it. In class, he would see her through the window, sitting on the hood of a friend's car in the school parking lot, smoking and flirting with the other delinquents. Russell was captivated.
Cal would watch him stare at her all day, and sometimes jab him with a pencil. Even if she didn't, she would eventually whisper in that loud, not-really-a-whisper voice: “Russ, Williams is trouble!” And then they would both be punished for talking.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:10 pm
Well, now I guess I should've listened
When you said you'd had enough
Little trick I picked up from my father
In one ear and out the other
Why's love gotta be so tough?
Kate offered him a smoke one day after school, in the parking lot. He took it; Cal huffed in exasperation and pulled out her own. They sat around together, laughed together, with Cal smoking moodily off to the side on her own. Kate was two years older than him. She had dropped out last year--Russ felt a jolt of anxiety at that, but then she tilted her head back and exhaled in that lovely, trashy way of hers.
Cal's watch beeped. She dropped her cigarette and crushed it with her foot, then grabbed Russ by the sleeve and pulled him away. Kate waved goodbye, and mouthed something he didn't quite catch.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:12 pm
Should see the look on my face
My s**t's all over the place
Why's this happenin' to me?
Why'd you take both sets of keys?
And still I don't understand
Things escalated and depreciated at a rate Russell couldn't imagine these sorts of things happening. He remembered the look on Cal's face, the way she stared at him from across the parking lot through the classroom window, as he sat with Kate and her friends in the back of someone's convertible.
That moment would characterize the rest of his relationship with Kate. He couldn't have known it at the time, but he would spend most of his time with her in this way. He would lose his virginity to that girl--in that parking lot, in the back seat of that very car. And they would sit and smoke and laugh in the meantime, with Cal standing off to the side, unlit cigarette dangling from her lips, watch beeping; but she would eventually turn away and go home.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:13 pm
Well, now I guess I should've listened
When you said you'd had enough
A little trick I picked up from my father
In one ear and out the other
Why's love gotta be so tough?
Kate wouldn't break up with him in that parking lot. She would tell him that she was moving in with someone new, a man four years older, in downtown Newcastle. And he wouldn't care; even at fourteen, Russell knew what it had been. She would tell him late on a spring night, while they roamed the city together.
The parking lot, however, was the last place he would ever talk to Cal. Six days since the last time he went to school, she found him sitting by the curb, alone. She offered him a smoke; he grabbed her and kissed her. As he would think back bitterly several years later, just as resounding as the memory of meeting his son for the first time was the look on Cal's face and the way she turned and ran.
Four days later, he caught a midnight train to Lincolnshire--the poorest county in England.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:17 pm
Well, now I guess I should've listened.
Russell pulled out a bottle of vodka. He didn't know why he kept it; he didn't drink that often, really, but he always had some sort of liquor in his apartment. He took a sip right from the bottle. Sadeh was sitting at the table, stirring his soup absently with an old spoon. He didn't seem to notice the vodka, but the stench of alcohol was near overwhelming for Russell.
“Hey, does this bother you?” he said.
Sadeh shook his head and continued to poke at his soup.
Russell poured the rest of the vodka down the drain.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:18 pm
There's clothes all over my floor
I don't remember them bein' there before
There are no candles in here
Lipstick's still on my mirror
And still I don't understand
Sadeh was asleep in Russell's bed. He didn't have any others and had no idea how he was going to afford one. Money had already been tight enough before. He opened the cupboard for the vodka, but it wasn't there. So Russell sat down at the kitchen table and lit up a smoke.
He had no legal records for Sadeh. Did Kate have them? Did they exist? Russell sighed; a stream of pearly smoke curled out from his lips. He picked up the package of cigarettes and looked at it. Three pounds a pack, he thought.
Sadeh coughed in the other room.
Russell closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He sucked all the nicotine he could out of what would be his last smoke in a while; and tossed the rest of the pack in the waste bin.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:20 pm
Well, now I guess I should've listened
When you said you'd had enough
A little trick I picked up from my father
In one ear and out the other
Why must love be so tough?
Russell took a sip of his juice and held the telephone a couple of centimetres away from his ear. His girlfriend's screaming was still audible. It was only fair that they should separate, he had told her. He didn't want to condemn his son to the wrong kind of life and he simply didn't want women like her influencing him. Russell had never been good with words or girlfriends.
Worse, he happened to be watching Sadeh staring down at his toast as her very distinguishable screams came through the phone.
“b*****d! Son of a b***h!”
He hoped that Sadeh didn't know what those words meant; but if he did, he wasn't showing it. He didn't eat, just stared at his breakfast miserably, and never looked Russell in the eye.
“Well?” said Russell, covering the receiver. “Aren't you going to eat?”
Sadeh shook his head.
“You're not hungry?”
He shook his head once more.
Russell stared at him. “Damn you, boy, just eat it. Toast doesn't grow on trees and I won't have you starving to death.”
Sadeh bit his lip.
“b*****d! Son of a b***h!”
Russell fumbled with the phone for a minute and turned it off. He slammed it on the counter top, making Sadeh jump a bit. “Just eat. Bread doesn't last forever. It'll go bad if you don't eat it. Do you want that to happen?”
Sadeh didn't answer.
“God--” Russell stopped. He had wanted to scream “Goddammit!” and slam his fists down on the table. But he didn't. He didn't do it because in the back of his head he heard it: “Goddammit! That's good food, boy, don't you waste that food!”
He thought, Good God, I'm turning into my father.
And he regretted ever throwing away his smokes.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:21 pm
Well, now I guess I should've listened
When you said you'd had enough
A little trick I picked up from my father
In one ear and out the other
Why's love gotta be so tough?
Sadeh looked more like his father, Russell decided, than himself or Kate. Though still a boy, Russell could pick out his father's distinct characteristics about his face and the way he held himself. Maybe that was why he felt compelled to react like his father would.
Russell poured himself another glass of orange juice. Sadeh shyly reached over and plucked a single grape from the fruit bowl in the center of the table. Then looked up at Russell and picked up his toast.
I ******** up.
Sadeh was only pretending to eat it, Russell knew, but he wouldn't point it out. He could have felt sorry for the kid, but he would have to feel sorry for himself at the same time. What was stolen from Sadeh had been stolen from him, too, both by a woman named Katherine Williams. But that led him nowhere productive. Kate had been robbed, herself, somewhere along the line.
But robbery didn't have to last forever.
Sadeh broke off and chewed a piece of toast, and Russell smiled.
End.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:28 am
I don't mind bout the name. It's a common name.
I've never been good about saying stuff like this, but I liked your story, and I enjoyed reading it. ^.^
And the bit about toast growing on trees was funny.
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