Like Father Like Son (The text is a little NSFW) (657 hits)
Category: Quotes & StoriesRating: 1.28 on 7 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Hourman (View user info) at 2006-10-02 09:39:51 EDT
The streets were larger now, and somewhat more well lit. Jesus even the old alleyways looked semi-inviting. The graffiti was all gone now too, and there now was crude, and poorly illustrated penises, with witty phrases like 'If you love the cock phone Dave on...' How ingenious these unknown satirists and artists were, how brilliant their minds must be to comprehend such fine social flaws. Nothing compared to twenty years ago, oh no back then we weren't pissed that TV show was cancelled, which is clearly far more important than civil liberties and social justice. Oh yes, far more important than an unlawful and unjustified war, killing our future and crippling the fathers of tomorrow.
There was however the smell of the old place, the rotting buildings made of concrete and erected as a symbol of bureaucratic poverty, letting off that stench of the working class. I can almost remember my father coming home, so tired and worn out from a hard day of mans work. He was so tired he nearly forgot to drag his knuckles.
Poor old dad, it was a hard life for him, he was known as the hard working Jim Sykes. He had to work AND beat his family into submission. Imagine that! Having to come home after a hard days work, sit on the sofa and drink until the feeling of uselessness and inadequacy passes. Around that time is when you got to remind yourself "Son one day you'll understand, and you'll thank me". Of course you can't leave obvious bruises, oh no, far too easy, got to be clever. Clever old Dad! Not a soul but my mum, my two sisters, and myself knew about his habits.
Oh his little habits.
Chilly outside tonight, glad I bought the jacket, keeps me warm. I can never understand how the Italians, coming from a predominantly hot climate make such warm coats. The mind is baffled here and there I suppose.
I haven't been here in such a long time. It's nice coming back once in a while. There's the parking lot by the cinema. It's round the back so know one can see what's going on. Of course they have CCTV nowadays. My daddy used to take my little sister round there, after one of there walks, turns out he was raping her quite often. He wouldn't touch the other one though, between you and I, she used to wet herself a fair bit. I think my mother knew, but at least he wasn't hurting her, right?
My mother, what to say really? Nothing, A nobody, a mist, a figment of imagination, the pre-determined victim of an abusing husband. "Mummy, make Daddy stop" because crying really helps the situation you stupid bitch.
I think I was thirteen when my sister, I can't really remember her name, decided that if she wasn't good enough to be raped then she wasn't good enough to live. I have to agree there, not even good enough to be raped, and by your own father at that! Sally? Was it Sally...I can't remember, doesn't really matter now though.
Now Jane, I remember her because my father got her drunk, raped her and burnt her alive in a car, that she apparently stole! Well when dad came in it wasn't hard to tell what had happened.
I survived by copying my Dad! How much we bonded. I drank with him and, abused my mum in all sorts of ungodly ways, until one day he was being a bit to crazy, and I was a bit too drunk and I drove the bottle into the back of his neck, the neck is a lot more vulnerable than I though it would be.
Either way, I knew I would get caught and put away for life, when it occurred to me, what about raping children and abusing people appealed to my Dad? I caught a glimpse of my self in the mirror. I remember feeling like I didn't look right, so I cut off my fathers face and the results were impressive to say the least.
I went to the park and it was a candy store of deviation and desperation...and...well you the rest I'm sure.
"Indeed we do Mr Sykes. On the count of one you will wake up and remember nothing. Three, two, one."
"Told you, hypnotherapy doesn't work on people like me. We're too attuned to ourselves."
"Mr Thomas Sykes you are under arrest-"
"Name's not Thomas. It's Jim"
"Jim's dead Thomas. You killed your father"
"Well I ain't dead, I'm as plain as the nose on your face."
"Thomas I-"
"You got a family sir?"
"Yes, but that's of no-"
"Need any tips on parenting, I'm always ready to help."
User Reviews
Submitted by WingedFoote (user info) at 2006-10-03 01:49:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
very strange. an excellent premise, I think you could've done a bit more with it...
Submitted by r1nce (user info) at 2006-10-02 22:15:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
This was good. Needed a their, a too and a know though.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-10-02 13:27:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hmm.. Intriguing.
Wasn't Sykes the name of the "trainer" in Oliver Twist? I don't know if that was intentional or not, but it works.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-10-02 10:40:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
i liked this
Submitted by Bizdorph (user info) at 2006-10-02 10:10:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hmmm.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-10-02 10:03:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
interesting
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2006-10-02 09:53:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Good read.