Cold Air Blowing Over His Shoulders

Adam glares at the world outside, and he shakes his head at its still; he hears only silence and he wonders where the war is?  There is no one on the streets where there was once busy market places, and there is no one on the pavements where kids used to play!  The world is just a wall of silence and Adam feels his hairs become raised.  Adam pushes his face closer to the glass wondering where the world is, knowing there is nothing but silence to return a call.

"Is the world dead?"  asks Adam before he hears a knock on his bedroom door.

The door opens and Adam sees his father Greg -  he is a taller version of himself and good looking, however Adam grows a chill as Greg lingers;  his hits are hard, his mood swings hit hard, his personality stamps on his brain like a hammer!  Adam feels cross and angered as he sees his fathers eyes settle onto his face, however he knows that he will never readily leave home for he has no money and he isn't in the mood to walk down the street to try and pick anyone up for a one dollar an hour fling.

"What do you want?"  asks Adam as he glares at Greg who clears his throat as though his sighting is an annoyance.

"How are you today son?" asks Greg as he stands there stiff - like a security guard waiting to stop a robber.

"Fine thanks;"  mutters Adam as he narrows his eyes.  "What do you want?"

"Your mother is cooking a meal, would you like a portion?" asks Greg as he raises his brows.

"Yes I would;"  tells Adam with a nod.

"Then come to the table;"  tells Greg as he steps back.  "Now;"  he adds in a throaty tone like a soap star in a horror movie.

Adam shrugs and follows Greg -  he isn't afraid of Greg exactly, he is just aware he is a mad-mad.  Once Greg punched him in the gut for creasing his newspaper the wrong way, and other time he slapped him in the face for having had drunk out of a cup rather then a flask.

"Don't you know what a cup is for?  It's for drinking tea!  Tea is for women -  you need to drink out of a flask!"  he had said.

Adam wipes his cheek as though only recently bruised from the hit and he narrows his eyes at Greg's shadow -   he suddenly wants to hit Greg in the back while it is turned!  However Adam restrains, and when he reaches out for his father his fingers tremble.

"I know you are my dad!"  gasps Adam as he lightly touches Greg's back.  "And we are related!"  he tells.

"Thank goodness you realized that son!"  gasps Greg as he narrows his eyes as a flame lights inside of his head.  "Because you do live here!"  he adds.

Adam bites his tongue -  he wasn't supposed to have said those thoughts out loud, but he had wanted to; he felt as though it were the right time to state something so raw and ridiculous.  

Greg stops and turns around to face Adam who gasps as he is forced to stop under his father's stare.  Adam wants to run from his fathers eye, but he stands there as he is inspected.  Greg peers at Adam for a long time until Adam's breath rises inside of his chest; Greg then shakes his head.

"You look normal, why do you talk stoned?"  asks Greg as he begins to leer.

"Stoned?"  asks Adam as he feels his nerves tighten.

"You talk dumb!  The fact that we're related shouldn't be news, you should know it;"  tells Greg as he begin to lose his temper one chip at a time.  

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you that I feel it;"  tells Adam as he raises his eyes to look at his father's eyes in minute detail.

Greg shrinks from the straight stare and he steps back.  Adam knows Greg wants to lose it and he yearns to run before his hands have time to strike -  however Adam stands cool while sweating under his skin; he doesn't want to lose himself a second time or his father might make him do something immoral - make him go to the mental institution!

"You are stoned?"  asks Greg as he shakes his head.  "I am disappointing in your feeling;"  he mutters before he heads for the kitchen.

Adam doesn't feel less strained but he follows Greg's footsteps one at a time until he reaches the kitchen also; there he sees Greg talking to his mother Evelyn who looks young and full of life while standing in a kitchen which is small and dirty.

"The kitchen needs cleaning;"  tells Adam as he glares at Evelyn.  "Rats will get at you when you cook!"  he adds before he smiles.

Evelyn shakes her head and turns to the pot.

"He needs meat inside of his head;"  she tells Greg before she puts a plate of sauce and two portions of bread on the table for him to eat.  "There this should brighten you up;"  she tells.

"Thank-you;"  mutters Adam who sits down and begins to munch.

"He may need schooling or something -  sitting around after school has made him dumb perhaps?"  mutters Greg in the distance.

However Adam isn't listening!  He is busy eating and when he is finished he is going to go for a walk down the empty street.

Adam follows his shoes down the street.  The world is still fairly vacant however occasionally he passes a figure who takes the time to offer him a stiff eye.  Adam shrugs off the grit he feels as he catches the eye and he continues to walk further and further.  He isn't sure where he is going until he meets a theater show and when there he rummages his pockets for some cash -  however he has none!

"This is how it feels to arrive empty handed;"  he mutters before he passes the theater until he walks under a gathering of elm trees.

Once there Adam begins to hate himself for having had brought no money -  he gets steamed up, and when he passes a pebble he bothers to pick it up and give it a mighty throw!  A window breaks and Adam feels a shiver up his spine before he runs!


Back closer to the theater Adam wipes sweat off his brow.  He knows he has not been a good boy, but he knows he has not been too bad.  He is not a robber, he has only broken glass, and that has made him a nuisance not a menace.

"My anger is hard to control;"  mutters Adam before he walks down a black alley to get back to his home is a hurry.

Down the ally mice wander around and Adam near steps on one at every step!  He knows the ally is dirty, and it stinks of rubbish, but he feels comfortable walking along its corridor.

"This is what freedom is;"  he mutters as he steps along.


Adam walks fast until his shoes fly over the cement and pebble-stone and then he stops when he reaches the front gate of his home.  His parents are inside, he can see the glow of the fire, but he doesn't warm up to stepping inside he wants to just hang around in the yard.

Adam sits and watches the world as it rests in silence.  He knows there is no better place to be, and he knows the world is perfect.

"I love it here;"  he declares before he wanders inside of the house.


Greg sees Adam as he walks inside of the house.  He wants to tell Adam that he shouldn't have gone out for a walk, however he just decides to have a drink instead.  Adam sees Greg and walks to his bedroom -  he doesn't want to chat at all, in fact he just wants to disappear.

Adam looks at his desk and sits before it; he wanders about the world outside and it's shadows -  however then through a front gate wanders a young woman named May Lockwood.  Adam glares at May -  she is a little older then him but only but a few years; he sees her dressed up to go out and she stands out on the pavement as though waiting for someone to pick her up.  Minutes pass and she stands there -  Adam is in awe of May's appearance, and he imagines himself showing up in a car and telling her to hop inside.  However then a gang of people walk by and turn their heads to May!  Adam frowns as they bother to stop and circle around her like crows looking for a meal.  Adam feels his spine stiffen as he watches -  he wants to yell, however the scene is too premature!  But there is a threat as May opens her mouth to speak to the rabble -  Adam narrows his eyes.

"What are those guys going to do?"  mutters Adam as he feels his jaw tighten.

The group circles and swamps May's shorter figure, there is a blockage, and Adam cant see anything!  He leans back on his chair as he realizes the group probably aren't doing anything but harmless chat, and when one of the guys around May lights a cigarette smoke Adam realizes that they are probably just night characters looking for fresh conversation and maybe a pick up.

Suddenly a car stops by the curb and a horn is flared.  The date who May had been waiting for hops out of the car and yells!  The group turn to the intrusion and scoff before they grind lit cigarette's onto the cement curb.  The group leaves after a minute of linger and Adam sees May being escorted inside of the car by her date.  Her clothes have been torn off her shoulders and Adam sees a bit of skin before she slips inside of the back of the car.  It is then Adam grows a rash of hate which is mixed with some kind of evil blush -  Adam swallows hard.

"Those street bastards!"  he cries out before a knock on the door grabs his attention.

Greg wanders inside and closes the door behind him.  Adam glares at him -  he is a handsome man still who looks like an older version of himself, however he is more grounded in life then Adam is and has a world set behind his shoulders.  Adam glares at Greg and reminds himself that he is his father as Greg says 'hello'.

"Hi dad, what's up?"  asks Adam as he raises his brows.

"Your mothers not feeling top of form - would you mind washing the dishes tonight?"  asks Greg as he raises his brows.

"I'd rather not!"  steams Adam before he can think.

Greg narrows his eyes and then looks at Adam's desk -  there is nothing on it.

"Okay son that is fine, I can do the dishes;"  he mutters in a quiet breath.

Adam smiles and leans back in his chair -  he wants to tell his dad about May, but he just locks her image inside of his head instead.  The image of her with her clothes torn off her shoulders is a drama which he wants to watch not talk about, and so he closes his mouth and tries to relax -  however his father lingers and after a minute he grows rigid.

"Why are you just standing there looking at me?"  asks Adam as he blinks.

"No reason son;"  tells Greg.  "I just wish you would have said 'okay';"  he adds before he leaves the room.

Adam brushes grit off his shoulders -  Greg makes him feel off and he grows needles on his skin.

"I don't like to be stared at;"  mutters Adam before he turns to his desk to be able to peer outside the window.

The night is black and there is nothing on the street only fog.  Adam grows bored and rolls his eyes, then he picks up a book to read -  however his thoughts stray, and he ends up daydreaming about May in her torn up form until he falls asleep.

In the morning Adam smells the scent of burnt toast as he dresses after a shower.  He fast combs his hair and then he races to the breakfast table.  At the table sits Greg who glances briefly at Adam before he begins to drink from a cup.  Adam ignores his father and eats -  he is hungry and so he ravishes the bread, gobbles like there is no tomorrow, and then he finishes with a cup of warm tea.

"Thanks for the breakfast!" cheers Adam before he rushes out of the house.

Greg sucks in his breath and continues to eat.


Outside Adam goes for a walk.  He walks down the street and discovers few people.  He doesn't know what to think -  his mind is a mess of jig-saws which state that there is nothing to do.

"There world is boring!"  gasps Adam as he kicks a stone.

The stone rolls off the walkway and onto the road.  Adam doesn't bother to pick it up, however he does notice a pair of shoes walking over it to get to the walkway.  Adam glares at the young woman and rolls his eyes -  she is someone he went to school with, Emma Dixon; he bothered to go to her house for a party when her parents were gone on vacation and her elder brother showed up to wreck the place after a couple of beers.  She was almost shy, but made plenty of friends whenever she settled anywhere and so she never looked shy only welcoming.

"Hows the day?"  asks Adam as he smiles.

"Good thanks Adam!"  cheers Emma as she stops to notice him.  "What have you been doing today?"  she asks.

"Nothing, just strolling;"  mutters Adam as he smiles.  "Where are you walking to?"

"No where;"  tells Emma as she grins.  "I just felt like going outside for a while; I've been studying all week!"  she tells.

"What are you studying?"  asks Adam as he shrugs.

"Base Science;"  tells Emma as she shrugs back.  "I caught the science flu - I'm studying to be a researcher!"  she says.

"Will your parents let you do that?"  asks Adam knowing that Emma comes from the kind of family that aims their sons grow to be militants or shopkeepers, and daughters grow to be mothers or teachers.

"Sure;"  sings Emma in an absent manner.  "Why not? It beats parties;"  she adds.

"Sure I guess;"  tells Adam as he shrugs once more.

Adam feels his breath blush -  he wants to tell Emma what he had seen the night before, however he knows it is not the news to make her smile only gossip.  He swallows the news down as he feels his fingers fidget -  he doesn't want to gossip about such foul news anyway; he would feel guilty if Emma showed up at May's house with flowers.

"So you want to go for a walk?"  asks Adam before his mind can wake up from the memories he has been holding onto.

"Sure;"  mutters Emma as she gushes.  "I can't believe you have the brave to ask me!"  she tells.

"Well I wouldn't mind the company;"  tells Adam as he eyes Emma as though she is foolish for wanting to go for a stroll with someone like him.  "Where do you want to go?"  he asks.

"Anywhere!"  tells Emma before she grabs his arm.  "Let's just walk and catch up!"  she says.

Adam walks with Emma and they don't stop talking for a whole afternoon.


By night Emma has had her burgers and walked them off her waist.  Adam feels nice and warm as he remarks how the town is empty.  Emma agrees as she feels her cheeks blush -  she has had a really good time with Adam and she can't stop thinking how nice he is.  Adam notices that she just wants to get closer to him rather then walk away, and he thinks how he could use a girlfriend -  but something turns him off; his belly turns sour and all he wants to do it run!  It is as though she has picked him up and stuffed him inside of a carry bag, and he hates feeling as though he had been chosen before he has agreed to say yes.  Adam can't get rid of the grit on his teeth, and it doesn't matter how many times the wind slaps him in the face; he can't wake his brain off its sour -  he doesn't want to date Emma!

"Do you want to walk me home?"  asks Emma as they stop where they had met that morning.

"Where is home?"  asks Adam as he notices blisters inside of his shoes.

"Two blocks through the ally there!"  tells Emma as she shrugs.

"That's a road not an ally;"  tells Adam as he shrugs.

"It feels like an ally -  the walls are tall!"  cheers Emma before she urges Adam across the road.

Adam feels his feet walk - however he has no heart left; he is tired and wants to return to his home.

"Maybe I will let you walk home alone;"  tells Adam as he stops.  "I want to go home;" 

"But it's only two blocks!"  tells Emma as she raises her brows.

"I'm tired!"  gasps Adam as he refuses to move.  "I'd rather go home!"  he complains.

"But it's dark!"  complains Emma as she feels stress rise inside of her brain.  "You walk me home and make sure I get there safe!"  she declares.

Adam sees the friction in Emma and slowly he nods. 

"Okay;"  he mutters.


Together they start a slow walk down the road which has well set walls on each side.  Adam looks up and sees the moon -  it is silver and makes his face feel warm where the dew in the ally makes it feel cold.  He wonders why the moon should make him feel so good, but May's squeal breaks him out of his skin.

"A rat!"  tells May.

Sure enough a rat scurries towards the wall and runs along it.

"So there are always rats;"  tells Adam before he urges May forward.


They reach the end of the block where the light is dim.  May's fingers clutch on Adam's sleeve, however the sight of the park makes her smiles.

"My house is just across the park!"  she cheers.

Adam feels his heart drop dead.

"There's no one there, how about I watch you walk across the park?"  he asks.

"No, you walk with me!"  tells May as she grows cross.  "It's very dark!"  she adds.

Adam nods as May pulls on his arm.  He wants to go, however the night air is so cold he doesn't want to step beyond the wall.

"I'm cold;"  he complains as he feels a shiver.

"You can have tea at my house!"  cheers May before she pulls on his arm again.

"No, I've walked enough -  you go home!"  tells Adam as he narrows his eyes.

"Walk there with me!"  urges May before Adam pushes her fingers off his arm.

"No you go there alone!"  tells Adam.  "I feel cold and want to go home!"  he complains.  "There's no one there anyway!"  he gasps.  "It's just lawn!"

"Don't wreck our date now!"  challenges May.

"No!"  complains Adam before he lifts up his hands.  "I don't want to move!"  he gasps before he steps back.

May follows Adam as he heads down the road where the walls are tall.  Adam wants to ward her away, but she just walks further and further back into the shadow.

"Adam don't leave me alone!"  gasps May after several meters.

Adam stops and turns to May.

"What are you afraid of?"  he asks.

"I don't know;"  mutters May.  "It's dark.  You should escort me home;"  she adds.

Adam shrugs.

"I don't want to;"  he fumes.  "I'm beat!  Go home yourself!"  he tells.

May sucks on a finger and pulls a face.

"You walk me home;" she adds quietly.

Adam glares at May for a few seconds and then he shakes his head.  He is torn between want and ache, and he just feels so out of touch he bothers to grow mad.  A short yell is heard, however it isn't menacing, just a vocal sound as quick as the cry of someone who has just been punched in the gut.  May laughs at Adam as he approaches her, then together they walk towards the park.  However at the end of the block the wind slaps Adam's face hard and he hides in the ally once again.

"Why are you stopping?"  asks May as she raises her brows.  "What is it?  What's wrong?"

"Nothing!"  mutters Adam as he shakes his head.  "Nothing!"  he steams before he runs away.


Adam dives into his home and locks himself inside of his bedroom.  He is puffed out and tired -  he collapses on the bed and runs a hand over his brow!  He can't talk, his throat his dry; Adam sighs as his head rests on his pillow.

"That was a rough date;"  he mutters as he begins to relax.  "I don't want to do it ever again!"  he exhumes before he turns on his side to rest.


Adam spends the next day in bed -  he hardly eats, he just keeps running inside of his mind to try and get away from the world. Adam closes his eyes and runs, and behind him he feels the ice cold wind; Adam can't stop his feet even when his ribs ache, he just keeps running, and he doesn't want to stop.

At night Adam opens his eyes and groans.  His head feels lousy and he doesn't feel like moving, but the smell of dinner on the cook calls his belly to rumble and so Adam finally peels himself off the sheets.

At the dinner table Adam ignores his parents and eats.  Greg gives him the eye, however he doesn't call to him, he just leaves his starved son alone to consume his share of the meal and lets all questions rest.

Later that night Adam looks outside and sees May exit her house to stand on the curb.  She stands there like a shadow for five minutes before a car stops in front on her and whisks her away.

"Another date?"  asks Adam before he sighs.  "I don't like dates any more;"  he adds as he scowls at the wall.  "They are just too hard;"  he mutters before he flicks off the light to sulk on the bed.


The next morning Adam sneaks out of the house to go for a walk. He passes a few strangers, but none very remarkable.  Adam ignores the world to walk and he ends up at the spot where he last left his date.  Adam leans against a wall and gazes at the houses beyond the park -  he thinks about how close he had come to just wanting to hit Emma, but he had run to get away.

"Stupid date!"  gasps Adam as he kicks a stone.  "I bet Emma has told all of her friends what a jerk I am!"

However his thoughts don't reach very far; instead Adam walks away in order to forget about the date and Emma.


Alone again in his room Adam reads a book.  He isn't very much into reading, however the book alerts some attention with its battle scenes which offer some reprieve from the otherwise ordinary world of the 1920's.

A knock on the door makes Adam turn his head and Greg walks inside of the room.

"What do you want?"  asks Adam as he looks over his shoulder.

"Nothing in particular;"  tells Greg in a quiet tone.

A long silence fills the atmosphere and Adam grows sour -  he wants to yell at Greg to 'get lost', however he waits as he glares at a snake sitting on an egg.  As the seconds turn into minutes Adam begins to scowl and his expression is enough to urge Greg to move towards him.

Greg offers Adam a firm punch to the jaw.

"That's for insult!"  he rages.

Adam touches his face and feels his blood boil. Within seconds he rise up and slams a chair against Greg's head, and Greg grunts before he throws the chair away as though it is a match-stick.  Adam gulps hard before a punch to the gut sends him crumbling to the floor.

"Bastard!"  cries out Adam.

Greg scoffs and walks away without a word.  His hand is mighty sore and his head is ringing after being given a decent blow; Greg leaves and Adam scowls before he lays himself on the carpet to rest as he waits for the sores on his body to fade.


That night Adam creeps out of his bedroom window to go for a walk.  He hasn't ever taken his shoes to go for a night walk, however there is so much congestion inside of his brain he can't stop his feet from taking flight!  Within fifteen minutes he is alone in a black ally feeling mighty cold.

"I should have brought my jacket!"  claims Adam as he tries to rake ice cold fingers over his arms to inspire some warmth on his skin.

The effort provides little change and Adam is left to shiver as he seats himself down onto the cold black cobblestone.  Adam hangs his head and he wars with his thoughts -  why had his own father attacked him?  The is no answer and so he continues to rage.  Tears glimmer inside of Adam's eyes and some manage to hit the ice cold stone -  Adam hates the tears, and he flicks them away with a finger so hard his own fingernail rakes a graze down his cheek.

"Stupid finger!"  gasps Adam as he feels a harsh sting.

There is blood under Adam's nail and he knows that he has given himself injury.

"I can't hardly feel my skin!"  he gasps.  "I can't hardly feel anything;"  he adds before he leans back upon the wall behind him and settles himself for a night of brooding.


In the morning Adam wakes as a stranger shakes his arm.  The stranger offers Adam his coat to warm his skin.

"What do you want!"  gasps Adam as he glares at the stranger hard.

"You're freezing;"  tells the stranger in a calm and even tone.

"Oh yeah;"  mutters Adam before he slowly slips the jacket on.  "You want me to have this?"  he asks as he sniffles a little from the cold he has caught from the morning dew.

"It's a loan until you feel warm again;"  tells the stranger as he smiles a large grin which states greed.

Adam feels tingles up his spine and slowly he slips the jacket off.

"I'd better not ruin your jacket;"  he mutters.

"You're still cold!"  tells the stranger who helps Adam to put the jacket back on.

"I'm sorry...  I fell asleep...  I am awake...  I'll walk in the sun;"  tells Adam as he tries to push the strangers hands away so that he can take the jacket off.

"Keep it on;"  argues the stranger before he reaches for the buttons on the jacket.  "It's very warm;"  he adds.

"I don't need it!"  tells Adam who feels very unhappy that the kind man should be so insistent on helping him into the jacket.

"You do!"  tells the stranger as he takes Adams arms and holds them by his sides.

The man is a great deal stronger then Adam and he feels like a silly kitten as he is forced to let his outrage for the stranger go.  Adam slowly lets his arms turn limp and he hangs his head as the stranger buttons his body inside of the jacket.  Adam feels anger once more, however it is mingled with misery; he feels a victim and he wants to punch the stranger in the face.

"You must be feeling warmer;"  mutters the stranger with a smile.  "How about you and I take a walk and have a drink?"  he adds.

Adam shakes his head.

"I'm sorry sir;"  he mutters.  "I was just hanging out here and accidentally fell asleep.  I'm not homeless;"  he adds.

"Are you sure?"  tells the stranger as he raises his brows.

"Yes;"  tells Adam as he nods in solemn.  "I wish to go home now -  here, take your jacket!"  he declares before he begins to unbutton the buttons on the jacket.

"You do not wish for a drink?"  asks the stranger as he keeps his brows raised.

"No thank-you;"  mutters Adam before he coughs a hoarse cough.

"Look at you, caught a cold;"  tells the stranger as he takes Adams arm.  "Let me help you fix that cough up;"  he adds as he swamps Adam with his manly figure.

"I'd rather just go home;"  mutters Adam as he feels imprisoned all of a sudden.  "I don't know you...  I don't know your name..."  he adds as he fights a light push which tells his brain to walk.

"My name is Edward;"  tells the fellow as he urges Adam forward once again.

Adam stumbles a little, and then a little more as another push is enforced.

"I don't want to go anywhere but home!"  whines Edward before he tries to punch Edwards face with his spare arm.

Edward blocks the punch and slaps Adam hard on the face.  Adam's cheek burns and so does his rage as he is grabbed and forced to walk.  Adam feels injured, his pride is injured, and on the side of his face his tooth feels loose -  Adam hangs his head once again as he walks with Edward by his side; he wants to erase his troubles but as he walks he is lead only further towards new trouble.


Adam is escorted into a house and then urged into a private room.  It is a tea room -  however the room has been cleared of every chair and table and is barren.  As Edward closes the door Adam gasps as he sees ropes and chains hanging off hooks.

"What on earth are those for?"  gasps Adam as he points while his blood shivers.

"I'm a religious fellow;"  mutters Edward as he smiles.  "I use them..."  he drawls before he lets the rest of the sentence hang with the silence that drenches Adam's ears.

"Why did you bring me here!"  charges Adam unable to believe that Edward isn't a kooky character.  "Let me out!"

Edward smiles and then reaches out towards Adam.  Adam moves to fight Edward, however Edward is faster then Adam and he once again gets his senses on the twirl as his cheek his slaughtered with another harsh slap.  Adam moans through sore lips as Edward hurries to take the jacket off Adam.

"You will not need this any longer!"  gasps Edward in an even tone which is as steady as rock.  "The room is warm enough;"  he adds before he slips the jacket off.

Adam feels a sharp draft crawl up his spine and he steps back as Edward throws the coat into a corner of the room.

"I'm cold;"  tells Adam as he feels the chill on his arms.  "Give me that jacket back!"  he wars.

"I'll turn the heater on;"  tells Edward before he moves to the side and flicks a switch.

Soon warm air is being released into the room.  Adam feels a chill under his skin however his body begins to grow more comfortable.

"I'd rather the jacket;"  mutters Adam as he grows cross with himself for having had crept out of home in the first place.

"Don't worry, you can try on all of my clothes..."  mutters Edward with a smile.  "As soon as you take yours off;"  he remarks.

Adam looks to Edward sharply and cringes as he shrinks inside of his skin.  He can't believe Edwards brave, and he can't believe his own stupidity!

"That is an odd remark;"  he mutters as Edward approaches once more.

Adam swings to hit, however Edward blocks and then gives Adam a hammer blow on the top of the head.  Adam feels his eyes roll as the world spirals -  he staggers a little but is caught by Edward who reaches to hold him by the collar scruff.  Adam blinks as Edward begins to undo his shirt; Adam feels his gut scream however he cant move even his lips let alone his legs or his feet, and so he just hangs his head as Edwards hands crawl all over his body as his breath steams hot all over his face.


Adam spends two days within a prison.  He tries his best to unpick the lock as Edward takes his shoes to work, however he can't!  Adam hits the windows which are barred, he hits the chains which are heavy, and then he hits his head upon the wall!

"How long do I have to live like this!"  he gasps before an idea hits his mind.

Adam turns his eyes to the chains and picks one up.

"I could strangle someone with this;"  he adds before he twists a smile on his face and shuffles to the side of the room.


Later that night when Edward arrives home he finds the light bulb in Adam's prison room blown.  Edward looks to Adam's shadow in the dark dim -  he can only see a little of Adam's silhouette and he grows a rage as his shoes crack some glass shards.

"Did you break the bulb?"  asks Edward as he feels his eyes burn.

"It blew;"  mutters Adam as he rolls his eyes.  "Get me some food;"  he then adds to break the subject.

"I'll break your neck!"  gasps Edward before he turns to get another light bulb.

Adam feels hope as Edward forgets to close the door.  He decides to drop his plans to try and strangle Edward with the chain which soon falls to the floor.  Adam then slips on his shoes and runs out of the house!  He feels wind on his face, he feels dew on his hair -  two cool blessings which let him know he has made it back to the outside world!  Adam runs!  He runs fast!  He sprints long and hard even on legs that are as weak as water, and he doesn't stop until he is home again.

"Dad!"  cries Adam as Greg opens the door.  "I am home!"  he gasps.

Greg escorts Adam inside and helps him inside of his room.  Adam tries his best to smile through lungs that have several rows of stitches, but Greg slaps him so hard he can only stumble onto the floor.

Greg's angry tone floods the room as Adam struggles to catch his breath.  Adam hears the words 'run-away' over again in statement and question and he leaves Greg to voice off his steam as he pretends to lay down dead.  Sometime between pretending and listening Adams brain switches off and when he wakes it is with cold toast by the side of the bed and a warm blanket over himself.

Adam reaches for the bread and begins to eat as a shadow watches him from the near distance.  Adam feels a murmur, but he is not scared -  the shadow is only his father, and Adam warms as he realizes that he is no longer in prison.

"Can you warm me some milk?"  asks Adam as he begins to eat.  "I'm cold;"  he adds.

"Why yes son I can do that for you;"  tells Greg before he leaves.

Adam smiles and continues to eat as an annoying ringing hits his brain.  He knows he needs more then milk to warm him, but for the time being it will do.


When Greg enters the room with the milk Adam glares with a smile as he takes the cup from Greg.

"I am glad you are my dad;"  tells Adam as he glares at his father. 

"Thank-you son;"  mutters Greg as he narrows his eyes as a flame lights inside of his head.  "You will always live here;"  he adds.  "Never run away again;"

"I won't ever think of it;"  tells Adam as he warms his fingers against the cup of milk.  "I won't ever think of it;"  he adds once again as he feels his heart flutter.

Greg smiles and then he moves away from Adam.

"I'll let you get some rest;"  he tells before he closes the door.

Adam sips on the milk -  however as he stares at the door he sees a shadow lingering underneath it, and his blood grows cold as he feels Greg's energy standing there behind the door.  Adam swallows the milk with some bitter as the shadow fails to move, and then he pushes the milk to the side.

"You stand there then;"  he mutters.  "I'm still not running away;"  he adds before he lays himself down and closes his eyes.

On The Run From Murder

 The Kill

Mitchel narrows his eyes as he looks at the dusty ally.  It is early morning and still  black, and he can see the fog rise to form a thin curtain of mist before his eyes.  His hands are cold, his eyes are weak, and his chest is heaving from the murmur inside of his chest.  However Mitchel knows that he has made a decision and he takes out a gun and threatens the next person to walk down the ally with polished shoes heralding their direction.

"There you are, coming!"  gasps Mitchel as he cocks the gun.

More footsteps allow the person to step closer and Mitchel waits as the mist swirls in dance before the figure's torso.  Mitchel knows he needs to shoot however his fingers fall numb -  suddenly he doesn't have the nerve to shoot and he gasps as his belly begins to chew on butterflies.

"Just shoot!"  cries out a voice in the back of Mitchel's head.

However that voice comes after a burst of memories from child-hood as Mitchel shares moments of fondness with someone who he once thought a good and dear friend.

"What am I to do?"  gasps Mitchel as the polished feet stop.

Mitchel looks at the person ahead who stares as one who is trying to take in a scene with clarity.  Mitchel knows the person is confused and he wars with his body to try and get his finger to shoot!  But it won't move, and so Mitchel turns and takes to sprint!  He doesn't know where he is going, only he is getting away!

Boom!  A door opens and Mitchel drops his gun to cover his face with his hands as hot ache throbs over his face, chest, and brain.  A stranger turns Mitchel around however he pushes the man away before a cry barks the word 'robber'!  Mitchel picks up his gun and fires a few rounds as quick as a hare before he sprints!

Mitchel gasps as he rounds a corner and then he shrivels against the crumbling brick as cries and yells are heard.  Mitchel's head spirals and for a moment he sees stars as they dance before his eyes.  Mitchel knows he is defeated, however then a whistle blows and Mitchels legs run before he has time to think how he had killed two men!

The Break In

Mitchel looks at the name of the friend that he has shot dead.  His name was Jones and Mitchel stares at it until he is able to recall the name with accuracy, with imprint, as though it were his own name. 

"I hate that name!"  gasps Mitchel as he shakes his head.  "Jones... it's boring..."  he adds as he glares at the wood in front of his face.  "He better have made spare keys!"  gasps Mitchel before he knocks on the door.

Inside there is some shuffling and soon the door opens.  Mitchel glares at Jones's wife Cary and he wishes to walk away.  She was never very good looking and her deep eyes makes his heartbeat murmur.  Would he end up looking like her if he were forced to share an intimate moment in bed?  Fear of germs settles upon Mitchel's brain and he begins to hate himself for having had made plans to end the life of his friend and live his life as a getaway plan.  

"Hello;"  mutters Cary with her eyes glued to the figure who seems like a ghost risen from the ashes.

"Hi there dear;"  tells Mitchel with some twang he cannot cover. 

Mitchel's mind is set on dislike and as Cary offers him her cheek he wishes to once again walk.  However Mitchel forces his lips upon her ice-cold flesh and he shrivels like a grape as his warm lips turn cold.  

"Do I look old and worn?"  he asks as though in fear for the sensation of blood-loss on his face.

"No!"  gasps Cary before she lets Mitchel inside of the home.  "Dinner will be ready within an hour!"  she tells before she moves to the kitchen to cook.

"Thank goodness you do that here!"  gasps Mitchel before he walks down the hallway to check out Jones's room.

Inside of the room Mitchel hunts through the drawers.  He rummages through them as though starving for clues and answer.  He finds the set of spare keys, money, clothes, and jewellery.  Mitchel cheers at each find and then he scoffs at a handful of photographs which lay under a folder.  Mitchel checks out the photographs one at a time, and then he pushes all the found items into a large box.

"All the good things looted!"  gasps Mitchel before he heads for the desk drawer to scope out the bills, forms, and papers.

Daughter June walks inside of the room and checks Mitchel out.  She chews on gum and thinks how different he is -  like a robber checking for gold as his face blushes a strange crimson red!

"What are you doing?"  asks June as the glares at Mitchel with concern.

"Checking drawers!"  says Mitchel as he turns to face June.  "What are you doing out of bed?"  he asks.

"I go to bed at ten;"  tells June as she raises her brows.  "It's five pm;"  she adds as disbelief floods her brain.  "Are you sick or something? You're shaking;"  she adds.

"Not sick!"  gasps Mitchel before he re-packs the drawer and closes it shut.  "Just looking for something important;"  he adds before he wipes a trail of sweat upon his brow.

June stands back unsure.  She wants to call Mitchel a lie but he does resemble her dad a little, and so she stands still.

"We're not allowed to call the cops;"  tells June as she stares.  "So you'll never be found;"  she mutters before she walks away.

Mitchel crooks his brow and shrugs.  He immediately suspects that June knows something about his fraud, however he ignores the itches on his spine and continues to rummage.

Daughter May looks at Mitchel as he walks to the dinner table.  He is dressed in new clothes and he looks washed.  May giggles and then she looks to June who shrugs.  Neither of them know what to think when they look at their new dad, they just bite their tongue as their mother flirts with him; they hold no voice to make any statements and so they pick up a fork and eat.

Mitchel knows the kids show some strain, however he too ignores them as he eats.  He is starved, however soon he discovers the meat is rare and as soon as blood dribbles onto the plate he almost grows a pale face. Mitchel glares at the blood and thinks of the murders he has committed -  he suddenly wishes to pray, however instead of clasping his hands he grits his teeth and fumes inside of his brain.  His spine tingles as Cary asks if the steak is too raw?

"It's still alive;"  tells Mitchel before he puts a hand over his mouth.  "It's bleeding and breathing -  how dare you serve this to me!"  he adds.

May giggles as June narrows her eyes -  their suspicions grow on the rise as they glare at a stranger who has only the appearance of their dad but not the spirit.  However they say nothing as their mother begins to chow down her near raw meal; they just stare and soon Michel leaves the table to throw up.


Mitchel lays back on the bed with ice on his brow.  He feels a little better despite hungry enough to eat a horse.  Mitchel glares at the paint on the ceiling and sees cracks and chips -  his opinion of Jones dampens as he sees the imperfections of the wall.

"I always thought he had some class;"  mutters Mitchel before Cary wanders inside of the room.

"I need sleep!"  tells Cary as she opens the blankets on the bed.  "Loads of it!"  she utters before she slips inside of the bed.

Mitchel smells the reek of garlic and meat and spews.

"Shower, shower!"  he gasps as he points to the shower.

"In the morning!"  tells Cary before she rolls her eyes to sleep.

Mitchel narrows his eyes and nudges Cary.

"Now!"  he urges.  "Now!"  he declares.

Cary ignores Mitchel and begins to snore.

"Get into the shower you lazy ox!"  gasps Mitchel before he allows one moment to drink up the kitchen smells.  "You stink!"  he adds.

Cary ignores Mitchel once again and Mitchel shrugs before leans over Cary as though interested in her features as he traces her neckline.  Cary moans as though in orgasm and she arches her neck a little.  Mitchel smiles as he thinks of running a knife over her throat, but he withdraws -  he doesn't want any more bloodshed!  Mitchel takes his fingers away and then he moves out of the room.

"I'm watching TV!"  he tells before he leaves.


On the couch Mitchel glares at the television and thinks how dull the shows are.  There are no good movies on the television just boring news which is odd and staged.  A creak on the floors warns Mitchel of an intruder and he turns his head to see June in linger.

June takes a seat and stares at Mitchel and Mitchel stares back.

"Why aren't you in bed?"  he asks.

"I can't sleep!"  gasps June as she smiles.

"Then read a book;"  tells Mitchel.

"I can't sleep;"  tells June.  "I think you are someone else;"  she adds.

"Me?"  asks Mitchel as he points to his chest.

"Yes you!"  tells June.  "We can be friends you and I, but just tell me are you our new dad?"  she asks.

Mitchel shrugs and then he smiles as he leans on a finger.  He thinks about the bullet shots he has triggered, he recalls the feeling of the gun and the panic, he can see it vividly inside of his mind -  two people fall and it is because of him.

"It's okay if you are!"  tells June.  "Just tell me if you are and we can be friends;"  she adds.

"I am your dad;"  tells Mitchel as he glares at June with care.

He no longer wishes to see the past, he only wishes to see the future, and she is part of his future.  He is going to be there to see her graduation, college, kids; whatever she does, whenever she turns around, he will be there watching her with her face stamped upon his breast.  She is going to be his child, the person he watches grow, his plant in the pot despite her not being from his seed.

"I am you dad;"  tells Mitchel once again spooked that he has made it as an imposter to a family.

June rolls her eyes and sulks.  She doesn't want to do anything but spit in Mitchel's face, but she bares her shame under her tongue and keeps her lips closed.  She doesn't want to do anything brash despite the fact that there are complains on the peak of her tongue.

"I hate this home!"  she then steams.

"Why do you hate it?"  asks Mitchel as he raises his brow.

June bites her tongue as a quiver races through her body.  She wants to hate Mitchel, she wants to hate her mother, she wants to hate the world!  June feels hate cause her eyes to swell up with tears and she sniffles.

"Damn you!" she mutters as her body vibrates with misery.  "That is what my father would have asked!"  she gasps before she stands and races back to her bedroom.

Mitchel shrugs and begins to watch television.  He looks at the news and calls it a bore; but what he is bored of is the home!  The next day he plans to use money he has found to buy art and chairs and decorate.

"That should make everyone comfortable;"  he mutters before he begins to bite on a nail.

New Romance With The Wife

Mitchel buys many fine new belongings with the money on found bank cards and with the cash stored in the family safe.  He buys mirrors, clocks, paintings, furniture, and soon the whole house is filled with a range of fine belongings.  Cary gushes at the fine items, however May and June linger as they think of how their old father would never have wasted money on expenditure.  

"Look at this table!"  gasps Cary as she runs her fingers over wood smooth and fine.  "Our old one used to splinter a little;"  she says as she glances at Mitches and smiles.  "You are being so nice to us;"  she sings.  "Why?"  she asks.

"No  reason;"  tells Mitchel as he glares at Cary.  "Just an out of season gift;"  he tells.  "I want to spoil the family this year;" 

"Did you get a raise at work?"  asks Cary as she raises her brows.

"No, not really;"  tells Mitchel.  "I could always afford these items;"  he confesses.  "I had the money all along;"

"I knew you did!"  tells Cary as she clasps her hands together.  "I knew you had a safe for a good reason!"  she adds.

"Yes;"  tells Mitchel happy to see Cary's joy on the tears that glisten on her cheeks.  "It holds all of my treasures;"  he adds as he thinks about the possibility of taking Cary out on a date.

"And my heart!"  tells Cary as she swoons over a rug on the floor.  "I am so happy!"  she adds before she wipes her face with her fingers.  "You have made me so happy!"  she tells.

"And I plan to make you more happy!"  tells Mitchel as he glares.  "Will you go out on a date with me?"  he asks.

"A date!"  gasps Cary as she places a hand on her heart.

"A date!"  rages June as she emerges from behind a door.  "You two are married!"  she tells.  "Why would you go on a date?  To be close to one another?"

"Yes;"  tells Mitchel as he feels a tightening in his chest.  "I would like to take your mother out on a date;"  he adds.

"My mother?"  gasps June as she grows a face of red.  "How about your wife!"  she steams.

"Calm down June your father is trying his best to do something special for us!"  tells Cary as she fells shimmer in her blood.

"He's an imposter!"  rages June as she begins to shake inside of her skin.  "Look at him!  He's different!"  she tells.  "He's someone else!"

"No June that is your father;"  tells Cary with all of the well-mannered patience her upbringing has allowed.

"He's someone else!"  claims June as she stamps her foot upon the floor.  "You both suck at being married!"  she steams.  "Get out you!"  she tells Mitchel who leans against a bench with ease.

"Go to your room;"  tells Mitchel in an easy tone.  "Go please June;"  he adds.

"Your voice!  My name!  Go away!"  cries June before she races down the hall.

Mitchel looks at Cary who stares at the black hall with concern.  She wants to fight June and her voice, however her screams leak inside of her ears and she tells herself to be cautious.  Cary looks at Mitchel and smiles a tight smile.

"Perhaps you should leave for a while;"  she mutters.  "Stay at your father's place for a week;"  she voices.

"Why Cary?"  asks Mitchel as he shrugs.  "I have just refurbished the house, why should I leave?"  he asks.

"All this change has shaken the girls;"  tells Cary as she begins to wish she hadn't felt happy.  "We need to get used to the change;"  she adds.

"Then get used to it;"  tells Mitchel as he shrugs.  "Get used to it, and me;"  he mutters.  "I am here to stay; I am your husband!"  

Cary wants to believe Mitchel as he tries his best to look at her with cherish, however deep in her heart she calls him a sham and she shrugs.  She doesn't want to like him when he is there to be hated and so she too stamps her foot.

"You seem like a whole new person;"  she tells.  "The girls would rather you the other way;"

"I can't go back;"  tells Mitchel as he sucks in a breath.  "I'm in too deep;"   he adds.  "I like the furniture too much;"

"Screw the furniture, it's only decoration!"  tells Cary as she grows venom inside of her blood until pins are felt upon her skin.  "Give us some space!"  she wars.  "Leave!"  

"No;"  tells Mitchel as he looks at Cary with care.   "I will not leave;"   he adds.  "I want to stay;"

"Then go to your room;"  tells Cary as she shrugs.  "Please;"  she adds as she blinks back the moisture inside of her eyes.

"You come with me;"  tells Mitchel as he crooks a finger.  "You and I will make magic together;"  he adds.

Cary wants to say no, but her smile returns and all she does is nods.  She follows Mitchel like a kid with a crush and inside of the bedroom they romance and become lovers.

 The Kids Fight Against Their Parents

Mitchel comes home from work which has been made of a long walk along the pier.  He wants to tell Cary that he no longer has a job, but she smiles at him too well and so he buttons up the truth that soon he will be broke.

May nudges June as  she sees Mitchel enter the house.  June looks over and sneers at Mitchel who looks like a poor man waiting to fall down.  

"You walked?"  asks June as she narrows her eyes.

"I always walk;"  tells Mitchel as he shrugs.

"To work;"  tells June as she raises her brows.  "But not to the city center, he drives there!"  she spits.  "He always drives there!  It's far away!"  she charges.  "He only walks to work because it's down the street!"  she adds.

Mitchel leans on his leg and wrinkles his nose.  

"You have a little bit of a mental disorder;"  he mutters in quiet scold.  "I wish for it to stop;"  he adds.

"I do not!"  quips June as she narrows her eyes.  "You're the imposter!"  she adds.

"You are;"  tells Mitchel before he shakes his head.  "You need to stop it, right now;"  he adds.

"Maybe we should back off;"  tells May as she sees the hilt of a gun tucked into Mitchel's belt.  "We may be rubbing the salt;"  she adds.

"I want to sting your eyes with it!"  charges June as she grow hot under her face. "You look like an imposter!  You spent money, you don't drive, you don't play golf, and you make too much noise in the bedroom!"  

"Noise is only love and elation;"  mutters Mitchel as he raises his brows.  "You're not supposed to notice;"  he adds.  "It's best your knock out your hearing from now on;" 

"Like there is a switch!"  tells June as she grows a rash.  "You are bothersome, you ask dumb questions, and you false romance like a germ!  You don't eat your meat raw like you used to, and you drink!"

"Drink is elation;"  tells Mitchel as he shrugs.  "I don't want to stop;"  he adds.  "And I don't like raw meat any longer;"  

"We used to get beaten for wanting cooked meat!"  tells May as she shrugs.  "Sorry dad, you don't seem to know your history;"  she adds.

Mitchel sucks on his thoughts as he thumbs a good answer.  He cant think of anything and so he walks away.  June looks to May and crosses her arms.

"This sucks;"  she mutters as she feel hot all over her blood.  "I am sick from hating that horrible man!"  she adds.  "I bet our real father is dead!"

Mitchel swallows his hate as June's words float to him as he stands rigid in the hallway.  He can't say anything, he can only swallow his breath as he feels a murmur of guilt inside of his chest.  He is an imposter, he has the red on his face and hands, he knows he is the imposter; but still being beaten down by kids makes him feel off.

"I hate them!"  he mutters as he vacancy floods through his ears.  "They think they are smart when they are not;"  he tells.  "They are horrible little beings.  I don't care for them at all;"  he adds before he strides down the hall to have a shower.

May looks at the telephone and then she looks to June who is so hate-filled there are tears inside her eyes.  May wants to call the cops, but she knows the house-rule -  no talking to anyone, not even cops.  May always thought it a good safety maneuver -  however now she feels caught in a trap; she wants to tells someone about he possibility that her father is a false, it seems important!  When June moves to grab a drink May sucks in her breath and picks up the phone.  She calls the police number and she waits, and then when the police person says hello she spills the beans on the possibility that her father is a fake person!

Cops Visit The House

June crosses her arms as Mitchel watches television.  She doesn't like Mitchel and she narrows her eyes as she sees him as a mortal enemy.  Mitchel is aware that June is crossing her brows, however he drinks his beer with ease and he erases the friction with laziness.  A soft breeze wafts through the window and blows around, however it does not erase the friction.

A knock on the door finally breaks the silence.  Mitchel walks to the door and opens.  His hairs stand on end as he sees cops.  

"Hello sir;"  greets one of the cops.  "How are you today?"

"Fine;" tells Mitchel as he breaks out in sweat under his shirt.  "And you?"

"Also fine;"  retorts the cop as they turn a page on their note-board.  "We are here to investigate a claim of false parent;"  tells the cop.  "Do you know who may have made the call?"

Mitchel turns his head to the couch and sees June as she narrows her eyes.  Mitchel groans inside of his chest and sighs.

"Well it could have been her;"  he mutters as he lets his finger point out the figure of a child on the couch.  "She's thirteen;"  he adds.

"That is fine;"  tells the cop before he takes out a stun-gun.  "It is our responsibility to take these reports to detention within twelve hours of a claim.  I must ask you to step to the side and not interfere with our work;"

Mitchel steps to the side as hairs become raised.  The two cops enter the house and circle around the couch.  

"Do you think your father is a false person?"  asks the cop.

"Yes I do!"  rages June as she begins to grow red in the face.  "He's not our father!"  she steams before a volt of electricity springs from the gun and hits her hard.  

June feels her brain sizzle as her body shakes from the voltage.  She can't even move as she spasms from the effects of the hit.  June is grabbed after the spasms subside and in a blur she is escorted out of the door.

"Where is she being escorted to?"  asks Mitchel as he narrows his eyes.

"To the detention center!"  cheers the other police person.  "We'll bring her back within two to three weeks!"  she chimes before she steps towards the car into which June is thrown.

Mitchel shakes his head -  he feels guilty for having had made June mad over his person; however he knows he has killed their father and so he closes the door and forgets about June.  

Inside May comes out of hiding and she looks at Mitchel with tears inside of her eyes.  She is scared for what she has seen and she grows upset until the tears run down her cheeks in big dollops.  

"I don't want to think you are not our father now;"  tells May before she runs down the hall and to her bedroom.

Mitchel sighs -  relief spasms down his spine and he feels release -  he will no longer need to argue with anyone in the household, the world is his, he will be fine.  Mitchel sits back on the couch and treats himself to a beer, however he doesn't enjoy its taste it seems too warm, too yeasty, too full-bodied.  Mitchel groans and throws the beer into a nearby pot-plant with a splash, he is not in the mood for drinks he will wait until dinner to eat.

However dinner remains raw on the kitchen bench as Cary dials one number after another.  She is trying to find out where June may have been taken to, and she is not getting off the phone until she discovers what has happened!  

Mitchel retires to the couch in order to take a nap -  however his eyes won't close; the sound of Cary's distorted sobs slap at him over and over again, and he suddenly realizes that he feels some guilt.

"She's just in detention Cary!  She'll be home soon!"  shouts Mitchel.

Cary sighs and puts down the phone.  She sniffles a little more and tries to cheer herself up with some drink.  However she can't take more then a sip!  Her nerves are in shock for holding an empty feeling inside of her womb which had carried June for ten months before she had been born.  Cary sobs once again, and this time she sounds in pain.  

Mitchel listens to the sobs and he shakes his head.

"She'll be home soon!"  he shouts, however the cries continue on and they don't stop until he finally falls asleep.

Suspicion Causes The Wife To Hate

Cary looks at Mitchel over and again.  She tries to feel comfortable over the way he looks, but she begins to suspect that he is someone else.  Cary flips through photos and albums to venture into her husbands past.  In-between some envelopes Cary finds the photo she wants -  two people -  her husband and a friend -  side by side as kids holding fishing inside of their hands.  Cary looks at the back of the photo and reads.

"With best mate Mitchel;"

Cary sees that her husband has written the message and she feels weak as she inspects the photograph.  She is trying to look for something that she might be able to use to distinguish one person from the other.  Mitchel has a more stocky build, and a deeper brow-line; however other then that they look like brothers.

"Mitchel is more stocky;"  tells Cary as she sighs.  "And he's different in bed;"  she adds.  "He doesn't like his food raw;"  she adventures.  "In fact, even when I first saw him at the door I was unsure;"  she confesses.  "I should throw him out of the house at once!"


Cary waits until Mitchel returns home, and then meets him at the door.

"I no longer want to live with you;"  she tells.

"What?"  asks Mitchel as he raises his brows.

"I need you to leave;"  tells Cary as she crosses her arms.

"But the house..."  mutters Mitchel as rubber fills his gums.

"I own the house;"  tells Cary as she shakes her head over the fact that Mitchel will never remember that her husbands first years worth of work brought the house.  "I brought the house with my family money;"  she lies.

"But this is our house;"  tells Mitchel as he tries to grab Cary's arms.

"Not anymore!"  steams Cary as she steps back.  "Leave please!"  she orders as she grows cross.

"But babe..."  whines Mitchel.

"Leave!"  orders Cary as she throws up her chin.

"I live here with you;"  tells Mitchel.

"Not any-more!  Now leave!"  warns Cary as she feels her arms reach to push Mitchel in the right direction.

Mitchel sighs as his feet stumble onto the cement porch and he looks at Cary in a guarded manner.  Mitchel wants to hit her, however he knows that he will not.  He tries to step forwards towards the entry of the house, however Cary pushes him out of the door once again.

"Never will you return!"  charges Cary before she closes and locks the door.

Mitchel sighs.  He doesn't know what to do and so he sits down on the porch and waits for an answer.


An answer comes with the aid of a cigarette which Mitchel smokes to keep his lips warm.  Mitchel sees the sky turn black and he rings the door-bell.  Cary opens the door and is hit down with a push that sends her sailing against the coat rack!

"That was smart to wait five hours for the door-bell to ring!"  tells Mitchel as he narrows his eyes and slams the door closed with his foot.  "Who did you think it was?"  he asks.

"The cops;'  tells Cary before she grabs an umbrella and tries to beat Mitchel with it.  "Get out!"  she screams.

However Mitchel grabs the umbrella and breaks it in half.  He narrows his eyes once again, and then he slaps Cary once, sharply, with the back of his hand.  Cary gasps and tries to scream however sobs break out and she crumbles.

"June is in a detention center!"  she mutters before she lets tears race down her cheeks.  "I don't want to know you, you are what is wrong!"  she blubbers.

"June called the cops and said the wrong thing;"  retorts Mitchel as he tries to approach Cary.  "She's going to return;"  he adds.  "Nothing is wrong;"

Cary sighs and she runs a hand down her face.

"I need you to leave;"  she mutters.  "You need to go;"  she says.

"I will later;"  tells Mitchel.  "When I need to go to work I will leave;"

Cary shrugs as Mitchel rubs her shoulder -  her skin turns warm, however her mind stays cold and frigid.

"I don't want you to touch me any more;"  she mutters.  "Not like that, not ever!"  she tells before she takes her steps to her room so that she can cry alone.

Truth Comes Out With Bankruptcy

Mitchel glares at the bills stacked upon the table.  He has cleared the bank of all money and has not a cent.  Cary looks to him with sore inside of her eyes.  She has shown him the collection of bills he has left alone and can't believe that he will not pay them.

"Why aren't you paying these?"  she asks.  "We have no water;"  she tells.

Mitchel shrugs as he narrows his eyes.  He is forced to strip his brave away and tell Cary a secret.

"I have no job;"  he declares.

"What?"  gasps Cary as she raises her brows.  "Why not?"  she asks.

Mitchel shrugs.

"They fired me for a better employee;"  tells Mitchel as he rolls his eyes.

"You work as an independent accountant;"  retorts Cary as she feels a lump inside of her throat.  "You are self-employed, you can't fire yourself;"  she adds.

Mitchel shrugs again as he feels a rash upon his chest.  He wants to scratch at the rash but he fears that it is rage and he begins to remember how two people fell after he had spat two bullets from his gun.  

"I'm sorry, I fired myself;"  tells Mitchel as he raises his brows.  

"Why?  Why would you do that?"  asks Cary as she feels her heartbeat pound.

"I can't do it anymore;"  tells Mitchel as he feels foolish, like a joker on stage.

"You said you were my husband;"  tells Cary as she feels her brain hit cement -  she has just been told that she is pregnant again, and she knows the loser in front of her is the father of it.  

"I'm sorry!"  gasps Mitchel before he picks up his feet and runs out of the house.

Cary races to the door and watches Mitchel as he runs.

"You said you were my husband!  Where is the real one?!"  gasps Cary as she watches the imposter race down the street and into the shadows.

Cary clutches at her chest as she feels her heartbeat pound!  She doesn't know what has happened but she knows she is in alarm.  She suspected that she had been looking at an imposter, but now all the truths have come together to make her know that he is a false!  Cary feels her heartbeat flutter as her eyes flutter!  She doesn't know what to think!  Cary picks up the phone and dials, and as soon as her mother picks up the phone she shrieks.

"My husband is missing!"  she declares.  "I let in an imposter!"

Mitchel gasps as he meets a dead end.  He sees his lone shadow on the brick wall ahead of him and grows afraid.  He doesn't know what to do, his head is a mess, all of his lies have come out as piss-puddle, he has sour on his breath!  Two bullets hit his brain, but they are only fragments of memory which echo inside of his head.  He had killed and made himself a new home -  now he was alone and he has no-one.  

"No one is going to find me!"  gasps Mitchel as he retreats into a wall crack.  "I am going to live alone now;"  he adds.  "Fun is over;"  he tells.  "Murders in the past;"  he mutters as chills hit his neck.

Mitchel knows he needs a scarf, however he just lifts up the collar of his jacket to keep his neck warm.

"Don't know what will happen, but the free ride with a spare family is over!"  he declares.  "Over;"  he mutters as he narrows his eyes.

Blood vessels pop and Mitchel remembers all the people he had murdered before he had made his escape -  he had murdered his girlfriend, her second boyfriend, a paper boy, a teenager, his best friend, and a stranger.  He had murdered to get revenge and to get away.  Mitchel feels sweat on his brows and he trembles under his skin;  he has been able to flee from every disaster, and now he was free to choose his next disaster.

"I need to hide!"  he gasps before he takes his steps away.  "I need to disappear;"  he adds.  "Never to return!"  he affirms as he traipses further and further away until he is able to forget about his yesterdays and look forward to a new tomorrow with the sun on his back and hot wires inside of his head which are filed with violent memories and blood.

Who Is Emanuel?

Who Is Emanuel?

South America

Emanuel sits around a house he never knew, but which he is getting to know. His first introduction to his family has not been a success - he has been seen as the foreigner, and he wishes he had stayed in Australia. However he has been urged to return to South America due to a patch of mental amnesia - he had been told by Australians to go home and be reminded of where he had come from - and so he has come home and nobody has yet enjoyed his company; Emanuel sighs.

“What good is being home when nobody remembers me?” he asks as he glares at the green grass that is soft and dewy, almost mossy. “I would have been better off not returning;” he declares.

However in his heart he knows that he had been told to return so that he would not forget about where he had come from - he had been through a rough trek on a wild ride of stardom in Australia, and at its end he had been told not to go home. Yes he had been a hit, but he was also a foreigner who had not yet claimed residency in Australia, and so he was sent back home to South American and told to remember.

“Remember; remember;” declares Emanuel as he sighs. “I don't remember;” he adds. “I don't even remember what I did;” he mutters. “Oh well, keep forgetting;” he declares before he pops a pill inside of his mouth until his face swells up in an abnormal way.

Emanuel's mother Abulita comes out of the house and gasps as she sees Emanuel.

“Oh my goodness Emanuel, what has happened to you?” she asks.

“Nothing;” tells Emanuel as he shrugs.

“You have changed!” gasps Abulita as she begins to grow devil eyes. “We had better take you to he medical centre!” she declares.

“Okay;” mutters Emanuel as he grins a wry grin as he is led away.

At the local medical centre Abulita tries to make Emanuel a concoction to take his devil spirit away. Emanuel glares at Abulita as he smiles a vacant smile, and then looks to the assistant who happens to linger even though it is past her working hours. Abulita mixes some chemicals and then she helps to pour the concoction into Emanuel's mouth. Emanuel drinks all, and then he smiles - he knows he is being drugged, but he doesn't know why; according to traditional standards he is supposed to do drugs and so he sits and drinks as Abulita tries one thing after another to try and get his looks as they were.

“I think you've given the kid enough;” tells the assistant Venessa. “Best you leave him alone for an hour;” she declares.

“Okay I will take a nap!” gasps Abulita. “Then when I come back you are to take some more potion!” she tells before she races away.

Venessa glares at Emanuel and smiles - she knows he has screwed up his original looks but he finally looks good and she can only wish to flirt as she glares at him in a secretive manner. Venessa sees Emanuel sweat and she knows that he may be battling with his insides, but with him looking so calm she sees opportunity, and with that comes an idea.

“Do you want to do a movie?” asks Venessa as she glares at Emanuel.

“Sure!” he cheers as he feels another bead of sweat dribble down his face.

“But you might have a stroke;” tells Venessa as she sighs. “You probably shouldn't try;” she adds.

“I don't mind trying;” tells Emanuel as he grins. “I almost lost my life in Australia;” he adds.

“Then you won't mind losing it again?” asks Venessa.

“If it comes to that;” tells Emanuel as he smiles.

“Okay, then let's do a movie!” she cries out before she takes Emanuel's arm and walks him out of the medical centre.

Vanessa shows Emanuel to a movie studio and together they begin to act a silly play-role that is completely improvised. The flirtation is easy and together they live on-screen as a cool Hollywood duo. Emanuel is shown the world of fame as lights twinkle before his eyes - it is an easy role to play, and his mind and tongue combine to make him a good improvisational act.

“I just have to tell him a line and poof he does it!” exclaims Vanessa to the director as he tries to flirt her into going out with him. “He can remember everything!” she adds before she looks at the vacant studio and begins to smile.

Emanuel is going through wardrobe and make-up so that they can shoot another scene. Vanessa smiles, but then a shout is heard.

“He's had a heart attack!” gasps the studio hand.

“Great!” cheers Vanessa.

“Great?” asks the director.

“He was on a demon high and it altered his looks, he'll be able to look normal now!” sings Vanessa before she moves to see Emanuel out the backstage door.

Emanuel rolls his eyes as he sits on the porch. He knows he has had a near heart attack, but he feels so crashed he couldn't care.

“Did I have a heart attack?” he asks as he glares at Abulita who comes outside to take a look at him.

“I don't know, you walked when you should have sat and waited for more potion!” she gasps. “Look at you!” she sighs. “You won't be able to work if you don't settle that heart murmur!” she adds.

“I don't really feel a heart murmur;” declares Emanuel as he touches his body a little. “I feel good;” he adds. “Despite being hung over;” he mutters as he reminds himself that he has been facially corroded from the potion he has swallowed.

“You look old, like an old man!” gasps Abulita as she narrows her eyes. “You look like a rat - no-one will be able to look at you now!” she tells. “You look native;” she adds. “Old and retarded;” she complains.

“Well don't put me on a drug!” complains Emanuel as he sighs.

“You needed it, you had a demon on your face!” declares Abulita.

“I had no demon!” gasps Emanuel. “It was just me, and you told me to drink that potion!” he adds.

“Then you were stupid!” tells Abulita. “You should have told me it was just you;” she says. “You looked different;” she adds. “Now don't look different again!” she scolds before she strides back into the house.

Emanuel sighs. He knows that he had been led into a trap but he doesn't want to care - he had been trying to get along with his family, and they treated him to new experiences as he tried to remember them with clarity.

“I remember nothing;” he adds before he hangs his head.

Emanuel Kicked Out Of Home

Emanuel marches through the forest to get to college. Abulita has told him he will go to school, and so with a book in hand he marches towards the college in order to learn. He marches through thick undergrowth and then he enters the school from the forest. He is seen by the students and as soon as he marches towards the school he is stopped by a gang of them.

“Who are you?” they ask.

“I am Emanuel;” he declares.

“Why are you walking through the forest?” they ask.

“I have come from my home;” tells Emanuel. “I live in the forest;” he says.

“We've never seen you;” they declare. “Tell us more about you!” they invite.

“Okay;” tells Emanuel.

Emanuel sits in a prison cell and rolls his eyes - first day of college led him to a protest and he was picked up by the police. The prison security guard smiles as he glares at Emanuel with a key in his left hand.

“Hello there;” tells the guard named Juan. “It seems you have been arrested;” he smiles before he laughs. “You are Emanuel?” he asks.

“Yes I am Emanuel;” tells Emanuel. “I come from my home in the forest;” he declares.

“You live in the forest do you?” asks Juan. “I live in the forest too;” he adds.

“You do not!” declares Emanuel.

“How do you know?” asks Juan.

“There is only one or two houses in the forest, and I live in one of them!” he says. “I've never seen you there;” he adds.

“Then you are correct;” tells Juan before he walks to the cell with his keys. “You may go home, I believe you are Emanuel;” he adds.

“I can go home?” asks Emanuel.

“Yes you can go home;” tells Juan. “There is an imposter in this forest and I have discovered it is not you;” he adds. “Just don't you go to college again without applying, otherwise you shall never leave without a permanent record or jail sentence;” he adds.

“I see;” tells Emanuel as he nods. “Well at least I can go home!” he cheers.

Emanuel returns home and there he meets Abulita and his father Vincent. Vincent shouts that Emanuel needs to leave for his real son has been arrested, Abulita protests that he is her real son and she tells Vincent that she will leave as well. Together they both leave and escape an angry household. There is much confusion, but Abulita tells whoever asks that she will not readily abandon her son as she swears that he is hers.

Time passes and apart from living in a brick hut with no lights or appliances Emanuel has a cosy life. He doesn't need to do anything, or go anywhere; he just needs to sit as people walk around him. However the sitting life is boring and Emanuel tries to prostitute himself for money, but he is caught by people who know he is on the line of being a false son, and he is readily escorted home after being robbed of hard, well-earned, money.

“I need to get away from this place;” tells Emanuel as he glares at Abulita as she busies herself in the kitchen of their mud-brick home.

She is sick of the place, and Emanuel is sick of the place. Abulita blames her stubborn pride and she tells herself to make Emanuel go away.

“If there is somewhere you wish to be don't let me stop you;” tells Abulita as she looks to Emanuel from the kitchen.

“I want to leave but I need my birth certificate;” tells Emanuel as he narrows his eyes.

Abulita sighs and then she collects his birth certificate and hands it to him.

“I need money;” tells Emanuel.

Abulita nods and then she takes out a wad of saved money and hands it to Emanuel.

“That's all I have;” she declares.

“That's all he'll need!” cheers a nosy neighbour named Dianne who has said hello to Emanuel for days.

Emanuel smiles and then he waves to Abulita before he is led away by a friendly hand.

“Give me your money!” cheers Dianne after they have walked a few blocks.

Emanuel shivers.

“Are you going to rob me?” he asks.

“No!” gasps Dianne. “I am going to help you!” she adds. “I have inside connections, I can get you to where you want to go;” she declares.

“You know where I want to go?” asks Emanuel as he feels a rush inside of his chest.

“Yes I know! You want to go to Australia!” she tells. “I've been hearing you mutter about it while you sit outside!” she adds. “I know just how to get you in as well;” she declares. “Follow me, I'll get you to Australia;” she smiles.

“Then you have my money!” tells Emanuel before he gives Dianne the money he holds and rushes off with her.

Emanuel and Dianne stay in a hotel, by morning he finds himself alone. Emanuel sighs and shakes his head - he has been robbed, and he feels like a fool.

“What am I going to do?” he asks. “Return to Abulita?” he sighs. “To the poor world?” he asks. “With nothing but a brick house?” he asks.

Wind whistles inside of Emanuel's brain and he decides he had better return home before it is too late.

However at the mud-brick home he is told that Abulita has returned to the farm-house.

“Being alone almost broke her heart;” tells a neighbour.

Emanuel nods and returns to the farm, but at the gate he is stopped by a person with a gun.

“No entry!” they say. “The son has returned;” they declare. “You father has died;” they add.

“What about Abulita?” asks Emanuel.

“She is getting to know her son;” tells the person before he urges Emanuel to go away. “You are not allowed back here;” he declares.

Emanuel sighs. He then walks away with lost inside of his soul. He doesn't know what to do, but he does what any man in his position would do, he walks into town to try and prostitute for money. However it isn't easy - the people know he is a foreigner and he is almost offered nothing until a kind person asks him inside of a car for an interview. Inside of the car Emanuel is given a drug and he forgets the world for a while. When he wakes up he is told to run away.

“Here I got you some money!” tells the woman who had invited him inside of the car. “Go! Travel! Flee!” she gasps.

“Don't come back!” someone else declares.

Emanuel smiles, waves, and walks away.

“Thank-you!” he cheers before he leaves to go to the airport.

Emanuel In Australia

Emanuel moves to Australia and he applies for citizenship. He needs to work as he waits, and he manages to score himself one job after another. Emanuel learns how to cook, and then he is asked into a government office and escorted through an interview. After a quick interview he is given citizenship, and he leaves the office an accredited Australian.

Emanuel meets Dianne who glares at him with a frown as she looks at him in the cafeteria where he works.

“What are you doing here? Why are you working? Shouldn't you be going home?” she asks.

“I don't want to talk to you;” tells Emanuel as he growls inside of his chest. “You stole my money and I struggled for my life to get out of South America!” he gasps.

“You struggled for your life?” asks Dianne as she narrows her eyes. “What did you do? Take a pill?” she asks.

“Yes I took a pill!” tells Emanuel as he nods.

“I was threatened to the death!” gasps Dianne. “I was told I should die after being called a witch!” she adds. “Then my father got arrested;” she declares.

“You said you didn't have a father;” tells Emanuel as he stops Dianne in mid-sentence.

“I was adopted;” tells Dianne as she leans on the counter. “My adopted father was arrested;” she declares before she blinks. “But I got away;” she adds. “I won, I am the survivor;” she tells.

“You sound like a jail-bird;” tells Emanuel.

“So?” asks Dianne. “What would that mean to you?” she asks.

“Nothing;” tells Emanuel as he shrugs. “Now leave me alone I need to cook;” he adds.

“You cook like shit!” tells Dianne as she smiles.

Emanuel rolls his eyes as he grows mad - he wants to spit, but he holds his anger in.

“They are going to make minced meat of you here;” tells Dianne as she grins. “You should go home;” she adds. “If they catch you living here as an illegal citizen;” she mutters in a red-hot tone;

“They will not catch me!” gasps Emanuel. “I got citizenship;” he says.

“Does that mean we can date?” asks Dianne as she grins.

“I don't know;” mutters Emanuel as he shrugs. “Why, do you want to date me?” he asks.

“I don't know;” tells Dianne as she shrugs. “Maybe;” she adds. “Either you or someone else;” she mutters. “I am never really in love so its hard to tell;”

“Okay;” shrugs Emanuel. “I will date you;” he adds.

“Take me out! Treat me to dinner!” tells Dianne.

“How about you sit I can cook you dinner;” tells Emanuel.

“Cook me eggs!” gasps Dianne as she smiles.

“Okay;” mutters Emanuel before he turns to the grill and begins to cook.

“Make it special! Cook for me!” gasps Dianne before she moves to take a seat.

Dianne grows bored of looking at Emanuel cook and she leaves before her meal ha been made. She knows she needs to do something interesting with someone interesting, and she tells herself that she will return the next day for her meal of eggs. When Emanuel finds out about Dianne's absence he shrugs and gives the meal to someone else - he suddenly feels alone, and he decides to move to somewhere else where he can get a job other then a grill hand cook.

Emanuel In Melbourne

Months pass and Emanuel is discovered by Dianne in his city-home. He looks pretty good to her and she invites him to a model interview. They both get hired, but after a bout of drugs and rough confrontation they fumble through their work until they are both fired. They wake up from memory loss and move their different ways - Dianne is urged into the mental institution, and Emanuel is told to go home.

Emanuel retires to the country in NSW and there he cooks a little more. Months later Dianne walks into the cafe where he works and she looks to him as she waits for him to see her.

“Hello;” greets Emanuel as he turns his head and sees Dianne.

“Hi!” gasps Dianne. “I crashed in my work, I went to the mental institution, they filled me up with drugs;” she told.

“That's good;” tells Emanuel as he feels a little distanced at Dianne's confrontational attitude which seeps through her open pores.

“Do you want to go out with me?” asks Dianne.

“I don't know;” tells Emanuel before a waitress warns him that Dianne has been found to be crazy and not to date her. “No;” he mutters.

“Why not?” asks Dianne.

“I can't;” he declares. “You've been to the mental institution;” he adds.

“So?” asks Dianne. “I am who I was before!” she steams.

“I can't!” gasps Emanuel.

“Come on, try me!” hisses Dianne. “Try me!” she rages before she slaps her hand onto the customer service bench.

“Don't date this one!” warns the waitress as she stands near Emanuel.

“I don't want to date you;” tells Emanuel as he felt his heartbeat.

“Fine!” gasps Dianne before she backs out of the cafe. “I'll date someone else!” she declares before she leaves.

However Dianne does not find a suitable date and by morning she applies for a kitchen hand job at the same cafe and gets it.

“Hello;” whispers Dianne into Emanuel's ear as he enters the cafe. “How are you?” she asks.

“Fine;” tells Emanuel who shrugs.

“I dated someone else! I was beaten up!” tells Dianne as she glares at Emanuel with a sharp stare. “Will you date me now?” she asks.

“Is this woman supposed to be working here?” gasps Emanuel as he looks to the manager.

“Yes, I hired her!” the manager cheers.

Emanuel narrows his eyes and then turns to Dianne.

“Well you are no longer crazy if you work here;” he mutters as he blinks.

“Why are you being such a loser?” asks Dianne as she narrows her eyes. “You've been working as a slave for too long!” she gasps. “Let's go and do something interesting! Let's break into a movie studio!” she gasps.

“Okay;” mutters Emanuel before he shrugs. “After work;” he adds.

“I can't wait that long!” tells Dianne. “I'll see you later!” she grins before she leaves.

“Don't come back!” tells the manager.

“I won't!” sings Dianne before she departs.

The Second Emanuel In North America

Emanuel has spent years trying to get a break in the hard life of North America. He has been sent to a government office and given a drug. The drug has sent him spiralling off his head and he feels as though he might lose his life at any second.

“I have been wasting my life!” he declares as he rubs his cold face. “I might need to get home;” he adds.

“Do you have a home?” asks his room-mate Anne. “I thought you were American;” she adds.

“No I am from South America;” tells Emanuel as he smiles.

“You should be American - you're smart, you're good!” she declares before she gives him a thumbs up.

Emanuel returns the thumbs up and then he sighs.

“I haven't been home for twenty years;” he declares.

“Well if you need to go, you should go;” tells Anne. “If that's where you live;” she adds.

“That's where I lived;” tells Emanuel as he sighs. “I should go back;” he adds in drawl.

“Well if you need to you should;” tells Anne as she shrugs. “I can get another renter;” she adds. “Another roomy;”

“That will be good;” tells Emanuel as he sighs. “I've been here too long;” he declares.

“That's strange I thought you were American;” tells Anne before she shrugs.

“Nope;” mutters Emanuel before the phone rings.

Emanuel answers the phone and he is greeted by his model agent. She has finally found him work and Emanuel cheers. He writes down the details of where he needs to go and puts down the phone.

“I have work!” he declares. “I am going to be in a movie!” he cheers.

“That's great!” gasps Anne as she smiles. “Don't forget about me when you act!” she adds.

“I won't!” tells Emanuel before he leans back. “I am going to be great!”

However Emanuel is only harassed by a gang of loud-mouthed people who have teamed to make his acting experience a hard one filled with all the violence a loud-mouthed acting team can muster. They tease him as he acts and he grows depressed - he can't feel happy, and by the end he decides it is best if he returns home.

However Emanuel decides that home is boring and so he takes himself to Australia for a holiday. There he grabs wind of the media world as he is escorted to his new home where his wife waits for him. Emanuel can't believe how many people want to give him a home, and he smiles as he is offered a good home with wife, kids, everything he could wish for. He is interviewed by a media team and he tells them his life.

“You should do a movie!” gasps one of the members. “You should come with us!” they say.

So Emanuel aborts marriage life and is escorted to another city where he experiences the drug zone of Australian cinema that almost ends his life as he knows it. Emanuel wakes up from a hang over, and ill he decides to make his bed in a spare room that is un-rented - he falls asleep and into coma, and there he disappears from the world.

Two Emanuels?

Emanuel walks out of the cafeteria. He has been married to Dianne for four years and he feels red-hot over the fact that there has been someone else playing Dianne's husband and who had been caught in his house, with his kids, and used his alcohol to get drunk.

“We'll see who is Emanuel!” he declares before he returns home.

At his home Emanuel finds a quiet house - he cannot yell, he cannot get drunk, he cannot see his kids who sit quietly inside of their play room after Dianne has vacated the house due to an emergency call that has left her a window in the eyes of the media team who claim they have accidentally killed her husband. Emanuel leaves the house to buy more alcohol, and he doesn't come back until after dark; by then Dianne has returned and begun to cook, and Emanuel walks up to his presence in order to say hello.

“Hello;” he smiles.

“Hi!” gasps Dianne as she turns around with startle on her mind. “You're not dead!” she gasps.

“No;” tells Emanuel as he smiles.

“They said you were dead!” she declares.

“Who?” asks Emanuel as he looks at Dianne.

“I don't care!” sighs Dianne as she washes her hands. “I need to leave to fix up something!” she sighs. “They've got everybody all wrong!” she adds before she picks up her purse and vacates the home.

Emanuel shrugs and sighs; he too wishes the leave the home and so after placing the alcohol on the table he leaves the home to go for a drive.

Emanuel Alone Again

Emanuel glares out the window of his car as he drinks. He smiles at the night as he glares at the sky - he has lost his wife, his kids, and he is sure to lose his home; he can't get work all of a sudden, and so he drinks to forget his woes. He does not know what will happen in the future, but he knows he will have to borrow money from friends if he cannot get any work. He cheers to the vacant night.

“Who cares?” he mutters before he leans back in his car. “I am still cool, it's Dianne who has everything wrong!” he adds. “Something about that afternoon when she said I was dead changed her;” he tells. “Now I can't see my kids, I can't get a job!” he scoffs. “All because of crazy Dianne who can't believe that I am her husband;” he sighs. “I am her Emanuel;” he adds before he laughs at the irony. “I have bad luck!” he sighs. “This is just like at home where I went to see my mum and I couldn't go past the gate;” he adds. “There is something that makes the people go crazy, and I am left alone at the end;” he sighs. “Who cares!” he gasps. “I live here, I can also do what I like!” he adds before he starts the car. “For now I will go home, but who knows what I will do tomorrow;” he sings before he backs his car and returns home alone.