Lifeless series 1:Shane's deadly secret
Chapter 8: It doesn't take much to fall.
All went well for Shane after that. He happily drove to the airport. He happily got a plane ticket. But once it was time for boarding. Once it was time for Shane to get on the plane. That was it, he couldn't do it. He was scared, he was terrified. Terrified of the outcome. Terrified that if he went back to the States everyone would be against him. Even his own family. In his mind it wasn't as if he didn't deserve it. But still........there was no way. No way he go back and face up to his problems. Marissa was important to him. But,but just not that important.
Shane ran out of the airport and got into a hire car. He began to drive home,tears falling from his eyes. Then,then he came to an off license. He parked on the curb and stared at the glass window of the off license. He stared at all the beer. All the whisky ,all the larger and all the cyder. That was it,he got out of the car and bought 5 crates of beer,2 bottles of whiskey and 3 bottles of wine. He put the alcohol in the boot and drove home. Without a single tear. Somehow,although he had yet to drink it,having alcohol in the car put Shane's mind at rest. It calmed him down.
At around dinner time Shane arrived home. He got out of the car and was about to walk in leaving the alcohol in car but quickly remembered. He grabbed a couple of crates of beer and took them inside. When he got to his apartment the landlord was waiting. He was about to organise to have the apartment put back up for rent when Shane arrived.
"Shane, Shane is that you?" Said the landlord
"Yeah,yeah why?"
"Whats with the note Shane?"
"uhhh....ahhhh....just a moment of maddness,one of those days you know how it is."
"oh.....i was pleased for you,you know."
"what?"
"i was pleased for you. When i got the note,when i heard you were going back.... Shane this isn't your country.... The U.S.A is.. You can't live here. You need your family."
"Hey,isn't that for me to decide?"
"Yes....yes it is. But Shane, the longer you put off going back the harder it will be"
"What are you my father now? Look you deal with emigrants all the time...is this what you say to them?"
"no,but it was i say to you. You see they are here because they want to be. Not to escape and try to avoid their problems at home. Like you. "
Shane remained silent
"uhhh....I'll see you tomorrow Shane... Luckily i didn't put this place back up for rent hey."
The landlord left. Shane remained thinking about what the landlord said for a while. Then he just shrugged his shoulders and went inside. once inside he grabbed a few beers and put them in the refridgerater. He sat down on the couch and watched T.V. But it didn't take long,although it had been a year since he touched alcohol he soon went to the refrigerator and fetched a couple of beers. He brought them over to the couch and put them on the coffee table. He sat and stared at the two beer bottles for a few minutes before jut cutting his losses and opening a bottle. No sooner did he open a bottle did he drink it. No sooner had he drunk one did he drink another. No sooner did he drink that.....did he run outside and fetch the rest of the alcohol he had brought.
Shane drank all night from then on and got through 3 crates of beer. Each had 12 bottles of beer in them. Not only that did he get through a bottle of wine and a bottle of whiskey. Before finally.....at about 1am falling asleep on the couch. Surrounded by empty alcohol bottles.
Next morning Shane didn't awake until 2pm. When he did wake up he was confused as he looked around him at the mess he had made. At the empty beer, whisky and wine bottles. He couldn't believe how much he had drunk. He shrugged his shoulders,scratched his head, yawned and got up off the couch. He went straight to the refridgerator and stared at the alcohol inside. There was lots of it, and he couldn't remember how it got there. But hey,he didn't drink it. He just grabbed a yoghurt and ate it. That was his breakfast and dinner all in one. At tea time he had a stir fry...........with wine. He thought nothing of it. So he had a bit of alcohol! Doesn't mean he's an alcoholic again! he thought.
But he would be soon,that was all so clear,if he kept drinking he'd be back to his old ways. He'd be an alcoholic. After tea Shane thought of nothing but the wine he drank. He thought of the remaining alcohol left in the refrigerator. By 8pm,he got out a crate of beer. Put it on the coffee table and drank two bottles. By the third bottle,Shane realised it was wrong. So he threw the bottle at the wall in anger. He threw the rest of the crate on the floor. Broken glass went everywhere. But Shane didn't care. He didn't clear it up. Instead he went to bed. Stamping on the broken glass on his way.
"FUUCCCKK!"
Shane screamed as he stood on the glass bear footed.
"FUUUCCCCKKK"
He yelled again. He hopped back over to the couch and looked at his foot. He looked at the piece of glass sticking out and tugged at it. Till he got it out. He then got a tea towel,it was the only thing he could find and wrapped it round his foot. Then he headed back to the bedroom and off to bed. Shane was semi-drunk so he wobbled allot on the way to bed. Even more so i guess because he was hopping but it was clear he had had alcohol. Once in his room he collapsed on the bed and promptly went to sleep. Didn't last long though.
He got up about 11pm and went to get something to eat. On his way he grabbed a beer and drank it. Then headed back for another one. Then another one. Before finally making it to the stove. He wanted sausages and decided to cook them in the frying pan instead of the oven. He put lard in the frying pan and turned it on. All went well. He was little wobbly but he was ok. He waited a while for the pan to heat up and put the sausages in the frying pan. He then left them........had a couple more beers and well.....fell asleep.....Sure enough the pan set on fire. Smoke filled the room and the flames started to get higher and higher. But shane,remained asleep.
All went well for Shane after that. He happily drove to the airport. He happily got a plane ticket. But once it was time for boarding. Once it was time for Shane to get on the plane. That was it, he couldn't do it. He was scared, he was terrified. Terrified of the outcome. Terrified that if he went back to the States everyone would be against him. Even his own family. In his mind it wasn't as if he didn't deserve it. But still........there was no way. No way he go back and face up to his problems. Marissa was important to him. But,but just not that important.
Shane ran out of the airport and got into a hire car. He began to drive home,tears falling from his eyes. Then,then he came to an off license. He parked on the curb and stared at the glass window of the off license. He stared at all the beer. All the whisky ,all the larger and all the cyder. That was it,he got out of the car and bought 5 crates of beer,2 bottles of whiskey and 3 bottles of wine. He put the alcohol in the boot and drove home. Without a single tear. Somehow,although he had yet to drink it,having alcohol in the car put Shane's mind at rest. It calmed him down.
At around dinner time Shane arrived home. He got out of the car and was about to walk in leaving the alcohol in car but quickly remembered. He grabbed a couple of crates of beer and took them inside. When he got to his apartment the landlord was waiting. He was about to organise to have the apartment put back up for rent when Shane arrived.
"Shane, Shane is that you?" Said the landlord
"Yeah,yeah why?"
"Whats with the note Shane?"
"uhhh....ahhhh....just a moment of maddness,one of those days you know how it is."
"oh.....i was pleased for you,you know."
"what?"
"i was pleased for you. When i got the note,when i heard you were going back.... Shane this isn't your country.... The U.S.A is.. You can't live here. You need your family."
"Hey,isn't that for me to decide?"
"Yes....yes it is. But Shane, the longer you put off going back the harder it will be"
"What are you my father now? Look you deal with emigrants all the time...is this what you say to them?"
"no,but it was i say to you. You see they are here because they want to be. Not to escape and try to avoid their problems at home. Like you. "
Shane remained silent
"uhhh....I'll see you tomorrow Shane... Luckily i didn't put this place back up for rent hey."
The landlord left. Shane remained thinking about what the landlord said for a while. Then he just shrugged his shoulders and went inside. once inside he grabbed a few beers and put them in the refridgerater. He sat down on the couch and watched T.V. But it didn't take long,although it had been a year since he touched alcohol he soon went to the refrigerator and fetched a couple of beers. He brought them over to the couch and put them on the coffee table. He sat and stared at the two beer bottles for a few minutes before jut cutting his losses and opening a bottle. No sooner did he open a bottle did he drink it. No sooner had he drunk one did he drink another. No sooner did he drink that.....did he run outside and fetch the rest of the alcohol he had brought.
Shane drank all night from then on and got through 3 crates of beer. Each had 12 bottles of beer in them. Not only that did he get through a bottle of wine and a bottle of whiskey. Before finally.....at about 1am falling asleep on the couch. Surrounded by empty alcohol bottles.
Next morning Shane didn't awake until 2pm. When he did wake up he was confused as he looked around him at the mess he had made. At the empty beer, whisky and wine bottles. He couldn't believe how much he had drunk. He shrugged his shoulders,scratched his head, yawned and got up off the couch. He went straight to the refridgerator and stared at the alcohol inside. There was lots of it, and he couldn't remember how it got there. But hey,he didn't drink it. He just grabbed a yoghurt and ate it. That was his breakfast and dinner all in one. At tea time he had a stir fry...........with wine. He thought nothing of it. So he had a bit of alcohol! Doesn't mean he's an alcoholic again! he thought.
But he would be soon,that was all so clear,if he kept drinking he'd be back to his old ways. He'd be an alcoholic. After tea Shane thought of nothing but the wine he drank. He thought of the remaining alcohol left in the refrigerator. By 8pm,he got out a crate of beer. Put it on the coffee table and drank two bottles. By the third bottle,Shane realised it was wrong. So he threw the bottle at the wall in anger. He threw the rest of the crate on the floor. Broken glass went everywhere. But Shane didn't care. He didn't clear it up. Instead he went to bed. Stamping on the broken glass on his way.
"FUUCCCKK!"
Shane screamed as he stood on the glass bear footed.
"FUUUCCCCKKK"
He yelled again. He hopped back over to the couch and looked at his foot. He looked at the piece of glass sticking out and tugged at it. Till he got it out. He then got a tea towel,it was the only thing he could find and wrapped it round his foot. Then he headed back to the bedroom and off to bed. Shane was semi-drunk so he wobbled allot on the way to bed. Even more so i guess because he was hopping but it was clear he had had alcohol. Once in his room he collapsed on the bed and promptly went to sleep. Didn't last long though.
He got up about 11pm and went to get something to eat. On his way he grabbed a beer and drank it. Then headed back for another one. Then another one. Before finally making it to the stove. He wanted sausages and decided to cook them in the frying pan instead of the oven. He put lard in the frying pan and turned it on. All went well. He was little wobbly but he was ok. He waited a while for the pan to heat up and put the sausages in the frying pan. He then left them........had a couple more beers and well.....fell asleep.....Sure enough the pan set on fire. Smoke filled the room and the flames started to get higher and higher. But shane,remained asleep.