SCOTT'S WORLD-CH. 4
Barringer House
Scott paced the floor of his room until he began to wear the carpet thin. Too many memories were locked up here. He couldn't even go near his bed because the scent of Elaine would come flooding back to him. How can I get her out of my head, he thought. He turned his stereo up loud to try and drown out the numbness he felt. It sounded good. It had been so long since he had listened to some hard rock and roll. Music like this was not allowed at Horizon. The only thing he got to hear was his own music when he played the piano.
Martin could feel the house move as the bass from the loud music shook the house. He decided to let it go for awhile because he felt that it was what Scott needed. It only took about 20 minutes until the neighbors started calling and complaining about the loud music. He needed to put a stop to it. He went upstairs and tried to go in Scott's room. The door was locked so he knocked. Nothing. He knocked harder and still nothing. This time Martin had to bang on the door until he thought he was going to knock it down. The door flew open and Scott pushed passed his dad without even acknowledging him.
This kind of behavior went on for a week. Martin was getting the silent treatment from his son every day. Scott refused to stay in the same room as his dad and never even sat down to eat with him. Whenever it was mealtime, Scott would either wait until his dad was finished or he would take his plate up to his room. The second week Martin noticed that Scott wasn't eating at all. The more that Scott ignored him, the more Martin found comfort from the liquor cabinet. Martin noticed that Scott wasn't sleeping much and that he spent a lot of time in the guestroom at night.
Scott was completely withdrawn and wouldn't even discuss what he'd been doing or where he would go. Martin wondered what Scott did during the day when he was at work. The only way to find out would be to hire someone to watch him. Martin contacted a private investigator agency and had them watch over the house to see where Scott went during the day and what his activities were.
When the P.I.'s report came back, it's not what Martin wanted to see. Scott had reverted back to buying drugs in the street. This would explain the missing money in his wallet. Martin sat at home waiting for his son to come home. As time went by he became more irritated and couldn't remember how many shots he had downed. I give the kid a good home with not a lot of restrictions and this is how he repays me. I won't tolerate the silent treatment any more and I won't put up with the lies. The more he thought about Scott's actions, the angrier he became until his blood pressure was almost at boiling point.
It was late but Scott was oblivious to the time. He was feeling no pain from his last snort of heroin. He'd tried smoking dope, glass and acid before but this was so much better. He felt like he had no problems that he had to deal with and it took him to a whole other world. He remembered the first time he took a snort. It made him sick and he barfed all over the place. After that it didn't make him sick but it did make him crave for more. As long as he could get away from the reality of his life's problems than that was ok with him. He slandered into the house to find his dad waiting up for him.
"Don't take another step. You're not going anywhere until we talk," Martin said. Scott tried to push past him but he was thrown up against the wall with a lot of force.
"Get you hands off of me," Scott yelled and pushed his dad backwards.
The pushing and shoving began. Next came the yelling.
"I'm sick and tired of this silent treatment and I know what you've been doing when you go out. You've stole money from me haven't you? What kind of drugs are you on now?" The more Martin yelled the more he slammed Scott up against the wall.
"Go to hell dad. Quit trying to be this perfect parent when you're not. You are such a hypocrite," Scott screamed shoving his dad and taking a swing with his fist.
That was not the right thing for Scott to do at that time. Martin's increased anger finally exploded and he started hitting. He kept on hitting and hitting until he was exhausted. He was completely oblivious to his surroundings and realized that temporary insanity took over. He stepped back to catch his breath and wipe the sweat off his brow. When he brought his hand down he noticed that his knuckles were covered with blood. He quickly snapped back to reality. He turned around to see his son lying on the floor curled up into a ball and whimpering. His eye was swollen shut, his lip was busted open and he had blood streaming out of his nose and upper cheek.
Oh God, what have I done he thought. He reached down to touch Scott but he bolted up and ran out of the house like a scared animal. "SCOTT," he yelled and ran after him. He heard the tires squeal of a car coming down the street. Scott made it to the other side of the car just in time to continue running down the street. Martin knew that he couldn't catch him. Scott had always been an excellent runner. The only thing that Martin could do was to go back in the house and wait.
Scott ran and ran until he thought he would loose consciences. He ran into an ally and bent over and puked. This took so much out of him that he slid down the wall and collapsed.
Some time had past but Scott didn't know how much. A car was driving slowly through the ally when it stopped in front of Scott. "Shit, isn't that the kid who bought a bag from us earlier today?" the dark hair girl spoke. "Yea and he looks pretty messed up," said another. "Let's pick him up."
"No, we shouldn't get mixed up in his problem when we don't know what they are." The dark haired girl was somewhat attracted to Scott and really wanted to help. "Come on, he's so cute and he needs our help. I won't take no for an answer." Amy always got her way. "Alright I'll help you get him in the car," Lauren said. It was a struggle for the two girls to get Scott in the car since he was passed out but Amy knew it would be worth it.
To be continued
Barringer House
Scott paced the floor of his room until he began to wear the carpet thin. Too many memories were locked up here. He couldn't even go near his bed because the scent of Elaine would come flooding back to him. How can I get her out of my head, he thought. He turned his stereo up loud to try and drown out the numbness he felt. It sounded good. It had been so long since he had listened to some hard rock and roll. Music like this was not allowed at Horizon. The only thing he got to hear was his own music when he played the piano.
Martin could feel the house move as the bass from the loud music shook the house. He decided to let it go for awhile because he felt that it was what Scott needed. It only took about 20 minutes until the neighbors started calling and complaining about the loud music. He needed to put a stop to it. He went upstairs and tried to go in Scott's room. The door was locked so he knocked. Nothing. He knocked harder and still nothing. This time Martin had to bang on the door until he thought he was going to knock it down. The door flew open and Scott pushed passed his dad without even acknowledging him.
This kind of behavior went on for a week. Martin was getting the silent treatment from his son every day. Scott refused to stay in the same room as his dad and never even sat down to eat with him. Whenever it was mealtime, Scott would either wait until his dad was finished or he would take his plate up to his room. The second week Martin noticed that Scott wasn't eating at all. The more that Scott ignored him, the more Martin found comfort from the liquor cabinet. Martin noticed that Scott wasn't sleeping much and that he spent a lot of time in the guestroom at night.
Scott was completely withdrawn and wouldn't even discuss what he'd been doing or where he would go. Martin wondered what Scott did during the day when he was at work. The only way to find out would be to hire someone to watch him. Martin contacted a private investigator agency and had them watch over the house to see where Scott went during the day and what his activities were.
When the P.I.'s report came back, it's not what Martin wanted to see. Scott had reverted back to buying drugs in the street. This would explain the missing money in his wallet. Martin sat at home waiting for his son to come home. As time went by he became more irritated and couldn't remember how many shots he had downed. I give the kid a good home with not a lot of restrictions and this is how he repays me. I won't tolerate the silent treatment any more and I won't put up with the lies. The more he thought about Scott's actions, the angrier he became until his blood pressure was almost at boiling point.
It was late but Scott was oblivious to the time. He was feeling no pain from his last snort of heroin. He'd tried smoking dope, glass and acid before but this was so much better. He felt like he had no problems that he had to deal with and it took him to a whole other world. He remembered the first time he took a snort. It made him sick and he barfed all over the place. After that it didn't make him sick but it did make him crave for more. As long as he could get away from the reality of his life's problems than that was ok with him. He slandered into the house to find his dad waiting up for him.
"Don't take another step. You're not going anywhere until we talk," Martin said. Scott tried to push past him but he was thrown up against the wall with a lot of force.
"Get you hands off of me," Scott yelled and pushed his dad backwards.
The pushing and shoving began. Next came the yelling.
"I'm sick and tired of this silent treatment and I know what you've been doing when you go out. You've stole money from me haven't you? What kind of drugs are you on now?" The more Martin yelled the more he slammed Scott up against the wall.
"Go to hell dad. Quit trying to be this perfect parent when you're not. You are such a hypocrite," Scott screamed shoving his dad and taking a swing with his fist.
That was not the right thing for Scott to do at that time. Martin's increased anger finally exploded and he started hitting. He kept on hitting and hitting until he was exhausted. He was completely oblivious to his surroundings and realized that temporary insanity took over. He stepped back to catch his breath and wipe the sweat off his brow. When he brought his hand down he noticed that his knuckles were covered with blood. He quickly snapped back to reality. He turned around to see his son lying on the floor curled up into a ball and whimpering. His eye was swollen shut, his lip was busted open and he had blood streaming out of his nose and upper cheek.
Oh God, what have I done he thought. He reached down to touch Scott but he bolted up and ran out of the house like a scared animal. "SCOTT," he yelled and ran after him. He heard the tires squeal of a car coming down the street. Scott made it to the other side of the car just in time to continue running down the street. Martin knew that he couldn't catch him. Scott had always been an excellent runner. The only thing that Martin could do was to go back in the house and wait.
Scott ran and ran until he thought he would loose consciences. He ran into an ally and bent over and puked. This took so much out of him that he slid down the wall and collapsed.
Some time had past but Scott didn't know how much. A car was driving slowly through the ally when it stopped in front of Scott. "Shit, isn't that the kid who bought a bag from us earlier today?" the dark hair girl spoke. "Yea and he looks pretty messed up," said another. "Let's pick him up."
"No, we shouldn't get mixed up in his problem when we don't know what they are." The dark haired girl was somewhat attracted to Scott and really wanted to help. "Come on, he's so cute and he needs our help. I won't take no for an answer." Amy always got her way. "Alright I'll help you get him in the car," Lauren said. It was a struggle for the two girls to get Scott in the car since he was passed out but Amy knew it would be worth it.
To be continued