Crying in the corner of a bare room, terrified, he felt his will to live
shy away from him. He had been left with nothing, not a person in the world
who he could call his friend, he had been left with no real purpose, or so
he thought. He couldn't breathe; this wasn't supposed to happen, not to
him, men don't cry, a grown man should never feel the wetness of a single
tear upon his cheek. He felt pathetic.crying like a little girl. Lifting
his arms with a somewhat, forged, effort, he wiped the tears from his
sodden eyes and forged a sigh. Why was he still here? It was supposed to
end.
Michael stood up and backed up quickly against the wall of the chip shop as
they approached. Two men accompanied by a small, rather irritating little
woman sporting a blond perm. One of the men, sturdy, with a full head of
afro perm spoke first.
"Come on kid.it's not that bad". The second, a small, balding, irritable
looking man, continued in his own words,
"So you're a dumbass! Nothing to worry about" The woman just looked on
without a word, she looked, for a moment, as if she wanted to say
something, but she somehow managed to keep quiet.
Kelso turned and ran down the alleyway, tripping clumsily over various,
discarded alcohol bottle and slipping in puddles left by the rain of the
previous night. He could no longer see where he was going, all he knew was
that he had to get away, he ran blindly until he came to an abrupt halt at
a dead end. He sunk into the shadows and covered his face with his hands.
He felt a queasy, sickening jolt in his stomach and promptly threw up, he'd
been running for the past two hours trying to avoid this confrontation with
Red and Kitty Foreman , but now that Bob was in on the act, there was no
possible escape.
He didn't want to be the stupid one, but for some reason, that was what the
gang had always labelled him as. He gave up, raised his hands in defeat to
the lumbering figure of bob coming down the ally looking flushed.
"Fine" he said, regrettably given the circumstances, as the others
converged onto the scene, he couldn't run any more. He dropped to his knees
and slumped unconscious.
Blood ran down his arm from a shallow wound made, obviously, by the blade of a knife. Red carried him into the lounge of the Foreman's house and dropped him onto the sofa, then retreated into the kitchen where Kitty was phoning for a doctor. She replaced the receiver and turned to Red, "Where's Eric"? She questioned him. "Who? Basement boy's in the, (you'll never believe it). basement. Kitty rolled her eyes and went into the lounge where Michael was just waking up. He was a sorry sight, reddened eyes and pale skin, not remotely like the Michael Kelso that she remembered. "Well.that's what happens when you abuse alcohol" she warned, "you end up looking like this". She proved her point by holding a mirror up at such an angle that Kelso could see, quite clearly, the extent of the damage. He sighed and lay back. "The doctor is on his way". "I don't need a doctor" he protested, "see" he demonstrated, getting to his feet, "I'm fine". "Oh.. you are NOT" she demanded slapping an ice pack onto his head, forcing him back into his seat, "you are ill, and you will be seen by a doctor, I know I'm not your mother, but you will do as you are told by me.do I make myself clear"? "You'd better listen to her man", Hyde entered the room, she can get REALLY angry" he warned. Eric entered the room a few feet behind him, he looked angry, following close behind was Donna, Eric's former girlfriend, "Why" she said "Because I don't like THE ZOO" he said angrily. "You don't like anything" she moaned profusely. Eric sat down on the empty armchair at the other side of the room and glanced over at Kelso. "You found him then"? He said looking over at Kitty, then waiting for a response. Red came back into the room. "Well whadda you think dumbass"? The silence filled the room following this, the community doctor was kneeling over Michael, examining him, and then he stood up, "He'll be fine" he concluded "just let him get some rest, he'll feel better in the morning, but he wont be 100% so look after him wont you"? He packed up his things and left Kitty with a goodnight.
Blood ran down his arm from a shallow wound made, obviously, by the blade of a knife. Red carried him into the lounge of the Foreman's house and dropped him onto the sofa, then retreated into the kitchen where Kitty was phoning for a doctor. She replaced the receiver and turned to Red, "Where's Eric"? She questioned him. "Who? Basement boy's in the, (you'll never believe it). basement. Kitty rolled her eyes and went into the lounge where Michael was just waking up. He was a sorry sight, reddened eyes and pale skin, not remotely like the Michael Kelso that she remembered. "Well.that's what happens when you abuse alcohol" she warned, "you end up looking like this". She proved her point by holding a mirror up at such an angle that Kelso could see, quite clearly, the extent of the damage. He sighed and lay back. "The doctor is on his way". "I don't need a doctor" he protested, "see" he demonstrated, getting to his feet, "I'm fine". "Oh.. you are NOT" she demanded slapping an ice pack onto his head, forcing him back into his seat, "you are ill, and you will be seen by a doctor, I know I'm not your mother, but you will do as you are told by me.do I make myself clear"? "You'd better listen to her man", Hyde entered the room, she can get REALLY angry" he warned. Eric entered the room a few feet behind him, he looked angry, following close behind was Donna, Eric's former girlfriend, "Why" she said "Because I don't like THE ZOO" he said angrily. "You don't like anything" she moaned profusely. Eric sat down on the empty armchair at the other side of the room and glanced over at Kelso. "You found him then"? He said looking over at Kitty, then waiting for a response. Red came back into the room. "Well whadda you think dumbass"? The silence filled the room following this, the community doctor was kneeling over Michael, examining him, and then he stood up, "He'll be fine" he concluded "just let him get some rest, he'll feel better in the morning, but he wont be 100% so look after him wont you"? He packed up his things and left Kitty with a goodnight.