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Lavenders summer(with cyclone and mum)
By: weat-bixRating: R this is probably a little less but I cant really telland it is violent.
Warning: profanities, violence/fights, child abuse, av family probs? and my different way of thinking/dreaming.
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns most characters, muggles. I own a my subconscious or whatever makes my dreams even though I cant control.
Summary: lavender has run away and hears a cyclone warning she feels she has to warn her mum and brother.
Category: general/angst
Spoilers: Harry Potter books not really but
A/N: The first part of this was a dream of mine(that's why the surroundings don't fit with England), I thought it would fit in with this bunch of stories so I changed a version of me to lavender brown to be a fanfic, its not worthy to be a original fic and less people would read it then anyway. I guess the cyclone in my dream was brought on by the one on the news. Don't you just love the news. surreal sarcasm.(if such a thing exists)
tha dream
Rustling in the sugarcane growth where I was sleeping woke me up. I tried to wriggle down deeper so that the person wouldn't see me and I would be able to sleep here another night. It was warm enough, fairly humid and muggy though. My movement probably alerted him to the fact that I was there as he walked towards me. "Hay who's there." I stayed quiet. He kicked and got my leg. I stayed quiet hoping he was stupid enough to move on, no such luck. He bent down and with one quick movement had lifted me to my feet and kept his grip on my shirt. "Lavender? What are you doing here?"
"Blaze? What are you doing here?"
"I help my dad out on his farm in the holidays. What are you here for? Don't you have a home to go to?" Blaze said with that teasing voice of his. He always did that. Picked up on something serious and bugged people about it as if it was a joke.
"Maybe I got a home and I just prefer the cane fields."
"You cant stay here. I got to get trespassers off."
"But Blaze." I wined
"Piss off Lavender!" he swung the stick at me. Not to hurt me I'm sure but to get me going. I ran fast at least that way he knew I wouldn't walk back.
I walked along the road. It was another long one you know the country type where you need to drive to get to the neighbours place and where it's a kilometer from your front door to your letter box. I live on a road like this when I stay with my mum anyway. But I never seem to stay there when I do. The exact road is about 5 K's west of here it runs parallel to this one. I cut across the farm to get here. The farm we live on, then the one behind ours. Then I crossed the small dirt road and went into Blaze's. I had started out walking toward the closest town but now I was looking for another farm growing stuff I could hide in but these farms were big so I knew it would be a long walk, I just hoped I was there by night fall.
I saw another building it was a small shabby one like the one my mum has. One story, old tin roof, a kitchen and dining room and lounge room all in one connected to bedrooms and a bathroom. "Compact living with every thing you need" is what mum calls it. My older brother calls it a shit hole.
I cut through the cane field to get there, there wasn't much growth just some natural trees, they probably grazed animals or something. I went to the house anyway it was cloudy like it was going to rain real heavy soon. But it was still very hot and muggy. I thought of the way the rain usually cools down the air and wished it would hurry up and rain. I wanted to get to a part on the outside of the house where there would be a tap I could drink from. I snuck up to the house and crawled up close to it along the ground so that if the people inside the house looked out a window they wouldn't see me.
The house wasn't in good nick the walls were almost falling off and I could hear everything the people inside said. "Turn off that dam TV it's a waste of electricity."
"But it's the news, you never know when it might say something important."
"The news isn't bothered with the country stuff. If it was we'd get better reception."
"Hear that dear. A cyclone warning for us."
I ran as soon as I heard that. There was a cyclone warning and I was in an almost empty field. And my mum and brother, they didn't have a TV they wouldn't get a warning. I had to warn them.
I started to run back towards my mums place, cutting through the fields, but it was a long way so I slowed to a jog by the time I go to the first dirt road. By the time I got to our property I was just walking fast. It took me about an hour and a half to get from the back edge of our property to our house. I looked at the flimsy unlocked screen door and around at the dark clouds in the sky. it had started to rain fairly heavily while I was walking through our property and the wind had picked up quite a bit too making it harder for me to walk but allowing me to dry off fast once I was out of the rain. The heat that was still in the air also helped. As I got close to the house lightning struck somewhere near the horizon. I hoped that the cyclone would miss us and we could just stay with the storm. Our house might be able to withstand a storm.
I opened the door and called out for mum, but the wind was making a lot of noise so no-one heard me. I took a quick look around the room, same as when I left yesterday morning. An old stove some rusted pots and pans the same table as when I was a kid, lots of draws and cupboards, an almost empty fridge making a racket and the window with a better lock than the door. I turned to the door on my right. It was one of those doors that open at the top and bottom like in the shops, its odd to be in this house but it had always been like that. I rapped on the door and opened the top half locking the bottom half so that when it got closer that would already be done.
Mum was sitting on the bed looking out an open window at the storm. "Mum. You've got to shut the window and board this place up. There's a cyclone warning mum!" I screamed panicky.
"Lavender. Where have you been? Running off like that. You're as bad as your father!" she said angrily.
"Mum not now, there's a cyclone coming!"
"So that's why you came back here was it? Not for us, not for your family. Just so you'd be safe during a storm!"
"You need to shut the windows and lock the door mum!"
"Don't you tell me what to do Lavender! You never see through a decision you make!"
The really scary part of what she said was that she was sober. She had said many things like it to me before but only once she got drunk. When her eyes were out of focus they weren't so accusing and their rage wasn't directed at anything specific, like me.
I leapt over the bottom half of the door to close her window. I loved her despite what she felt about me and I didn't want her to get hurt. She tripped me over before I could get there and I banged my head on the wall below the window on my fall to the ground.
"Stay out of my room!" she screamed as she picked me just off the floor and threw me the two feet to the end of her bed. I laid in the fetal position on the floor against her bed. And she kicked me in the stomach a few times. She was short and thin I could have bashed her easily if I had been able to get up the courage to do it. She was my mum and I loved her and I had spent my youth being vulnerable to her. Due to the fact that I had been a kid and small and miles away from any kind of help. I couldn't get the fact that I could beat her to stay in my mind convincingly. My older brother stood at her door for a coupe of kicks totally aware of what was happening before he made himself noticed.
"You came back?" he said casually as though we were having dinner.
"There's a cyclone warning!" I said panicky
"Shit!" he banged his head on the door frame "mum you've got to shut the windows and lock the doors stay in here ok."
"alright." She always listens to him. Why won't she pay attention to me? She's always liked him and hated me, it's not fair.
I gave my brother a pleading look an obvious please-get-me-put-of-here-look. And he gives me one of his own, a smug this-is-the-safest-room-for-a-cyclone,-stay-with-mum-look one that takes in the full situation and laughs at my position – on the floor, with a danger stopping me from leaving and a danger in here with me.
My mum walked to shut the window and I edged along the floor to the door, my brother locked it. My mum turned to me and kicked my stomach again pushing my back up against the door. She kicked me again "your as bad as your father you should have stayed in a field for the cyclone! I don't know why you came back." She kicked me again but I was already hurt from her words, she wasn't drunk this time and she knew what she was saying and how it would affect me, she wanted to hurt me. She kicked me again and again.
tha faze outta dream and inta tha imagination.
I managed to unlock the bottom half of the door and when she kicked me again the door opened behind me and I slid through it. On the other side of the door I closed it and locked it again. I heard her sit on her bed.
I walked to the room that I shared with my brother but he had locked the door so I banged on it but he was pretending not to be in there. I opened the door to the bathroom and looked around there were razor blades and glass medicine bottles and a mirror that could break so I though it wasn't the best place to be windy. I looked over the last room left. I took the knives out and filled the bath a little and threw them in I also threw in the forks and some pots and plates. The wind rattled the roof more and I was scared that it might come off. I locked the bathroom door and filled the sink throwing any other loose things in it. The wind blew a mighty gust and lightning struck very close. I went into the little bit of a hallway made between the bedroom and bathroom. Curled up in the corner and hoped I hadn't forgotten anything.
It wasn't long until the roof was starting to pull off letting the wind in above the walls. All the cupboard doors opened and rattled around. The table slid at me but got stuck where the hall came out of the wall, it slid back across the room. It was very noisy for a bit then a cupboard door broke and flew down the hallway and hit my arm. I grabbed my arm and wiggled my fingers, it wasn't broken it just hurt a lot. In a way that was a comfort.
tha imagination.
The bathroom doors hinges came out and it blew inwards still holding on by the lock. There was smashing and broken bits of glass medicine bottles flew out the door. Some smaller pieces got my arms and legs but I was out of the way of the larger pieces that smashed into the wall and blew in the other direction. The cupboard door came back toward me but missed this time, I grabbed it after it hit the wall and placed it in front of me like a shield.
After a while the wind calmed down and I decided that the cyclone missed us and we got a windy storm from near it as the house wouldn't have coped with a cyclone.
I stayed behind my door-shield but mum came out of her room. "god what a mess." She kicked a bit of broken glass out of her way. My brother came out of his room and kicked my door he walked into the room and put the slightly bent table back in its place. I put the door next to me and walk into the room. I took the things out of the sink and put them back where they came from. "So you come home to this! You get here then the place is a mess!"
I remained quiet it was normally the thing to do. "Well."
We picked up the glass and tried to put the place back together. Once it was close to live-in-able mum put the stove on and asked me, "Where are my pots?"
"In the bath." I replied going and getting them.
"Why on earth did you put them there?"
"So they wouldn't blow away."
"You run off, you come back for a cyclone, everything gets messed up, glass goes everywhere and you put my pots in the bath. Why do you have to be such a stupid bitch!" she looked up at me and managed to make me fear her, she pushed me back into the stove and I put my hand out to break my fall and it caught in the fire my hand stung and my mum started it. I punched her head and she fell backwards across the room banged her head on the wall and stayed lying on the ground unconscious. I gaped at her and my big brother gaped at me. I ran out the door and didn't stop running until the next morning. I hitched a ride to a larger town. I could take care of myself. I could live my life. I couldn't go back.
A/N: I don't like the ending but I cant think of a better one.