Muffled screams could be heard in the dark room where all windows had been covered.
Jason didn't want to wake up to another shitty day, but the impetuous screams didn't help him finding peace again. Growling all his frustration face buried in his pillow, the ginger-haired thin young male threw himself out of his bed and reached for his phone. ? What did that woman want at that hour a sunday morning?
- "Hey, wonder who's the adult here.." he muttered, still completely waking up and putting some of the clothes scattered on one dirty chair.
Not minding the darkness, he didn't bother to open the curtains. He knew his room by heart anyway.
The screams were still coming out and he could catch a few words from them. It wasn't necessary though, he knew exactly what they were saying.
-"SHUT UP! I'm coming, so can you just shut up for FIVE FUCK***G MINUTES ALREADY!? " he screamed back, banging his arm against his door.
This piercing voice of hers had become something unbearable over the past few years.
Fortunately, it ceased, leaving a blissful silence for him to get prepared. Not for long. Once done with making himself presentable, he opened the door and walked down the stairs of their tiny house before the strident voice rang again, caughting him before he could even have sight of his mother's face.
-"Jason! I'm feeling so bad Jason! I don't have any more meds for the pain! Go fetch them, will you?"
Ah yes, the meds, of course. Jason gritted his teeth and entered the living room where his whale of a mother was lazily sitting on her sofa, a beer can in her hand, face to face with her TV.
Eye contact was made and immediately he felt this indescribable rage burning inside his chest. He had always supported her after the accident, but now he hated her. He hated her with a passion. Of course, it hadn't been her fault she had been caught in a car accident and had needed several surgeries. It wasn't her fault for being in pain all the time, needing her morphine to even stand up and being unable to work anymore. The course of things had wanted her to gain weight, leading to more backpains, to daily stress and insomnia, like a vicious circle of life.
But he couldn't help thinking she now was a disheveled fat-ass laying on her sofa all day before TV, stoning herself on morphine, benzodiazepines and alcohol, complaining about everything while 24 year-old him had to work to pay the bills and her medications.
Sometimes, he really wondered why he didn't just throw everything away and leave. But then, he remembers the house is hers. And she was his mother nonetheless. The russian roulette of life was so cruel sometimes.
-"Of course you're feeling so bad not moving your ass-off! " he spat at her, letting some fire out a bit. He needed to, even if it was just being mean.
-" You know I can't do anything with the pain!"
-"Yeah, whatever excuses you can find…"
-"Jason! I've worked and raised you all by myself! Is that how you speak to me? You ungrateful son!"
That discussion was going nowhere and he knew it the moment she threw at him that sentence, heard about 250 times before.
So, the 'ungrateful son' didn't respond and grabbed the prescription at the entrance, checking if she hadn't forgotten a pack somewhere. Unfortunately, she hadn't, the last ones being completely empty.
-"Okay whatever, I'm out! I'm buying your shit and then you're not gonna see me before noon old hag!"
And like that, he proceeded to slam the door, the one leading to his garage, so she could at least hear the noise from where she was in the house.
Inside his garage, he calmed down, looking at his baby with soft eyes. A red mercedes he had bought from a friend and, he believed, the sole source of wealth he had been proud of. He had more affection for it than for his mother right now, he thought for a moment. But once in the car, he was cornered by other preoccupations as he looked inside his wallet and then texted someone on his phone.
The truth was that he wasn't going to a regular drug store. It was too expensive for them to afford it seeing his mother's regular consumption, so he had to look for something less...legal.
It was still not given, but it was more affordable for him. Maybe if she knew what he was doing, meeting with drug dealers, she wouldn't want them so badly, but he hadn't found the strength to argue about it. To provide her with the meds, he had to make sacrifices. It was just how it was, despite all he had thought and said to her before. And he wasn't THAT involved in it. He wouldn' fall for the trap and become a junkie. Never would he lower himself to his mother's level...
The phone rang, indicating the seller agreed to meet in a few hours, sending the location. In a few hours uh...it was a lot of time to kill and he clearly didn't want to go back inside his house, not after what he had said.
He needed some fresh air, driving his baby out. Grinning for the first time of the day, he sat on the driver's seat, waiting for the garage door to open, and then made the motor roar loudly before escaping the intoxicated place reeking of alcohol as fast as possible. It helped clear his mind to do so, like if his problems couldn't catch up with the speed.
Today was a free day without worrying about work, so he decided to take himself to the downtown area, to zone out a bit. Maybe he could get coffee somewhere. And some donuts too, for a late breakfast.
Yeah, he was liking the idea, lightening his mood by the same occasion, a little, just enough for him to bravely go back to all his preoccupations of the moment. The money, the meds, his mom, the bills...so the money. Like a cloud of thought that was tainting his perception, his vision narrowed, much more efficiently than fog in the middle of the road. Because if there had been fog, he would have been more careful and slowed down.
But no, he failed to see the next event that would play itself. And when he did, it had been too late…..
Author's note :
And I've been writing a story that I had on my head for so much time again!
This one is small, about 3 chapters, but it's a part of a series I would like to call "Countries and their people".
The concept is simple and unoriginal : Countries meeting with their human citizens and getting more or less exposed. (Because what's the point if they never discover their specificities right?!)
I love these stories of interaction between countries and human but I don't find that much interesting, excepting surprisingly in cross-overs. Like that NCIS x Hetalia one that was surprisingly good, or some of the Harry Potter's ones (not all though).
This time, I'm not using pre-existing characters as the humans though!
