early mornings are the worst mornings -quin-
Nov 30, 2013 21:39:43 GMT -5
Post by vrases on Nov 30, 2013 21:39:43 GMT -5
Walking out of the home held high, Vrases ran his thumb over his left nostril, flicking away the blood that had began to pour from it. the old man had done it again; this time he had decided that knives were too much and simply went for his face, trying to disfigure him with those massive ham sized things he called hands. He had missed breaking the bridge of his nose, but still gave him one hell of a nosebleed. Vrases at that moment felt all the anger well up inside of him, wanting to do nothing but break his old mans back and crush him...But he couldn't. if he was found to be an orphan he'd be sent to one of those damn orphanages or worse; found of murder of his father he would become an avoxe....Shuddering a bit against the weather, he walked over to the left of his home and grabbed the sharpened woodsman axe, putting it on his shoulder.
His house wasn't exactly the farthest home away, nor was it along; he lived in a nice sized community, not quite too separated like a lot of people, so his dads actions probably wouldn't go unnoticed. Everyone around here knew that his dad could get violent...Didn't mean they would do anything to stop him. Vrases was his son, and standing as large as he was, his old man was like him back in his days; too large to mess with and too damn violent to confront him....they had long ago decided that what went on in their home was their business. As he walked over to loading station for the mill and leaning his head back in an attempt to staunch the bleeding, he felt the anger and hatred for the man bubble underneath his skin at the indignity of it all. He had to put with this man for only 8 more months...and then? "im free" he thought to himself. turning on the nearest tree, he struck at the base of it as hard as he could, releasing the tension that he had held onto. The axe buried itself a good deal into the large oak tree as he stood there shaking with rage as the anger began to seep out of him. Glancing around to make sure no one had seen him lose his cool, and hopefully he hadnt missed anything, he struggled for a minute to get the axe out of the tree, cursing himself as he did so for being so stupid.
After getting the axe out, he walked over to the mill and clocked in; it was 5 in the morning and he had an early shift to work on before school. Sighing, he went over to his partner of the day, mike, and readied himself for the work; his job today on the shift was to lift the tree and carry it to the loading area for it to be cut; one of the more physically taxing jobs of the mill. Setting down the axe to the side, he crouched down and lifted the first part of the large Syracuse tree and exhaled in effort as he did so, not looking forward to the next three hours.
Breathing heavily as he walked out triumphantly of the loading area of the mill, he walked next to mike and some of he other guys, drinking his coffee and smoking a quick cigarette; he didn't really smoke em, but hey it had already not been the best of days. Grabbing his bag from his work locker, he shouldered it as he rolled down his sleeves as he walked over on the way of school, taking a drag from his cigarette and blinking slowly as the smoke swirled around him and he brushed away more dried blood and wondering how he was gonna hide this massive bruise on his face that the old bastard had given him.
His house wasn't exactly the farthest home away, nor was it along; he lived in a nice sized community, not quite too separated like a lot of people, so his dads actions probably wouldn't go unnoticed. Everyone around here knew that his dad could get violent...Didn't mean they would do anything to stop him. Vrases was his son, and standing as large as he was, his old man was like him back in his days; too large to mess with and too damn violent to confront him....they had long ago decided that what went on in their home was their business. As he walked over to loading station for the mill and leaning his head back in an attempt to staunch the bleeding, he felt the anger and hatred for the man bubble underneath his skin at the indignity of it all. He had to put with this man for only 8 more months...and then? "im free" he thought to himself. turning on the nearest tree, he struck at the base of it as hard as he could, releasing the tension that he had held onto. The axe buried itself a good deal into the large oak tree as he stood there shaking with rage as the anger began to seep out of him. Glancing around to make sure no one had seen him lose his cool, and hopefully he hadnt missed anything, he struggled for a minute to get the axe out of the tree, cursing himself as he did so for being so stupid.
After getting the axe out, he walked over to the mill and clocked in; it was 5 in the morning and he had an early shift to work on before school. Sighing, he went over to his partner of the day, mike, and readied himself for the work; his job today on the shift was to lift the tree and carry it to the loading area for it to be cut; one of the more physically taxing jobs of the mill. Setting down the axe to the side, he crouched down and lifted the first part of the large Syracuse tree and exhaled in effort as he did so, not looking forward to the next three hours.
Breathing heavily as he walked out triumphantly of the loading area of the mill, he walked next to mike and some of he other guys, drinking his coffee and smoking a quick cigarette; he didn't really smoke em, but hey it had already not been the best of days. Grabbing his bag from his work locker, he shouldered it as he rolled down his sleeves as he walked over on the way of school, taking a drag from his cigarette and blinking slowly as the smoke swirled around him and he brushed away more dried blood and wondering how he was gonna hide this massive bruise on his face that the old bastard had given him.
