In following with tradition, I thought I should put something up. I know this is a bit late, but I've been struggling a little with illness, so I hope you'll forgive me.
This isn't from right at the beginning, so not it might not all be clear. It's also only at first draft level, so I know it's several layers of crap.
A quick warning: this might be a little triggery for some people, so...
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One perk of the new position was he didn't have to take his uniform off when he went home. The salute from the junior constable who stood at the pod station was nice, too.
Not everything had improved. He hadn't moved out of the lower levels. There was talk about better accommodation, but it would take more of his benefit. Anyway, the job was temporary. He'd be moving soon, right? Yeah, right. He'd just been asked to cover more shifts, perhaps take charge of one of the research groups. As always, he'd said yes.
And, it just kept getting better. His neighbour was coming up the avenue. As usual the sneer was on his face. Cal walked by. Somehow, he managed to keep his head up.
Alice was outside when he got home. He smiled at her, and she turned her head away. Not quickly enough.
"Are you all right?"
She mumbled something; Cal thought it might have been: "We'll be fine." She turned more. "Abi, come on inside, love." The little girl, barely more than a toddler, stood in the small garden, watching. She looked scared. Dried tears had been cleaned from her face, leaving her cheeks smeared and her eyes red.
Cal realised he was only scaring both of them more. "Okay. Sorry." He winced. Why was it he could never think of the words, not until the next day sometimes. And, sorry? Damn, he remembered those words, repeated, repeated. It had never worked then, either.
"Yeah, f**k off back inside, lily-boy."
Cal hadn't seen Rick returning. He must have only been going to the shop. Biting his lip--saying anything would only make it worse for Alice and Abi--Cal turned into his own lawn.
"Don't get your hopes up. He's not interested in you." Rick said. "Abi! You were told to get in! Do it, if you know what's good for you." The girl choked, then ran for the house on short legs.
"Rick don't. You'll scare her."
"She's my daughter, you b***h. I thought we spoke earlier?"
"I'm sorry, Rick."
Sorry. I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again.
Cal didn't realise he'd turned. His eyes weren't focussed.
"Yeah, lily-boy?"
"What is your problem, Rick? Does picking on those smaller than you make you feel strong?"
There was a feral gleam in the other man's eyes. "You're smaller than me. Maybe you should watch your mouth. Your uniform don't mean nothing down here."
He was right. Cal was smaller, by a head, and slighter. Even if he was no weakling, Cal was no fighter. That flashed through his head, but was crowded out by his anger. "Picking on little girls, your own daughter? Leave them alone, Rick. Maybe the uniform means nothing to you, but I could still talk to people."
"The big man, eh? I don't think so. How'd they ever let you in, with your father?" Rick crossed the small lawn.
"Rick, leave him, he's not worth it."
Cal stepped forward. "My father was scum, just like-"
Cal never saw the punch coming. He saw the next one, but it was too late. He'd folded over from the blow to his solar plexus. It connected with his temple. Lights exploded. His neck burnt. Cal put out a hand to stop himself hitting the floor, but it was too late. The knee caught him in the side. The last of his breath expelled. A heavy work boot drove into his ribs. There was red as another, or the same one, smashed into his nose.
From somewhere, someone shouted. "Rick! Stop it! You're killing him!"
There was a tooth on the ground. Where'd that come from? He tried to get up, dizzy, but something pushed him down again. His interface said something about an urgent message, disaster. He couldn't focus. Light faded...
This isn't from right at the beginning, so not it might not all be clear. It's also only at first draft level, so I know it's several layers of crap.
A quick warning: this might be a little triggery for some people, so...
***********************
One perk of the new position was he didn't have to take his uniform off when he went home. The salute from the junior constable who stood at the pod station was nice, too.
Not everything had improved. He hadn't moved out of the lower levels. There was talk about better accommodation, but it would take more of his benefit. Anyway, the job was temporary. He'd be moving soon, right? Yeah, right. He'd just been asked to cover more shifts, perhaps take charge of one of the research groups. As always, he'd said yes.
And, it just kept getting better. His neighbour was coming up the avenue. As usual the sneer was on his face. Cal walked by. Somehow, he managed to keep his head up.
Alice was outside when he got home. He smiled at her, and she turned her head away. Not quickly enough.
"Are you all right?"
She mumbled something; Cal thought it might have been: "We'll be fine." She turned more. "Abi, come on inside, love." The little girl, barely more than a toddler, stood in the small garden, watching. She looked scared. Dried tears had been cleaned from her face, leaving her cheeks smeared and her eyes red.
Cal realised he was only scaring both of them more. "Okay. Sorry." He winced. Why was it he could never think of the words, not until the next day sometimes. And, sorry? Damn, he remembered those words, repeated, repeated. It had never worked then, either.
"Yeah, f**k off back inside, lily-boy."
Cal hadn't seen Rick returning. He must have only been going to the shop. Biting his lip--saying anything would only make it worse for Alice and Abi--Cal turned into his own lawn.
"Don't get your hopes up. He's not interested in you." Rick said. "Abi! You were told to get in! Do it, if you know what's good for you." The girl choked, then ran for the house on short legs.
"Rick don't. You'll scare her."
"She's my daughter, you b***h. I thought we spoke earlier?"
"I'm sorry, Rick."
Sorry. I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again.
Cal didn't realise he'd turned. His eyes weren't focussed.
"Yeah, lily-boy?"
"What is your problem, Rick? Does picking on those smaller than you make you feel strong?"
There was a feral gleam in the other man's eyes. "You're smaller than me. Maybe you should watch your mouth. Your uniform don't mean nothing down here."
He was right. Cal was smaller, by a head, and slighter. Even if he was no weakling, Cal was no fighter. That flashed through his head, but was crowded out by his anger. "Picking on little girls, your own daughter? Leave them alone, Rick. Maybe the uniform means nothing to you, but I could still talk to people."
"The big man, eh? I don't think so. How'd they ever let you in, with your father?" Rick crossed the small lawn.
"Rick, leave him, he's not worth it."
Cal stepped forward. "My father was scum, just like-"
Cal never saw the punch coming. He saw the next one, but it was too late. He'd folded over from the blow to his solar plexus. It connected with his temple. Lights exploded. His neck burnt. Cal put out a hand to stop himself hitting the floor, but it was too late. The knee caught him in the side. The last of his breath expelled. A heavy work boot drove into his ribs. There was red as another, or the same one, smashed into his nose.
From somewhere, someone shouted. "Rick! Stop it! You're killing him!"
There was a tooth on the ground. Where'd that come from? He tried to get up, dizzy, but something pushed him down again. His interface said something about an urgent message, disaster. He couldn't focus. Light faded...
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