Oof)
At some time around ten, Alex's father came home.
You're telling me I woke up from the dead 270 years in the future (O/O) OPEN
Alex was already in a kitchen, finishing up dinner for his dad when he came home. The slam of the door had him wincing.
"Alex…!" His father bellowed in a drunken bumble. "Alex, git here!"
Alex sighed quietly, slowly making his way to his dad, “Yes, Sir?”
"Why aren't you in bed?" He slurred, "Disobedient," he laughed cruelly, "Like your mother."
He winced, “I made you dinner, I was going to go to bed right after, I swear it.”
"Swear it? What're you cooking?" He replied, strings of oily hair across his face. He'd been in a slow downward spiral for almost five years now, physically and mentally.
Alex swallowed, “Ch-Chicken fried rice.” He replied, looking down at his feet.
"Lemme try." His father growled.
Alex quickly hurried off, grabbing a bowl and placing a serving into it. He hurried back, handing his dad the bowl and trying not to shake.
He picked out a piece of chicken with his bare fingers, taking a bite of it, and flicking it at his son's face.
Alex winced a little, but didn’t dare move anymore then that.
"Go to bed." His father spoke gruffly, heading for the sofa.
“Yes Sir.” He mumbled, heading for his room.
Silence trailed behind Alex, heavy and thick.
Alex slowly climbed into bed, sitting under the covers for what felt like hours, awake and hopeless.
A hard thunk smacked against his window.
Alex jumped, head snapping to his window. Cautiously, he walked towards it.
A European Starling, a blackbird common in cities, laid on its back in the grass, stunned.
Alex tilted his head to the side a little but opened his window to help the bird.
It was breathing, albeit quick and startled.
Alex slowly picked it up, stroking it gently.
The bird laid limp in his palm, but its spindly legs continued to flex weakly.
He stroked it gently, glancing at his door to make sure his dad wasn't going to suddenly show up and punish him.
Luckily, he could hear his dad eating in his own room. The bird twittered quietly from nervous fear.
( AH WHY WONT It LeT mE EdiT tHE TitLE )
(Ooftttttt, sorry I was inactive today, been busy but I'm on holiday now!)
Alex shushed it softly, telling it that it would be okay quietly even though it probably didn't understand.
That's ok!)
Yes, it continued to stress out. But thankfully it was unable to struggle, else it would hurt itself more.
With one hand, Alex crawled out his window, shivering at the cold.
Even though it was upwards of fifty degrees in the summer night, the wind and oncoming rain lowered it to the forties. Chilly compared to the blazing days.