Laying on the dirty mattress and watching the television flash bright colors in the dark. He waits for him to come home. When he hears the door open he calls out, “Daniel, I’ve been waiting.” The boy at the door is sheepish and tries not to make much noise as he creeps across the filthy floor, careful not to make a board squeak. It would be a mistake to wake the other residents of the tiny victorian. The paint in the house was peeling and the boards inside and out were starting to rot. He steps into the room and sits on the floor next to the mattress. The man lying there grunted and Daniel took the money out of his backpack and handed it to him. He turned slightly to count the bills and give him a crooked smirk. This is less than last night. …show more content…
After all I did for your momma you better be grateful that I even let you live here with me. That money doesn’t even begin to pay for her medical bills.” The man wasn’t his father, just his mom’s dirty old boyfriend. Daniel tried to hold back his anger. Momma should’ve never gotten messed up with this moocher but she’d been chained to him. For some reason he could always make her stay with him even after the terrible things he’d done. He’d remind her of the money, and that she needed him. Daniel’s body became cold and he shook with anger. At that moment he realized he was being weak like her. Even at fifteen he could take care of himself and this man was just tying him down. He ran his fingers through his long, dirty hair. Daniel stood up and made for the …show more content…
For all the times he’d tried to escape he’d always come back. This life was an Albatross around his neck and he needed to shoot it down but he never could. He shut the door and ran out of the broken house. Just like that he was alive, feet on pavement and heart on fire, he was running down the lonely street. The block was full of houses like his own, worn down with many crowded residents. Each had their own story and burden. The street lights were a glare in his vision as he realized how cold the night was. It would’ve been a good idea to bring his sweatshirt with but now it was too late. If the man was right, he’d be back by morning. Daniel’s light brown hair was just to his ears and mostly covered his dark eyes. He swept it back behind his ears and felt the first hint of sweat forming on his brown. He picked speed and dug into the cement as he passed the bright lights of the luxury district full of tourist traps and bright neon lights. There were small groups huddled outside the buildings. People were smoking and drinking, Daniel could hear the familiar sounds of the city, the deep voices of men and the high shouts of women calling out to each other. Would he show up to work the next day? Mr. Greenberg probably would probably be disappointed, most people assumed that Daniel was careless and sleazy like the man he lived with but Mr. Greenberg actually took time to learn who he was rather than just assuming. The run was
Also, he would scream during the night. Another neighbor said he called the police and Daniel’s stepfather Marius Krezolek threaten him. This neighbor said Mr. Krezolek appeared as an aggressive individual, who did not speak. One day, the neighbor viewed Daniels stepfather shouting at the builders because of the noise and told the neighbor to make it stop or he would suffer the punishment. A third neighbor, states she is shocked to discover the news of Daniels family.
He is the only one capable of fulfilling his mother's wish. Even Cash is no match at that point. And Darl the observer describes the situation but his words are not useful like actions. This scene testifies to Addie hatred of words and those who use
But one night, drunk Daniel, ‘an accident waiting to happen’ (Page 34), kills two people and paralyses his cousin, Fin. The accident changes everything for the Brennan’s. For Tom to become an object of hatred and the fact that it was all caused by his brother, Daniel, whom he obeyed and followed like an idol, is tough for him to deal with. What makes it even worse is, his mum is still stuck in her own agony and is of no help.
The desolate Autumn evening had arrived. After hours had passed, Tom arrived home. He thudded up the stairs, stumbling into the freshly painted pearl white coated walls of their bedroom. Daisy was indeed unimpressed with his manner. However, she continued as though she was unaware of his evident drunken state and pretended to remain in a deep sleep.
As I arrived at the house, I noticed that the father was not home. Margaret, Cedric, and Ladreka was at the house; Margaret was sitting on the floor with her head in her hands and the kids were running around playing. Entering the door, I noticed how angry Cedric looks as he is chasing his sister. Ladreka seems to not want to be bothered by her brother, but Cedric continues to chase her around the house as he is trying to slap and kick her. I also noticed how worn out and drained the mother looks as she is sitting on the floor.
“So, what was life like before you met me?” Theodore asked Frank. Frank as very careful to only tell him about the last year or so of his life but didn’t mention anything about his old life. Frank stuttered “I-I was alone. Le-ft to die.
It is even worse that he feels so desperate to take from his own children. Now they will have a harder time getting out of their living conditions. Rex will do anything to fulfill his thirst for alcohol and cigarettes, even if it means to just bluntly ask. With her mother and older sister gone, Jeannette had to try and control her father and take care of the rest of the family. “‘Hon, I need some money,’ he said.
And Michael says, “No, a bed.” When Michael responds with that simple three-word sentence, his facial expression portrays a sense of embarrassment. As Leigh Anne asked Michael the question about having a room to herself, she at first chuckled, but then her facial expression proceeded to take a three hundred and sixty degree turn when Michael said that he had never had his own bed. The change in her facial expression allows the audience to comprehend and paint an image in their head about what Michael’s home life looked like in the past. They may imagine Michael sleeping on the floor or on the side of the road.
March 17, 1838 Dear Diary, Today while sitting in the crispy cold weather, with the clothes that now resembled rags, I sat pondering my life. My face now covered in the unpleasant texture of dirt and smut from the factory; now appeared to have become a part of m. My hands disarrayed and my cracked hands bandaged lay tight in my lap and now mirrored my life. I haven’t any parents to speak of so I found myself this alley where I write to you. Not far from work I await the loud bell to alarm me of my next shift down at the factory.
For once.(Hinton, 22)”. Seeing that his mother was at the hospital but not wanting to see her proves that even in his worst state he knows that she does not care for
When his father would step in Dave’s mother became worse with her actions and words. Dave’s father was stripped of his right to be a father and an authority figure. Dave state that his father once told him, “…Damn it boy, we don’t need anything that will make her more upset! I don’t need that tonight.” From this statement we are let to believe Dave’s father was emotionally worn out and knew that fighting and disagreeing with his wife accomplished nothing but more abuse from the mother towards himself and Dave.
“The cabin now seemed to be the center of the boy's life. It seemed to stand halfway between this snowbound creek valley and the train station in Chicago. It would be his cabin soon” In the story “Walking Out” David, the main character, goes through a life changing from the start of the movie. In the beginning, he was quiet, jumpy, and seemed to be bored of camping and didn't really want to go, while at the end, he was calm, more composed, and had destined to survive this trip and own the cabin.
Finally, when they reached the cabin, they went inside, the door creaked as Salem's light brown palms rubbed against the old steel knob. Once she got inside, the little house opened up, revealing a small bed covered in
He couldn't change the fact of what his mother did but he didn't need to blame it all on her either. It was hard for him not to but as soon as he got home I’m sure that he hugged her neck and didn't think once about the
there was no obvious reason why it was even arising in the first place. I turned the golden-painted knob on the bedroom door and cracked it open. From what I could see, it looked like no one was in the room, until I noticed something odd on the bed. There was a large bulge in the otherwise neatly laid-out sheets as if something were underneath it. I eased into the room, my fingers lingering on the door frame before I finally obtained to courage to let go.