How could such a cute, innocent boy be stuck here working for my hellish Dad? And he didn’t look any older than 12 or 13. But I could see straight over the top of his head he was that short.
His spotless skin was brown enough to make me think he was probably Thai or Malaysian. He was definitely Asian with jet black hair and equally dark cute eyes. While he was cramming down the biscuits, I got a closer impression of him. He was so hungry, he didn’t even care that his hands were foamy and wet. He took it off me, putting down his sponge. “Here you go looks like you might want these!” I offered him the plate. He seemed surprised to see me, but he was glad it wasn’t my Dad. It was already getting dark and he was still hard at work. Dad was busy on the phone to his “business partners”, so I snuck out of the front door. I gave it a couple of minutes before deciding to give him a couple of biscuits and a drink. Looks like I’ll have to find another way of knowing person X. “Never you mind!” Nice talking to you too. Dad started ranting about last time and then came storming back in. He turned up after the silent dinner on the doorstep and he and Dad just walked back out into the driveway. It’s Monday now, and I’m back from school doing my usual thing: coursework till dinner, then ad lib from then on. For the rest of that day I was too sick to do anything. I knew that Dad had divorced Mum, but I never thought he’d even be interested in that. Even then, his van was fine, spotless in fact! But then it got worse: “You know what that means don’t you! Get in the back!” I couldn’t believe I was seeing my own Dad throw a boy head first into the back of a van.īy the noises and movements that came next, I knew what evil my Dad was doing. But I’d never imagined that he’d hire a boy to do his dirty work for him. “Look what you’ve done! Exactly, nothing!” I never realised that before, Dad always used to take his van to the garage to be cleaned. But my fears were realised when I heard Dad shrieking at him:
For all I knew, at the time he could have just cycled into our gate by accident. There he was a Chinese boy was standing on our drive.įrom up in my room, there wasn’t much to tell. When I looked out of the window, I was he wasn’t alone. Obviously Dad hires people to work him at the company, but I’d only just found out that he hires a boy right here at home, merely to wash his van! I was just doing my coursework in my room, when I heard my Dad shouting. I hated the guts out of the man, but I could never do anything about him! Never have I seen a man with a combination of flab and muscles. Sadly, his physicality goes hand in hand with that too. Thinks because he’s got loads of money, he can buy off anyone and anything he can. Basically he’s paid ridiculous amounts to drive up and down the country with people’s stuff and fucks anyone on the way. So he bribed off the solicitors, my Mum’s never allowed to see me again and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with just super van man for company.ĭad’s got this stupid haulage company.
evil rich twat? Something along those lines. The gist of it is Dad divorced Mum a while back now. OK, maybe I should start explaining a few things. It was bad enough to start with, how could he possibly have made things any worse? I knew it would go wrong from the moment it started.