Domestic Dispute

[Cashy]

City Suburbs.

8 in the evening.

(listen to this for dramatic effect http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5U9Oo2THZpc)

 

The sun is setting, and the rain clouds form, the street is alive from the arguing coming from no. 23. What the young couple are arguing about is unknown. Mabye a credit card bill, damage to possession, damage to their home, or is she pregnant? It's unapparent. The noesy neighbours look on in disgust as Liam Niall grabs his jacket and keys. A tear drops from his eye. His distraught girlfreind and fianceé bawls and errupts into a cry.

 

Out in the street, Liam advances to his car, unlocking it. Neighbours are in their doorways looking on in disgust at Liam. Their disgusted, biased expressions bounce of Liam, as he becomes emotionless.

 

Liam drives down the street, and heads for the motorway. As he drives along, he does not concentrate, almost failing to stop at traffic lights. Watching the youths go past, he catches eyes with one of them, somehow.. seeing himself.

 

"It was never me" he thinks to himself.

Regreting what he has done, he prepares to doubleback, but remembers his childhood. His abusive father beating him and his brother, his mother leaving them. Liam was blamed for everything, except the hospitalization of his father. He notices a sign for a hotel, 6 miles down the road. He takes the next exit, entering the motorway. His phone falls out of his pocket, into a space between the center console and his seat.

 

"We'll work it out.. we'll work it out.." he assures himself.

His fianceé rings his phone.

Back in the car, Liam's phone starts to ring. He reaches into his pocket, unable to feel his phone.

He sees the light emitting off his phones display. He reaches down for it. The steering wheel swerves, then so does the car, into a barrier. Liam's car is flung off the road, sending him flying out of his windscreen into a field.

 

He lies there motionless... motionles...

 

7 hours pass, and Michelle Fontainé sits at home, waiting for a call or a sign that Liam is alright. She turns on the TV, and switches to the news channel.

"..And in unexplained news, a black Vauxhall Monaro has been crashed on the M1 Motorway, heading from Essex. The wreckage of the car has been left, with its windsheild smashed, and traces of blood. The imprint from a body impact has been left, but police are still trying to find the possible owner of the car".

[VercettiTheNiter]

Wow this is very chilling and serious. I liked it alot. Two things though: you mentioned his phoned ringing twice, and the youtube video doesn't work. It's fantastic and I hope there's more. I want to know what happened to Liam.

 

[Cashy]

Hey Vercetti, thanks for the reply. This is just a short thing i did for my freind Liam, as hes seen some other work (havent posted on here yet) that Ive done.

 

As for the youtube link, the song is called "All Things To All Men" by Roots Manuva and the Cinematic Orchestra. The correct version is played in the video by emahelena (yotube user name).

 

As for the phone ringing, yeah I see your point :L

 

To sum up, im not qute sure what will happen to Liam... Im considering ideas now.

 

Thanks for the cookie!

[Cashy]

City Suburbs.

Ten-ish pm.

The baby cries, aching for attention, or quite possibly a nappy changing. Either way, the baby comes first, not from the little domestic that she and Liam had -- "Oh God!" she thinks to herself, remembering the news report.

"Must think posotive, hes probally fine" she thinks to herself.

She goes to check on the baby, who needs it's feeding.

"...And in recent news, mystery surrounds the fate of Liam Niall, the owner of a black Vauxhall Monaro that crashed off the M1 into a field. There are signs that he has been injured, but no body has been found" reports the news caster. "Liam was last seen at the traffic lights opposite the Texaco petrol station, almost failing to stop at a red light. We will keep you posted on this story. The stocks are doing well today, with the NASDAQ doing.."

Michelle grabs her phone, and dials.

 

The other end picks up

"Heya babe" the girl on the other end greets.

"Hey Michelle, look, I need you too look after Charlie" Michelle requests frantically. "Can I drop him at yours?"

"Yeah babe, goes with out saying" Maria replies, settling Michelles worries, at least for baby Charlie.

Frantically grabbing Charlies night bag, she places him in the baby seat, and rushes out the door, leaving it ajar.

She presses the disarm button on her Mercedes key fob, she focuses on her bright Pink Mercedes SL, rushing in her high heels to the passenger side, opening the door, and securing baby Charlie in the seat. She rushes to the drivers side, pressing the remote start button, and speeding off.

 

13 minutes later.

Same suburb.

A black Ford Tranist comes speeding around the corner, the side door opens. Our beloved protaganist Liam, is thrown out of the van, and onto the cold, unforgiving drive outside his house. Gathering enough energy, he manages to bring himself to his feet, and stumbles up the steps, trying to balance himself on his front door (but it being ajar) he falls straight through. His blurry vision is clearing, his mind is becoming more focused...