Elekid's hysteria
Submitted by Halo on 2002-10-21 06:02:56, Monday
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Still not doing to well in understanding an 18yo's paranoia of being trapped in a 12yo's body & a 12yo's mind doesn't help me sometimes. The first rule of detective work is not to let the person you are following know your following them. The second rule is TRUST NO-ONE, as Mulder says. Broke both of them I'm afraid. At snooker on Saturday, someone I trusted to get information from Elekid for me, informed him of my questions. He came back to the table in anger demanding why I knew where he lived (as if it was a matter of national security). "Who gave you the address!!!" "You did. I've seen it twice now, when you got out your payslip, don't worry I'm not going to use it, visit it or write to you etc & besides I don't even know the house number, there could be 50 houses in that street." "You've really done it now, I'm gonna tell my Mum & Dad everything about you, oh yes, your in deep ship now. And I'm gonna get my step-brother (who doesn't exist, explantion later) to beat the crap out of you". I look at him, slightly alcoholically intoxicated, showing him my caring face & how "scared" I'm supposed to be I don't really know! His threats of violence to me are about as scary as Jason Vorhees with a feather. I try my best to continue the game, but fouls continue & the score which failed to matter any more adds up & he gives me a sound 60point thrashing. We approach the bar where the bar-tender, my spy, looks at us sitting apart from each other says "have you two had a fight, ahhh". I look at him with scorn in my face saying to myself, that El's got every right to be pissed with me. I decide to let him go his way. He leaves, hovers around the door & returns (cause I didn't follow him out). El & the bar-tender start a playful word fight with each other "faggot" (El) - "gay-boy" (bt) - "c-sucker" (El) - "Hustler" (bt) (winning 10 out of 10 for that one) - bt adds "Besides your too young for me cause you look like a boy". I add "bt only likes men with big muscles & hairy chests" - hmmm, thinks Bt & goes to serve another customer. This time El leaves & I go with him. The temper has calmed down a little, but I'm not impressed. "Cause you've upset me you can buy me something" - What the "f", I walk off into my venue & to the back office & talk to my trusted female Sv, who insist that she wants to tell this BOY what she thinks of him, treating me like this after everything I've done for him. I emerge & we leave the venue, without buying anything. "Why did you walk off - wanker, thats what I'll call you wanker." - I'm still not impressed. We proceeded to the sports field, where a lot calmer Elekid, hands me his bike, jacket, keys, watch etc, to look after whilst he plays soccor. He hasn't forgotten anything, but I phone Sv to let he know that he still wants me around him, despite what's happened, I'm so confused. He bangs his hand on the wall during the game, but his cries for sympathy go unheard as he strongly holds his hand in pain. We go to the nurse who gives him some ice to cool the wound. We go & park his bike, he screams abuse at me cause I'm too slow. I'm close to anger here, but hold back. He borrowed a shirt of mine, before this all took off & he promises to return it to me later, when he finishes. Later comes, he's true to his word, he phones his mum who tells him he has to meet his brother in town before coming home. I ask him what brother (refering to his alleged step-brother). "What!!! You met him in the arcades, argh. Let me think, I'm not at work tomorrow, so I'll see you for the last time on Monday, it'll be our last day together before our friendship ends." L my trusted friend who knows the bl thing, had another assesment of this kid "He's an attention seeker. At dinner, he tried to get into everyones conversation, cause they were ignoring him (so was I, btw)." So today it is, armageddon. Looking back on an Elekid free Sunday was fantastic, I got rid of all my emotions on Saturday night, spent a great time in Church Sunday & listen to Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory at full blast, letting Chester Bevington scream all the things I want to say to El at the moment. "I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger, sick of you acting like I owe you this, find another place to feed your greed, while I find a place to rest". It felt good. Feelings aside, I could well do without him, financially at least, but that still leaves his problems. P at work is not impressed with my clinging on to El. I'm worried about his future, about his fragile maturity, how he will cope without me, cause I can function quite easily without him (help......where's the VODKA - joking of course, but am I????) Halo |
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