Sinking of the Caldorna Redux

The Beginning of the Fate

I know it's a strange site. A 6'3", 35-year-old, black hair, aa muscular country boy from Ireland in the city of Boston Massachusetts. You usually see the typical clean-cut, business suit, 6' guys walking the streets on their 9-5 jobs. But here I was, Connor Vachon in the busy and crowded streets of Boston with people and cars boxed up like soda pop lined in a box. I worked at the Union Oyster House on Union Street. Since I was living with a cousin until I could get a house I walked to work because I couldn't afford a car. For now, I was walking home, I looked at my watch, it read 4:37 pm. "shit" I uttered. I was late coming home to make dinner. My cousin didn't cook I did, he usually gets grumpy if he doesn't get his dinner by 4:30. I started to walk faster-pushing past people, getting a few "watch it asshole" from the surrounding men. I ignored it and continued walking. I soon got to the apartment on 55 Lincoln street. I walked inside the duplex and instantly heard the yelling and babbling of my drunk cousin "why are you late!?" he said with slurred speech. "Sorry, work held me late," I said in a bit of an annoyed tone. Even though I was new to the city I was not a shy guy. "well get cooking I'm starving!" he proceeded to throw a beer bottle at me I dodged it. "why don't you cook for yourself?" I muttered under my breath walking to the kitchen. He was lucky I loved cooking for it was my passion in life; to be a head chef in my own restaurant would be amazing. I used what we had in the cabinet. At least, the little we had because my cousin hadn't gone shopping, and it would probably become my job soon enough. I was able to put together some spaghetti and meat sauce with tap water. "dinner!" I called in the best cheerful voice I could. "yeah yeah I'm coming." was the response I got from him in slurred speech. He got up. He was a 5'3" man with scraggly hair and a full beard. He was fat as well at least 270 pounds. Every time he or I would go grocery shopping, he'd eat half the food like he hadn't eaten in weeks! He sat down at the wooden chair screamed under him barely holding his weight. "eat up. I hope water..." he cut me off "it's fine Connor thank you" he proceeded to eat like a hog. I just shook my head and ate like a normal human being. He finished in 2 minutes scouting the fridge and cupboards for another beer. I sighed and told him in a grumbling voice. "there's no more beer. You drank it all remember?"
"well, why didn't you get anymore!? You could've gone to the store!" he yelled in his drunken voice. "Because I would've been late coming home to make you dinner!" I growled back. "don't you snap at me. You should know I'm providing you a home!" I rolled my eyes, chuckled then muttered out "Not a very good one at that." After cleaning up dinner I went upstairs to my part of the house. The house was old and would be been beautiful if the landlord kept it in good condition. Wallpaper peeling, water damage, rats, and broken appliances. It was a shithole if I've ever seen one. I went up to the creaky and broken stairs to my bedroom which was the only comfortable part of the house. I kept it up. Cleaned, new wallpaper, new floorboards, new furniture, etc, etc. I liked it because I could escape from the drunk hog that was my cousin. I could read my books in peace and write my own stories with almost no bother. Except for the occasional snapping of a rat trap. I put my bag from work down on my bed and changed out of my work clothes into a T-shirt and knickers. Soon after I let the words from my mind flow through the pen onto paper. I treated the pen as an extension of my arm as if we were one. The pen seemed to be the only thing that calmed me. I always had a heightened temper it felt more animal-like than my friends. They would always say to me. "Connor, I swear, there's something inside you that just ain't right." We'd always laugh it off, but deep down I knew something was wrong with me. I just didn't know what! I had gotten good at pushing those feelings down and I was able to control my animalistic tendencies. In the meantime, I would write away my troubles. All my pain or at least push it down deeper for it to boil.