Disclaimer:- All characters, names, places, scenarios are complete fiction.
I have been told my punctuation is rubbish, I try but I am not an English teacher nor an accomplished author, I didn't even pass my English exam at school, so if you expecting a perfectly punctuated story, I suggested you don't go any further, if you aren't bothered, please read on, hope you enjoy it.
My name is Daniel Andrews, I am just a run of the mill 22 year old computer engineer, much to my mothers and fathers disgust, they wanted me to follow in their footsteps and into the family firm. They are both Doctors in a small country practice, with its own pharmacy run by my older sister.
Mum and Dad are in their 60's, dad is about 5ft 10in of medium build and in my opinion is a selfish bald headed old git.
Mum is a 5ft 3in bottle blonde battle axe, with not a good word to say about anyone, she looks an anorexic model without their good looks.
Kate, my 31 year old blonde sister is very much a mini mum, apart from she has some tits, not big, but at least she has some. I know because I walked in on her once in the bathroom, she screamed, I just laughed turned round and left.
That wasn't the last of that encounter, as normal I tried talking my way out of it, it was an accident, she hadn't closed the door, it wasn't locked, but I failed miserably.
The argument culminated with me finding out I wasn't wanted, according to my mother, she was staring at my dad as she screamed "when I found out I was pregnant, I shouldn't have listened to you, I should have aborted the fucking perverted waste of space."
This was obviously news to me and to my sister by look of shock on her face, which then gradually turned into a smile. I just looked at my father who said fuck all, so I said "fucking great to know thanks," and walked out.
This was pretty much our family life, constant little arguments between mum and dad, with my sister always on my mothers side. I tried to avoid them like the plague, no good ever came of me staying in the room, as it usually meant I got blamed for something, without ever taking part.
All they ever talked reasonably about was the practice and the pharmacy, things like, should we do this or add this to improve our services to the community, to their credit they did like to look after those they cared for.
I spent as little time as I could in the family home, a five bed house with the Doctors practice etc attached. Luckily for me I could spend most of my time at work, walking buster our dog, or if it was daylight and not raining, I was on the golf course, if all that failed I took refuge in my room.
My father also likes to be out of the house as much as possible, he is also a member of the golf club, but I hardly ever see him there. He would leave the house with his clubs, his car was in the car park, but I never saw him on the course.
I never went in the club house, so he was most probably in there keeping out of the way. Not that it bothered me, in fact I was thankful he never asked me to join him for a round.
Mum, if not at work was normally found at home, or in the town shopping for clothes and to feed her shoe fetish, she literally had dozens of pairs, much to dads annoyance. Kate, fortunately for me was married, but lived only 200 yards away. She seemed to spend more time with us than with her husband Mike. Another reason why I had a tendency to avoid going home.
Maybe some on this was my own fault, I wasn't much of a mixer, I had been a loner at school and never bothered with girls, too shy for my own good. I don't drink, well don't is the wrong word really, I can't drink, just one reacts with the medicine I take for my stomach problems and makes me violently sick.
My work colleagues tested me on it one lunch time, as they thought I was lying, they had to apologise when I spent most of the afternoon in the loo, throwing up.
It hasn't always been that bad at home, when my sister wasn't there, we got on better, mum and dad still argued but it never involved me.
Like I said earlier my sister was married to Mike, who she was always arguing with, It seemed to me as if her marriage was a disaster from the beginning.
She thought she would be in charge and he thought he would. Neither of them would give an inch, it took 3 years for her to eventually kick him out. Trouble was she couldn't afford the mortgage payments, so they had to sell up, at a loss as well, which went down like lead balloon. She expected him to take the loss, even though he had paid the 10% deposit, her logic was she was losing the house not him, as she had to kick him out because he was unreasonable prick, she deserved more, not half.
The atmosphere in our house just about changed overnight, from sometimes amiable, back to always confrontational, mum and Kate versus all comers.
Arguments over what we ate for every meal, why was the skinny milk in the wrong place in the fridge. Who had eaten the strawberry yogurt, that was her favourite and was hers.
Ok I will admit to doing both of those just to wind her up. What we watched on the tv, sport and documentaries were a definite no, animal programmes only if it was dogs, all replaced by her bloody reality tv shows.
Her latest attempt to try and ruin what little social life I had, was she thought I should help in the pharmacy as I finished at 2pm, no mention that I started at 7am and leave home before she even thinks about waking up, never mind getting up.
Mum tried to persuade Dad to force me to do it, as I downright refused to help, I had my job she had hers, besides that I wasn't going to be her cleaner.
Dad for once ended up on my side, but it took some persuading on my behalf, I had actually won one, at least I thought I had.
Her revenge was to convince dad to change my prescription medication, I had been on the same medication for 9 years, it kept me stable. According to her, there was a new product on the market, which was cheaper and it would do the same job. It had more benefits, I would only have to take it once a day at night, mainly because it could make you drowsy and not three times a day before meals.
That was one good thing, it would also save money. Dad got me to try it but it left a bloody awful rancid taste in my mouth, so I refused, the argument lasted 4 days. Mum and her working on Dad, who was ultimately forced to have a word with my doctor at hospital. He changed my medication, because it saved the NHS money, the massive amount of £1.50 per week.
The first night I took it I slept like a log, something I hadn't done for years, but there was no way I was going to admit that.
I didn't notice any difference with my stomach either, so another plus and something else I wasn't going to admit. When they asked me if I had noticed anything different, I lied telling them the only thing I noticed was the awful after taste it left in my mouth. Their answer to this, was either drink some juice or use a mouthwash, as well as brushing my teeth. I vowed if I die before her, I will come back and bloody haunt her.
Over the next few months I kept out of their way, which was fairly easy to be honest. I was always up and out of the house before they moved.
I started to do my own evening meals, on the pretext of, I didn't see why I should wait till gone 7 every night when they finished the surgery. There was no complaints from Kate as she always made the dinners during the week. Weekends was a bit harder but I usually managed not be be around. I gave up watching the tv downstairs, mum wasn't pleased about that, as she thought it was good family time. Home life had calmed down and I was reasonably happy with it. There was still the odd argument, but I had finally learned is was not a good idea to wind Kate up, as invariably I came out worse off.
I was on my way to golf after work one afternoon, when my dad called and asked me to come and see him in the surgery. Before I went to golf or home, he wanted a private chat. His first bombshell was to tell me he was leaving mum, to be with his lover of some 10 years, Becky a nurse who used to work at the surgery, I did vaguely remember her.
She had been caring for her parents since she left the surgery, they both had suffered with dementia. Unfortunately they had both died within the last of three months. That now meant Becky and him could finally be together as a couple. Something they couldn't do before because of her parents values, they could not condone her bringing a married man in the home, even if he was divorced.
But now as the circumstances had changed he could finally get away from the constant bickering and move in with her.
Then he dropped another bombshell, apparently mum had known about Becky for 8 years. I knew they slept in separate bedrooms, never took holidays together. Which I thought was all because of the practice, but apparently it wasn't, it was because Dad was boning his piece of ass.
He was leaving next weekend and I could visit when ever I wanted. I would always be welcome, which stopped me asking if I could tag along. He wanted me to help him move, but would understand if I didn't want to, as he knew it probably cause me a problem with my sister and my mother.
I didn't want to ask if my sister knew, but I just had to know. According to him, he hadn't told her but thought my mother most probably had, as they were as thick as thieves. Anyway, I still agreed to help him as I thought, I would be out of the house and it could take maybe all afternoon. I got that wrong, helping him consisted of loading his car full stop, 20 minutes tops. What he did get right was the trouble it started, not straight away and I was unaware of it at the time. Trouble is not really the right word, depending on how you look at it, illegal was more accurate.
I was totally unaware of what was happening, until I visited dad one weekend afternoon. I had only been there an hour when my stomach started up, I was having a reaction to the take away I had eaten in town. This happened every now and again, it always seemed random. I always avoided certain foods I knew triggered it, Kebabs was a definite no, along with any type of curry, KFC sometimes caused problems, but I was always ok with burgers.
I had bought a German hotdog with sauerkraut because it smelt so nice and the queue at McDonald's was nearly out of the door, thinking it wouldn't do any harm.
Dad insisted I took my medicine even though I told him it made me sleepy and I was driving. He said "that should only last for an hour or two but I would come round after that." As normal it knocked me out cold for 4 hours, I eventually woke up on their sofa, its was 19.30.
[Dad] "We need to talk Dan, is this what it does every time you take your meds."
[Me] "Pretty much, I just zonk out for about 4 hours why."
[Dad] "Because its not right, there is nothing in it to knock you out like that, drowsiness yes, but that is unusual."
[Me] "Its always done it, from the first week, its not a problem I haven't slept this well for years."
