Healing Cousin George 2
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Synopsis: | Grief stricken following the death of his wife and with a young child. Alex goes to help his cousin look after the child and hopefully get his life back on track what happens next could not have been expected. |
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Crossdressing / TV
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Living With George
With the weekend almost upon us I expected another bout of drinking from
George and I was not to be proved wrong. George left early that Friday
morning for work. I had a slightly longer lie in than normal and woke
just after nine when I heard Melissa cry, grabbing my dressing gown I
padded next door to her room and lifted her up to sooth her. "There there
little one," I said as her sobbing subsided leaving the room I took her
downstairs sat her in her chair while I preceded to make her something to
eat. Flicking on the kettle for some hot water to make myself a coffee I
finished off Melissa's breakfast and began to feed her, she was a good
kid as far as feeding was required no dramatic stunts or refusals she
just sat back and lapped up anything you gave her. Breakfast over I took
her back upstairs with me and popped her on my unmade bed she crawled and
giggled around as I pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, fastening
the jeans I noticed that I was loosing weight all this running around
after Melissa and skipping meals to look after her was having its effect
on me as well so grabbing a belt slipped it through the belt loops and
pulled it tighter I must have lost a good inch of my waist I thought as I
picked her up again and headed downstairs with her once more.
In the living room we had our usual morning ritual of her crawling around
playing with her toys and me. This usually lasted for around an hour
before she tried her self out and had a nap till lunchtime, sure enough
the usual pattern evolved and by just after eleven she was sound asleep
in her buggy in the kitchen while I tidied up. After lunch and a walk in
the buggy down the farm tracks to watch the cows in the field we headed
back to start preparations for dinner.
I fixed us some food and kept back some for George hoping that he would
come home to eat but half expecting that his first port of call would be
the pub and not here. Me fears turned to truth as by mid evening he had
not returned as I put Melissa to sleep for the night there was still no
sign of him. I flicked through TV channels till I found something to
watch and settled back to watch the late evening movie. Shortly before
eleven I could here the sound of a vehicle approaching walking to the
porch I could see two people in the land rover as it approached the house
and parked.
Pete stepped out of the driver's side and nodded to me. "He's had a bit
of a skinful," he said moving round the car to open the passenger door.
"I thought I'd better drive him home, he was in no fit state to do it
himself," he continued.
"Thanks a lot," I said as I helped him get him out of the car and towards
the house, inside we dropped him on to the couch.
"Eh I better get home," he said.
"Ok you live far away?" I asked.
"Couple miles, just the other side of the village."
"Well look take the landrover and drive yourself home, he's not going to
need it tonight," I said nodding in George's direction.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah it's ok," I said.
"Well I suppose because were working in the morning again, I could bring
it back then," he replied.
"Well that's settled then, look thanks again for bringing him home."
"No problem just get him sober," he said picking up the keys and heading
out the door before I heard the landrover drive off into the night.
George grunted and I went over and put on the kettle boiling some hot
water, I made a strong mug of black coffee and brought it back to him,
shaking him I said, "Here drink this," putting the mug to his lips and
tipping some inside a small trickle ran out the side of his mouth.
"Why the hell are you doing this George?" I said in a stern voice.
"You're going to loose everything if you don't stop, Melissa the farm,
everything," I repeated, making him drink some more. I could see the
start of a tear form at his eyes.
"Missss her soo mush, why she have to die," he said in sobs and drunken
slur as he finally held the mug himself and drank some more.
"I know it's hard," I said. "But you need to pull yourself together for
Melissa," I said sternly again.
"Missss her whant her bach so mush," as he continued to cry.
"Look let's get you to bed," I said taking the coffee mug from him and
putting it on the table. I gripped his arm and helped him to his feet
staggering slightly till he got some sense of balance; we walked slowly
up the stairs me gripping one side of the banister rail while he gripped
the other. We reached his room and I edged open the door with my foot as
I helped him inside. Easing him down on the bed I took off his jacket and
loosened the front of his shirt while he struggled with his belt buckle,
shirt off he leaned on my shoulders while he kicked his trousers down his
legs with his feet till he stepped out of them. "Right sleep," I said as
he slumped back in the bed and covering himself with the duvet, I picked
up his clothes dropped the trousers on the chair and took the shirt with
me putting the light out as I left. Downstairs I dropped the shirt in the
laundry basket and ensured that the outside door's were locked before
putting the kitchen light out and climbing back upstairs to bed, deep in
thought as I went.
George was up and gone by the time I rose the next morning tending to
Melissa I made breakfast and then took her a walk in her pushchair this
time I had packed a small lunch for both of us and headed over to a small
lake which had a picnic area attached where several fishermen were busy
already trying to catch trout. Taking a seat with the buggy I watched
them fish from the edge of the lake while another sat out in the middle
of the calm water in a small wooden boat. We spent about and hour sitting
staring idly into space me teasing Melissa from time to time with my
fingers while I sat deep in thought about George and his problems. He was
still so cut up over Grace's death but what was I to do, he had to pull
himself together maybe Amanda would do the trick but then Debby had been
so sure that she was just a gold digger and would probably pack Melissa
off to some boarding school at the first available opportunity. No there
had to be another way but how, I thought as I started the trek with
Melissa in the buggy back to the farmhouse.
Saturday night followed a similar pattern, I was learning now not to
prepare any dinner for George so after me and Melissa had a light dinner
and she was settled for the night in her cot downstairs I curled up on
the sofa in front of the roaring coal fire to watch some TV. By eleven
o'clock I was beginning to drop off as the fire died, so carefully
picking up Melissa I switched off the lights and carried her upstairs,
depositing her in her own room I moved along the hallway and walked into
my room, undressing I slipped under the covers and flipped on the reading
light, I had only read about a chapter when I dozed off. I'm not sure how
long it was but I was awoken by the noise of a car roaring up our
driveway. My book still open at open at the place where I had dropped of
I lifted it closing it and placing it on the bedside table I got up and
crossed to the window pulling back the curtain slightly I peered outside.
A car was visible in the weak light from the porch I could see George
step out moving unsteadily round to the other side he leaned towards the
open window a woman's face appeared and there lips met , lingering for a
minute before he stood up and walked drunkenly to the door. I let the
curtain go and returned to bed, sounds of him banging around downstairs
as I settled down to go back to sleep.
The next morning George was ill, Pete appeared to collect him for work
and I apologised. "Yeah he'd had a skinfull when I saw him last night,"
Pete said.
"I'm really sorry," I said.
"It's ok there's not much to do today I just need to see to the cattle,
can do that myself," he went on.
"Ok and thanks again," I repeated closing the door before returning to
Melissa. Mum and Dad were coming over later today for a visit so I tidied
up and changed Melissa into a new dress before changing myself and having
a shave. Shortly before midday I heard their car pull up, George had
still not surfaced as I opened the door to welcome them.
"Hi Alex how's it going?" Dad asked.
"Ok, eh George is in bed ill," I lied as the stepped inside, a knowing
look being drawn by my mother as she sat down on the settee. We made
small talk around Melissa and how well she was looking, how was I coping
with her etc.
"How about we all drive into Kilmarnock for lunch?" Mum asked.
"Eh I suppose so, I'll just see how George is," I said as I moved towards
the stairs.
George was still flat out as I crossed the room picking up the discarded
shirt and trousers as I went towards the bed. Emptying the pockets I took
out his rather bulging wallet and some coins the other pocket had a comb
and a piece of glossy paper in it, looking down I saw the remains of a
ripped open condom packet, stopping, I dropped it.
"Well it looks like Amanda got lucky last night," I said to myself as I
bent to retrieve it. Walking the last few paces to the bed I shook George
lightly. "George were going out for lunch," I said as he stirred.
"Ehh, eh what?" he mumbled.
"I said were going out for lunch, I'm taking Melissa with me, ok?"
"Eeh yeah," he said turning over his face burying in the pillow.
"Ok see you later," I said walking to the door and closing it. Back
downstairs I deposited the clothing in the wash basket and carefully
disposed of the condom wrapper in the bin before my parents could see it.
"You ready?" a call came from the lounge.
"Yeah," I said entering the room and reaching for Melissa I put lifted
her and her collapsed buggy.
"Let's go then," Dad said.
"George still not well," then Mum asked with a touch or sarcasm.
"Eh, eh no still a bit under the weather", I said as we stepped outside
and into the cool afternoon sunshine.
Conversation was slow over lunch with updates on what was going on at
home how Ashley and Megan were getting on, how work was going for my
parents, and information on the usual local gossip. With our meals over
dad went to the toilet and to get another round of drinks.
"It's not going well Alex," mum said hitting me with a direct question as
soon as he left his seat and was out of earshot.
I hesitated. "Ups and downs," I said. "Weekends are the worst, he's not
too bad during the week now only a couple of drinks a night but its binge
drinking at it's worst at the weekends, plus he's got some tramp running
around after him" I blurted out."
"It needs to stop Alex."
"Yeah I know but I feel so sorry for him," I replied. I continued,
"Melissa's great I'm so attached to her now."
"But your not her parent, Alex, George needs to be responsible for her,"
she said with an edge.
"Yeah I know but I don't know what else I can do he misses Grace so
much," I stuttered.
"Well you need to think of some way of getting him to overcome his
problems," she said as Dad approached with our drinks.
"I'll try," I said.
"I know you will dear," she said.
For the rest of the lunch I was distracted just how was I going to heal
George.