His father is actually a very kind and generous person (so says richard), it's just his father had been employed at a law firm he loved working at for over 20-30 years and just didn't know how to handle the grief of it that night.killer-corkonian said:Holy shit. That guy's dad is a fucking asshole. Also, what the fuck did his mum do? Just look out the window and say "Bit nippy."?!Suiseiseki IRL said:Probably my last moment was when my friend had to hole up in my house for a night a few weeks ago.
It was some time in the wee hours of the morning and my boyfriend and I were about to call it a night when we hear the doorbell ring. So I put something on and head downstairs and open the door to find it was my friend Richard on the porch with a ripped up shirt, soaked to the bone.
Apparently his father had been laid off from work that day and decided to spend the day at the bar, then came home just as everyone was getting ready for dinner and started making an ass out of himself. Richard stood up to him and told him to go upstairs, wash up, then go to bed. His father didn't take to kindly to it and forcefully tossed him out the door, locked it behind him, and gave him 30 seconds to leave before he would call the police. The neighbors wouldn't take him in either as they didn't want to become targets in this. So without a cellphone, money, a car, or anything else, he sets out to try and find the only person he knows isn't hostile or fervently neutral in this situation. Me.
Richard has no idea where I live, though he is armed only with the knowledge that I live within a 2 mile radius of his house. He decides that he is going to go up and down every street and knock on every door to try and find my house, in the freezing, pouring rain. This goes on for about 7 or 8 hours until by luck he happens to stumble upon my house, tired, cold, and hungry (as he hadn't had lunch that day and dinner was disrupted before it began).
After making him some dinner I tell him to go wash up while I unlock the guest room and get it ready and fetch him some fresh clothes. That morning I wake up early to make breakfast.
Richard was damn lucky that my parents were off in Davis till the next day. Had my father answered the door he would have told him that nobody by the name of Susan lived in that house.
And as for the mother, I think she didn't want to do anything that would bring any more attention to Richard and just hoped he would find a place.