Ted Headman's Christmas
Chapter Two: Up and At 'Em
Copyright © Over Productions. All Rights Reserved.Somewhere in the numbed recesses of Ted’s barely-functioning brain resounded a voice. A vengeful, foreboding, angry voice. A voice that, over the years, Ted had grown to hate with every fiber of his drug- and alcohol-ravaged being. It was the voice of his father.
"Ted," rasped Mr. Headman hoarsely, "Get up! Get up!" He punctuated each word with a swift kick to the back of Ted’s swollen, unwashed neck.
The volume of Ted’s father’s voice increased. "Tragic wastrel!" he moaned as he grabbed Ted’s limp body with his hard-working Presbyterian hands.
Ted’s eyes opened and he regained partial consciousness. He stared up at his father through an alcoholic stupor.
"Get outta here, Dad," he mumbled. "You suck."
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