Sheldon

SHELDON


Twelve-year-old Sheldon Paxton got up at 6:30 every morning. First he would go in to the washroom and wash his face and then put on his overly thick glasses. He then ran downstairs and put a load of laundry in the dryer. His Dad's lunch was next as Sheldon was hurrying around 7:00am to get this done before his father got up. He took out a couple of steaks for super and then began to get dressed. It was around this time that his father Lester got up. Sheldon resembled his father in many ways. Nose, hair and hands were probably the most noticeable. Les got up and immediately went to the shower with the sound of the pot of coffee brewing.
"Sheldon?" he spoke in concern "The coffee is done"
Sheldon heard his Dad. He always did. His voice seemed like and endless song that would never get out of his mind. The shower stopped and Les put on his bathrobe and came out to the kitchen. His coffee was made and on the table beside the newspaper.
"Is my lunch made?" he asked his son who was busy pealing potatoes.
"Yes Dad" he replied, "It is in the fridge."
Les continued to read the paper and baby sip his morning coffee.

Les got on his police uniform and was just about out the door at 8:00am. He turned to Sheldon who was at the table eating breakfast.
"Remember what I said Sheldon" he said in a stern and usually squeaky voice "Nobody is aloud in this house do you understand."
"I know Dad" Sheldon answered
"Make sure supper is ready when I get home or your going to be in trouble!"

"How was you Dad last night?" Sheldon's best friend Ricky asked him on you way to school.
Sheldon lifted up his shirt and showed his freshly bruised shoulder.
"Does that answer your question?"
"Your Dad is such an asshole"
They both turned down the street that leads directly to their school.
"I'm going to get out of there" Sheldon said scratching his blond hair "I gonna run away Ricky I swear it."
"You can live with me" Ricky replied smiling.
"Ya right" Sheldon laughed "He would kill me if he even caught me hanging around with you"
"I don't understand why he hates me so much?"
"He hates everyone but Sherri"
Ricky patted him on the shoulder.
"Maybe if your old man goes out tonight we can play hockey or something?"
"Sure"

Les got home at about 5:45pm that night which was his usual time. He was not alone. Les had his girlfriend Sherri with him. Sheldon was boiling the potatoes and frying the steaks. He always got nervous like a kid going up in front of a classroom full of kids when his father got home. Les took of his hat and put his Billy club on the bench beside the coat hangers. Sherri was right behind him.
"Hi Sheldon" she spoke in a sexy voice.
"Hi" he replied quietly.
"Supper almost ready?" Les asked with jagged green eyes.
"Almost"

They all had supper together and Sheldon did the dishes and put them away. The night moved on deeper and at around 10:30pm Sheldon went to bed. He had trouble sleeping. In the next room his father and Sherri were loud. They were having a wild sex session. It seemed to cave in the walls. Sheldon started to think of his Mom. She lived in Niagara Falls in a small apartment in a bad area. The last time he seen her was two years ago. She was drunk and she had gotten him drunk for the first time. He was only ten years old. It was a mess. He puked all over this drive way and all over his mother's living room. She didn't care because she was past out. He never really thought about his mother very often but only when he was really bored. He couldn't sleep and finally after an hour of loud moans and groans from the other room the noise stopped and Sheldon went out to go to the washroom. The light was on but he needed to go bad so he decided to go anyway. His father's light was out and both of them were probably asleep. He pushed the white door open and standing there in the bare flesh was Sherri. She had large breasts with big brown nipples. Shaved pubic hair and one nice ass. Sheldon's throat shot up to his mouth. Sherri's eyes popped out of her head. This was the first naked body he had ever seen in his life. She must have been combing her hair because she was standing by the mirror. She screamed very abruptly and short at he stop of her lungs. Les leaped out of bed with his boxer shorts on and dashed to the bathroom were he saw his son standing there in awe at his girlfriend's naked body. Les's face turned an angry red.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?"
Embarrassed and scared Sheldon simply replied, "I don't know"
Les clenched his fist and walloped him in the side of the head. Sheldon hit the ground like a ton of bricks.
"You little pervert!" he screamed as he kicked his son repeatedly.
Sheldon's glasses had flew off of his head and landed somewhere in the living room with was connected to the bathroom. Les stopped kicking and stomped down the stairs and to the basement. Sherri walked over to Sheldon's body on the ground with a towel wrapped around her body.
"Sheldon?"
No reply.
"Sheldon?"
"Uhhh…what happened?"
Les came back up stairs with both hands occupied. In one hand was his nightstick and in the other hand was the one thing that his son feared the most. It was a small four by four foot cage that was intended for a dog. It was Sheldon's punishment. He seen it and backed away.
"No Dad please" he cried and tried to fight.
It only infuriated his father more has he grabbed Sheldon by his blond hair and dragged him into the cage. Not once but twice he cracked him in the ribs with his Billy club.
"You'll stay in here until morning!" Les yelled as he wiped the mountain of sweat from his reseeding forehead.
"Why are you doing this Les?" Sherri cried.
Les turned to her with his bulky frame and his intimidating eyes.
"Stay out of this Sherri" he said as his moustache quivered awkwardly.
Sheldon shook the cage, which had been locked by his father. Les turned his attention back on his son.
"If I hear you at all tonight, you will be in here every night after school forever"
Sheldon was quiet and never shed a tear.

"I'm leaving tonight Ricky"
"Where are you gonna go?"
"To my Moms"
Sheldon and Ricky sat in the cafeteria and ate their lunch. Sheldon had the plan in his head for a while and knew that now was the time to act on it.
"How in the hell are you going to get there?" Ricky asked with a full mouth.
"With my Dad's car" Sheldon smiled.

He got home a little later that evening. Les was on the couch biting his toenails and watching television at the same time. Sheldon was also in the living room waiting for his father to fall asleep. That time finally came and he went downstairs and grabbed his extra set of car keys off the hook. In the garage, was his fathers pride and joy. His 1979 firebird, black and gold. If Sheldon were ever caught touching it he would be in the hospital. He pushed the button that activated the automatic garage door and went inside. His Uncle Dave had taught him how to drive when he was eight and Sheldon was a natural. He got in the car and sat for a second. There would be no turning back for him now. He started it up and the engine was quiet. Les still snored away on the couch. Slowly the firebird pulled out of the driveway with twelve-year-old Sheldon behind the wheel.

He arrived at his mothers about forty minutes later. His Mom lived in a very ratty and dirty brown building. Hoping she was home, he parked the car and honked the horn hoping to get her attention. Nobody looked out her window so Sheldon got out of the car and made his way into the building. A voice of young couples fighting and beer bottles breaking echoed the halls. It also smelt bad, like rotting bodies or something Sheldon dissected in science class. Finally after three flights of stairs he arrived at her door and knocked twice. A small squirrelly man answered.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Is my mom here?"
"Who are you?"
"Sheldon"
The man closed the door and came back but this time with a blonde lady. She was slightly over weight, missing her two front teeth and looked twice her age. She recognized him right away.
"Sheldon?" she cried.
He nodded. She embraced him with at big hug and took him inside the apartment.
"This is my son," she said to the man who originally opened the door "Sheldon this is my boyfriend Jon"
The both smell terribly of booze. Jon took a drink of his beer and then shook his hand. His mom could not stop hugging him
"How did you get here?" she asked him.
"My Dad's car" he replied knowing that his mother would not care.
"This is my son, this is my son," she repeated hugging him over and over again with bad booze breath.
Jon looked at her with drunken eyes.
"He's not staying here Joanie," he whispered in her ear.
"Of coarse he is" she answered and pulled a beer out from the fridge. She handed it to Sheldon and he took it.
"Little young to be drinking don't you think Joanie?" Jon sipped on his own beverage.
"I'm twelve" Sheldon said attentively.
Joanie his mother smiled and wiped the drool from her mouth.
"Let's go into the living room"
As the night continued, Joanie and Jon got drunker and drunker. By 10pm Jon was almost passed out with his brown mullet flinging on his shoulder. Joanie was snorting a line of cocaine on the coffee table. Sheldon was listening to the radio. Jon noticed something about him. One of his fingers was missing.
"You only have four fingers," he said to Sheldon in amazement.
"I was born like that" he replied.
Jon looked at Joanie who was on her eighth line of cocaine. Her nose was powdered white and she was smiling wildly.
"I was the first person in Canada to have this kind of surgery" Sheldon piped up and continued, "I was born with a dead finger"
"A what?"
"A finger without a bone" Sheldon when on "So they removed it and shifted all the other ones over"
"That's fucked up!"
Jon started to get the spins and got up of the couch.
"I'm gonna be sick" he announced and ran to the bathroom.
Sheldon and his mother laughed. She looked at her son. He resembled her in many ways. The blond hair, chin and eyes. She fixed up another four lines of cocaine and looked back a Sheldon. She handed him the straw.
"Here sweetheart" she said, "You try"
Sheldon hesitated for a minute and then took the straw. It burned his nose as it went up his nasal passage.
"That burns" he said with watery eyes.
"I love you Sheldon" Joanie said barely keeping her eyes open.
It was then the door smashed open. Three police officers stormed in. One was Les. All three had their guns in the air.
"FREEZE!" he yelled.
Jon was still vomiting in the toilet and Joanie had her hands up in the air. Sheldon pissed himself. He had never seen his father so mad in his life. They dragged Jon out of the bathroom. Les approached his ex-wife.
"What the fuck are you doing with my son," he screamed at her.
"He is my son too!" she fought back standing up.
"You're a fucking junkie!"
She spit in his face. Les closed his eyes and then wiped it away. He put his gun down and pulled out his nightstick.
"You asked for it" he said and then started to beat her continuously. Sheldon stumbled towards the door but was stopped by the two other police officers. They looked the other way and let Les do the damage. Sheldon was red faced and ready to throw up.

One year passed. Sheldon was now thirteen. The routines were the same. He was still his fathers slave. He had grown very accustom to being with himself. He rarely went outside except to go to school. He spent endless night thinking of his mother and wondering where she was or if she was even alive. There was literally no moment when his father was in a good mood since that night at his mothers. He had abandoned his friend Ricky and now felt trapped, that was until his Dad began to take the night shift.
Les had a collection of rifles downstairs in a case. He used to have them upstairs but he moved them after Sheldon continuously touched them when he was a toddler. He also had lots of explosives such as C-4 and dynamite locked up in a giant wall unit downstairs and Sheldon knew where the key was. Sheldon had been contemplating suicide for a while now but he could not deal with the fact that he hade to pull the trigger. He hated his father and that is what is was all about. He knew that night that Les was at the police station doing paper work. The isolation and torture had taken their toll on Sheldon and he knew what he had to do.
He waited until an hour after his father went to work and then went to the bathroom. He used his Dad's straight razor to shave his all ready short hair down to the nub. He cleaned his glasses and went downstairs to the basement. Science was Sheldon's favourite subject in school and he had been reading and studying explosives and the destruction they cause. The key to the ones Les had was under the carpet by the spare bed in the basement so he grabbed it and opened up the cabinet. It was littered with small gas cans, sticks of dynamite and all kinds of other goodies. Sheldon took his school bag and loaded it up with them. The phone rang. He stopped. It rang and rang and then finally it ended and he continued. He then opened the rifle cabinet and grabbed a small one from the rack. Remembering the time his father taught him how to shoot at the ranch were they had a cottage almost made Sheldon change his mind. Then he thought about the time when Les tried to drown him in the lake that same year and went back to his job. He shut of all of the lights with his rifle in one arm and a bag full of explosives on his back and went out the door.
Les was typing up paper work frantically on that cold November night. The wind was so brisk that he was actually happy to be inside. His Captain came and knocked on the door of his office.
"Have a good night Les," he said "I'm outta here"
Les put his hands through his curly brown hair.
"Ok"
The station was quiet but not empty and just across the street was thirteen-year -old Sheldon with his green jacket, gym bag, rifle and shaved head.

Sheldon saw that a couple lights were on in the front of the station and since it was located right in the heart of the downtown area he decided to go around to the back. About five or six police cruisers were parked in the lot. Like a cat he pranced over to the back wall and put down his backpack. He opened it and pulled out a c-4 and nuzzled it the bush on the right side of the building. A large cop came walking and talking out from the back door and Sheldon ducked behind a tree. The officer got into his car and drove away so Sheldon continued. He slowly crept over to the left side of the building were the holding cells were and planted a c-4 in the window. He placed one more by the steps at the side of the station and stopped close to the front. There was a light on in the window he was standing under and in that office was his father. Sheldon pulled out his controller that connected to the c-4 bombs and put it in his pocket. Then he walked up to the front doors of the station and took out a stick of dynamite from his gym bag. He lit the end and walked in through the front doors. A secretary was sitting in the enclosed both with the light on, Sheldon walked in and her face dropped. Shaking a bit he dropped the dynamite stick and darted out the doors he came from.
Les finished up and put his jacket on to go home when he heard an ear-shattering explosion coming from the ground floor of the station. He quickly grabbed his gun and ran out of the office and down the stairs.
Sheldon dove behind a bush as the chaos went on. He took out the controller from his pocket and pushed the red button. The right side of the building blew up on to the road. The alarms went of wildly and people started running out of the back door. He pushed the button again and the backside of the station exploded killing two black officers instantly. Les haled down the stairs and found the secretary on the floor in pieces. Her head had been blown almost to the back washrooms. Pointing his gun in panic, Les spotted a body outside beyond the fire and the carnage.
Sheldon ran across an almost zero traffic road and pushed the button one more time. The holding cell wall collapsed and half of the prisoners were crushed to death. Sirens were going, alarms were sounding and Sheldon began to run.
Les ran out through the broken glass of the front door and spotted the short and still unfamiliar figure running in a panic down the street. He had the gun extended out in front of him and was ready to shoot.
"HOLD IT!" he screamed.
Sheldon stopped for a split second and turned around. Les recognized him. That nose, that body and those glasses were vaguely familiar.
"Sheldon?" Les said to himself in complete shock.
Sheldon stuck up his rifle and fired at him almost losing his balance in the process. Les ducked and then went to his knees. Sheldon continued to run until he was out of site. Les got up off the ground, ran to his car and speed out of the demolished police station.

The house was it's usual quiet self. All of the lights were out except for the back porch with was always on. Les parked the car in the driveway and got out. He opened the door and went inside the house.
"Sheldon?"
No answer.
He saw a gym bag on the ledge in were he stood. He looked up in to the kitchen and nobody was there. It was dark and very hard to see. Les took a couple steps up the stairs when he heard a noise coming from the living room. It might have been the T.V. but to be sure he turned the kitchen light on and walked into the living room. Sheldon was sitting on the couch with the rifle in his hand watching television.
"What's going on?" Les asked puzzled.
Sheldon smiled, "Just watching some tube"
"What are you doing with my gun?"
"Slow night at the station?"
"You didn't answer my question"
Sheldon got up and pointed the rifle directly at his father and Les started to sweat and swallow pretty fast.
"It's over Dad"
"What's over?"
Les took a step back and Sheldon took one forward. The gun was almost implanted in his chest.
"I'm not going to live by your rules anymore" he said feeling very intimidated even with a firearm in his hand.
Sheldon blinked and looked down for a split second and Les swatted the rifle away from his chest, grabbed his son and threw him by the collar to the other side of the room. Sheldon quickly crawled to his bedroom and locked the door. Les smashed his foot against it but Sheldon had installed the deadbolt the night before with out him knowing. Les went down to the basement.
"I'm gonna get you Sheldon" Les's voice was continuously haunting. He came back up and this time with a crowbar.
Sheldon stayed, breathing heavy against the door. His dad was coming.
"You better open up boy or it's going to be worse than it has to be" Les continued "Do you know how many people you injured tonight?"
Les got to the door and began to pound on it with the crowbar. He kept pounding and pounding but the door wouldn't budge and Sheldon did not come out.
"Fine" he said "If you won't come out of there then I will just blow you out of there"
He went to the back porch and grabbed the gym bag full of explosives. Quietly this time, he knocked on Sheldon's door.
"I got your little bag of goodies you stole off me"
Sheldon thought for a second and then reached into his pocket and pulled out the controller for the c-4. There was still one left in the gym bag. The red light on it was flashing which meant it was ready to go.
"Ok Dad" he replied, "I'm coming out"
Les dropped the bag beside him and waited. Sheldon smiled, ran to the window in his bedroom and opened it up. He got half way out and then looked back.
"Come on boy" Les panicked "Get your ass out here"
Sheldon pushed the button. The bedroom door exploded and the flames pushed him out from the window to the sidewalk outside. His Dad shattered like glass into pieces. Sheldon was flat on his face on the sidewalk. Les' s arm fell beside him not too long after, then a foot and then a couple fingers. He got up off the ground with all of his neighbours watching and the police sirens in the distance. Out of instinct he ran to the garage got into his father's 1979 firebird and took off out the driveway. Destination: Unknown.



THE END