This is a repost of a story from when I was on here under a different username.
Finally, school was out and college beckoned me, but before that I had six weeks of doing nothing to look forward to...or so I thought.
I walked into the house and dumped my backpack inside the door. I was in a really good mood until I spotted my Mum sitting in the chair. She didn't look pleased.
"What's up Mum?"
Mum looked at me. "Your father is in his study and he wants to see you. Oh and a word of advice Jason, watch what you say as he is in a foul mood."
"What's it all about Mum?"
"Go see your father, he will explain, and just so you know, it's nothing to do with me."
I walked into Dad's study wondering what the hell this was all about. Without looking up at me my Dad said. "Close the door and sit down."
"I have received a letter from the college saying you have refused the place I set up for you. Would you mind telling me why?" He asked me.
"I told you not to bother Dad. I don't want to be an accountant. I said ages ago when you mentioned it not to bother. I want to work with my hands, that's why I signed up for a carpentry course."
"The local college, what the hell can they teach you about accountancy for God's sake? I pulled a lot of strings to get you in there and you have the audacity to turn the place down. What the hell were you thinking of Jason?"
"Dad for the last time, I have no desire to be an accountant. That's what you want for me, but it's not what I want. How many more times have I got to say it?"
"Don't you take that tone with me young man. You will get out of here and make as many phone calls as needed to get out of whatever course you signed up for and then accept the place I reserved for you."
"The hell I will, sorry but this whole thing stinks and I am NOT going to be an accountant." I replied.
"YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!" Dad yelled at me.
"THE HELL I WILL! YOU WANT THIS, NOT ME!" I yelled back as I stormed out of his study.
"GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW JASON!"
"FUCK YOU!" I yelled back as I stormed out of the house.
Mum ran out after me. "Jason, please come inside and talk." She begged.
"Sorry Mum but no way, this is all about what he wants and no thought for what I want. If I could afford it, I would move out right now just to get away from him and his accountancy crap."
"Jason please, for me come back inside and talk it through?"
"Maybe later Mum, right now I need some fresh air and to be away from Dad and his demanding ways."
I watched my Mum walk back into the house, I often wondered what she saw in my Dad. My Mum was beautiful and all my mates said so as well. At forty-two, she still had a great figure with a slim waist and nice hips, a 36d bust and jet black hair. She stood about 5' 6" and probably weighed about 120 lbs. Dad on the other hand was forty-eight and looked ten years older. His hair was mostly grey and thinning. He was overweight and putting it bluntly, not much to look at.
I headed to the local park to see if any of my friends were hanging out there. Finding nobody there that I knew, I sat on a grass bank and thought about how to get out of going to the college Dad wanted for me.
It was late afternoon when I finally returned home. I had decided to just say I wasn't going to his chosen college and that was that. If he pushed it, I was prepared to move out as soon as I found somewhere to stay. My parents were both in the lounge as I entered the house. Dad pointed to a chair and demanded I sit down.
"Now you listen to me and don't dare interrupt me, do you hear me?" I shrugged my shoulders in reply.
"After your outburst this morning I have made a decision. You are going to spend the summer with your Aunt and Uncle in Devon. This is not open for discussion, we will leave here tomorrow."
"But James, you can't send him there." Mum protested.
"I can and I will Brenda. I called them earlier and arranged it all. We leave tomorrow and that's final." Dad exclaimed.
"Okay fine by me, but don't expect me to change my mind about college. If that is what this is all about, you are wasting your time Dad." I snapped back at him.
"We'll see Jason. I reckon a few weeks with your Aunt and Uncle will change your mind."
"James please, don't send him there." Mum begged Dad to change his mind.
"If we are done, then I am going to my room." I said as I walked out of the lounge.
"James, what the hell are you playing at? You can't stand Sandra and Colin so why send Jason there?" I heard Mum say as I walked upstairs.
"Because some time with your sister and her husband will change his mind, they live in the middle of nowhere. He'll get bored and come back here begging to go to the college I picked for him." I heard Dad reply tersely.
"I'm going to start dinner. We will talk about this later." I heard Mum say.
I was getting curious about my Aunt and Uncle. We didn't see them very often and if they ever visited it was when Dad was out. As a matter of fact, the last time I recall seeing them was at my grandmother's funeral a few years ago. I know Mum had been down there to see them for a few days, I got left at home with Dad. He never went with her or mentioned them, so I wondered what the hell he was playing at arranging for me to go and stay with them.
Dinner was a quiet affair with hardly a word spoken, particularly between me and my Dad. I could see Mum was upset about something, I was going to ask her later when Dad was out of the way.
As per usual after dinner Dad went to his study, usually he left the door open but tonight we heard it slam shut. I offered to help Mum tidy up and do the dishes. As we washed up I broke the ice and asked her. "Mum, what has Dad got against Aunt Sandra, and why are you not keen on me going there?"
"Jason, it's a bit involved and I am not sure you are ready to hear it all." Mum replied.
"Mum I am eighteen years old and Dad is sending me to stay with them for almost six weeks. I think I have a right to know."