Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 22:13:30 GMT -6
William Graves was beyond tired as he more or less fell through the door into his home. His multiple jobs ensured that he never slept longer than a few hours at any given time. They would start in the earliest of hours in the morning, then end in the latest hours of the evening, giving him enough time to come home, and eat, and sleep, then rise to do it all again. He also did not know the meaning of a weekend or vacation—those were for only his superiors and the executives at Crown Corp. Today was no different than any other day.
His wife met him at the door, helping to undress him from his rigid police uniform that doubled as a protective suit, not unlike a bulletproof vest. She rubbed his cheek and kissed him softly on this lips. "It's okay, love," she whispered as he began to drift off already in her arms. She had made him a quick microwaved dinner, as it was all she had time to make and all he had time to consume.
He ate quickly, trying to make as much time for his children as he could. Graves did not want to be like his father; instead he focused all his attention to giving his children the life they deserved: a beautiful home in North Valentine, the best things he could buy for them, and of course the best schooling. He didn't want them to end up like their dear Dad, who never knew whether today would be his last day.
Then after playing with them for the little time he had, he ushered them off to bed, making sure to tuck them in and kiss them goodnight, watching them fall into a deep slumber, and eager to start the next day. Graves on the other hand was never eager for the next day. It would always be more bullshit than he needed and more bullshit than he could take, but he'd take it anyway because he needed the money.
He'd sometimes talk to his wife his frustrations, but she knew it well too, since she worked the same way. She held a multitude of jobs as well. In turn, she would vent her frustrations to him. But in the end, they ended each night the same way, a loving kiss good-night, an "I love you," and "We'll find a way."
His wife met him at the door, helping to undress him from his rigid police uniform that doubled as a protective suit, not unlike a bulletproof vest. She rubbed his cheek and kissed him softly on this lips. "It's okay, love," she whispered as he began to drift off already in her arms. She had made him a quick microwaved dinner, as it was all she had time to make and all he had time to consume.
He ate quickly, trying to make as much time for his children as he could. Graves did not want to be like his father; instead he focused all his attention to giving his children the life they deserved: a beautiful home in North Valentine, the best things he could buy for them, and of course the best schooling. He didn't want them to end up like their dear Dad, who never knew whether today would be his last day.
Then after playing with them for the little time he had, he ushered them off to bed, making sure to tuck them in and kiss them goodnight, watching them fall into a deep slumber, and eager to start the next day. Graves on the other hand was never eager for the next day. It would always be more bullshit than he needed and more bullshit than he could take, but he'd take it anyway because he needed the money.
He'd sometimes talk to his wife his frustrations, but she knew it well too, since she worked the same way. She held a multitude of jobs as well. In turn, she would vent her frustrations to him. But in the end, they ended each night the same way, a loving kiss good-night, an "I love you," and "We'll find a way."