(Note: the story contains references to violence, death and casual homophobia.)
[Names
have been changed.]
Who are you?
Me?
Who else is in the car?
...um, I'm not anyone important.
But you've heard of the Conleys, right? Geraldine and Allan? I'm their son.
Oh, them. ...you don't look
like their son would.
Adopted.
Ah.
I'm not sure there's anything
left but a name that keeps us related, not anymore. You know, I never actually
thought I'd do this. I'd wanted to get away for years now. Only seriously
considered it two weeks ago. Just... never mind.
How old are you?
Twenty in March. Don't laugh
at me. I wanted to go to uni straight after school. But that was such a mess that Mother
was too worried about me. She didn't think I could cope with it. She
might be right. But I couldn't stay at home any longer.
Why?
Why what?
Why wouldn't you cope?
I don't know, too many
people, too much pressure, apparently I can't take care of myself. They both
say I was never quite like everyone else, but not in a bad way, of course. One
day I asked why they just said the word 'autism', or maybe get diagnosis which
would let me get the support to 'cope'. But Mother never liked to be
straightforward, just thought giving a word to something made it worse. I have
to settle with being 'different' and 'alternative'.
Been there.
That's what she said the day
she found out about, you know, the whole thing. Dad too. A long chat about
'suspecting something for a while' and that I shouldn't take things the wrong
way because 'we love you anyway' and the problem 'absolutely wasn't to do with
living a particular lifestyle'...
Oh Lord.
I know.
Don't turn on the
radio.
Sorry.
It's fine. It's just I
don't feel like music right now.
This time of night it's the
news.
Even worse.
We might find out what
happened to him.
I doubt it. Face it, he's
nobody to them. Not when what's his name's dead. You know the one.
Yeah.
He had a wife and kids. The
youngest saw him die. Apparently she wouldn't stop screaming.
It's weird, isn't it?
Everyone always says, after some kind of trauma, the morning where everything
was still alright feels thousands of years ago. But to me it feels have a
second ago. It's hasn't really sunk in yet. That's what I'm scared of. I don't
know what I'm going to do.
I'm scared too. I'm so, so,
so scared. He was my best friend since we were five.
Don't talk about him like
he's dead.
He could be. He could be
dead already-
No. He only got taken for
information, didn't he? He's brave. He can get through what ever is going to
happen to him. I just know.
Are you saying that to
reassure yourself?
...
I'm sorry.
....Where
are you driving to?
I'm getting out of London.
Towards Essex.
Do you think anyone's chasing
us?
This isn't some movie. I'm
nobody too.
...Do you have a family?
I've got Mum and Dad and my
little sister. They live up north, I'm not going that far. This isn't leaving
him behind, but that would be.
We''ll get him back. If he
doesn't get out himself.
We're going to bloody well
try. I know you think you know everything about him, but you don't.
I don't know anything about you.
I'm God.
Hilarious.
For now, I'm the Driver.
Let's leave it there. I don't have much backstory. This is probably the saddest
thing that's ever happened to me. What about you? Who are you, the you without
parents?
I don't really know. I was
only parentless, at the home, as a really little kid. I've never really been
interested in finding my 'real parents'. The funny thing is, before getting
involved in politics and all, my dad ran a little pub north of Cardiff. We
still owned it until a couple of years ago. It burnt down.
Lovely.
We got all the drama hushed
up, though. That's a whole other story. At that time, I only had one friend. I
don't think I have any left now. Zach was beginning to get on my nerves anyway.
What did he do?
He just kept making fun of
me, you know? He just kept talking so much about some girlfriend I never met. I
think he made her up, actually. Just made me feel bad about not having one. You
know, I like girls as well, but Zach didn't believe me- I don't know, something
about one or the other.
I understand.
He...told. I guess it was my
fault for telling him.
Oh.
...
You know Max talked-talks
about you all the time?
No.
Yeah. When did you meet
anyway?
New year's eve. I worked at
the Waterstone's and was the only one left there. It wasn't even late. I was about
to close then he walks in. Tipsy already.
I remember.
I thought he was really
annoying, at first. I told him to leave. He does. Few days later comes back,
says sorry, we're on good terms from then on. Friends even. And... yeah. I
never lied about anything to him- not about who my parents were. He didn't lie
to me either.
But this all happens
because your parents don't approve?
...in a way.
That's not normal.
I know. I think half of it's
come about because Mother doesn't want anyone to know how she treats me. It all
causes each other.
A vicious circle, maybe. A
self fulfilling prophecy.
Yeah...have you worked out
where we're going yet?
I think so.
Where?
You like the sea? Max will
know. It's somewhere for emergencies. I suppose this applies. Pretty sure most
of the people who got out of what just happened are on their way.
I suppose that's good?
Well, we'll be better off
there than where Max is.
...
You all right?
I think the shock is sinking
in, that's all.
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