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Jul. 17th, 2006 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anonymoose_auYes, fic by me...I feel accomplished, a little drabble for my 88 Table!
86. Choices
Choices…
I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over Hill Valley, of course, it was nothing like the Hill Valley it used to be. Small, idyllic, everyone knows everyone else. Thick black smoke wafted by and it was only because of double glazing it didn’t penetrate the entire room.
My ankle ached and I rubbed it, I wasn’t too worried I had suffered worse.
I was more worried about Marty…I hadn’t seen him in so long, not since he was sent away. I was surprised to see him…after everything he’d said to me. I thought he’d made his choice.
So when Biff’s bully boys brought him in, unconscious I was stunned, but still I was so happy to see him. He’s my son after all…even after everything.
I don’t know why he was back, or why Biff’s boys had knocked him out (they probably didn’t need a reason), but when he awoke he was so confused, and when he spoke to me it was with none of the venom he had two years ago.
It was so normal to try and calm him down, just like when he was a little boy…
Just like when his father was still alive.
Marty had confused me when Biff had left…yelling at me for leaving George to marry Biff. Was that what he had always thought?
Perhaps, but why he asked me where George was…he knew where he was, why did he make me say it? Was it not enough for him that Biff threw it in my face whenever he could?
Even fifteen years ago I could mock Biff…with all his wealth and prestige there was really nothing threatening about him, not with George. But when George…died…and I married Biff…choose to marry Biff to support my family…it was very different. I suppose I knew what I was getting into, I certainly didn’t think Biff would be a model husband! But I didn’t expect him to take it out on my children. The very reason I married him in the first place… Was that where my choice had got me? Had got us?
David…my eldest had ended up a drunk…just like me, I suppose, but no-one would support him. He wandered the streets, bumming off drinks…the only reason he wasn’t arrested was Biff. He did it…as a favour to me, he claimed.
Linda…my only daughter, apple of George’s eye, didn’t drink…she shopped and gambled and smoked…if she couldn’t afford it, she would steal it…But she had credit cards…given to her by Biff, yet another favour.
And Marty…two years ago…I still couldn’t bear to think of it.
Biff would hold it over my head… if I ever tried to leave he would take away the little he’d given David, Linda and Marty and they’d all be jailed. Then he mocked telling me how the children had brought it on themselves. And what did I expect, considering their pathetic, son of a bitch of a father?
But I couldn’t help wondering, with the way he had brought them up had Biff really given them many choices.
Well, that was fun. I'm also going back over the old![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
backtothefanfic challenges because I only did two before I got totally lazy and neglected to do any of 'em! Of course, I do have my BTTF Sims, which sort of counts, or at least that's my story. :OP
Speaking of Simmies, I wanna go play them now! Although I was thinking of going for a walk first (seeing as I haven't looked at the second hand bookshops for a while) and Cold Case isn't on tonight.
So off I go...!
Feedback welcome.
86. Choices
Choices…
I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over Hill Valley, of course, it was nothing like the Hill Valley it used to be. Small, idyllic, everyone knows everyone else. Thick black smoke wafted by and it was only because of double glazing it didn’t penetrate the entire room.
My ankle ached and I rubbed it, I wasn’t too worried I had suffered worse.
I was more worried about Marty…I hadn’t seen him in so long, not since he was sent away. I was surprised to see him…after everything he’d said to me. I thought he’d made his choice.
So when Biff’s bully boys brought him in, unconscious I was stunned, but still I was so happy to see him. He’s my son after all…even after everything.
I don’t know why he was back, or why Biff’s boys had knocked him out (they probably didn’t need a reason), but when he awoke he was so confused, and when he spoke to me it was with none of the venom he had two years ago.
It was so normal to try and calm him down, just like when he was a little boy…
Just like when his father was still alive.
Marty had confused me when Biff had left…yelling at me for leaving George to marry Biff. Was that what he had always thought?
Perhaps, but why he asked me where George was…he knew where he was, why did he make me say it? Was it not enough for him that Biff threw it in my face whenever he could?
Even fifteen years ago I could mock Biff…with all his wealth and prestige there was really nothing threatening about him, not with George. But when George…died…and I married Biff…choose to marry Biff to support my family…it was very different. I suppose I knew what I was getting into, I certainly didn’t think Biff would be a model husband! But I didn’t expect him to take it out on my children. The very reason I married him in the first place… Was that where my choice had got me? Had got us?
David…my eldest had ended up a drunk…just like me, I suppose, but no-one would support him. He wandered the streets, bumming off drinks…the only reason he wasn’t arrested was Biff. He did it…as a favour to me, he claimed.
Linda…my only daughter, apple of George’s eye, didn’t drink…she shopped and gambled and smoked…if she couldn’t afford it, she would steal it…But she had credit cards…given to her by Biff, yet another favour.
And Marty…two years ago…I still couldn’t bear to think of it.
Biff would hold it over my head… if I ever tried to leave he would take away the little he’d given David, Linda and Marty and they’d all be jailed. Then he mocked telling me how the children had brought it on themselves. And what did I expect, considering their pathetic, son of a bitch of a father?
But I couldn’t help wondering, with the way he had brought them up had Biff really given them many choices.
Well, that was fun. I'm also going back over the old
backtothefanfic challenges because I only did two before I got totally lazy and neglected to do any of 'em! Of course, I do have my BTTF Sims, which sort of counts, or at least that's my story. :OPSpeaking of Simmies, I wanna go play them now! Although I was thinking of going for a walk first (seeing as I haven't looked at the second hand bookshops for a while) and Cold Case isn't on tonight.
So off I go...!
Feedback welcome.
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