Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man In A Zombie Apocalypse. Entries 757 to 956

Entry 848: Tuesday 22nd January 2019

Entry 848
Tuesday 22nd January 2019

Kyle and I bumped in Mike today. It was a bit awkward.

After another awkward morning with everyone fighting over the bathroom I went to work, came home and told Kyle that I'd like to spend some time with him. "What for?" Kyle bluntly asked. "What do you mean what for?" I asked, "I haven't seen you in months. You've spent more time with Roz and Leo than you have with me. Don't you want to spend time with me? Are you in a mood with me or something?" "No," said Kyle. "Well then," I said, "Come on. I've finished work. Let's go for a walk." "A walk?" said Kyle. "Yes," I said, "You know. Where you put one foot in front of the other." "Yes Luke," Kyle bluntly said, "I know what a walk is. It's what you take dogs and old people for." "Well shall we go for a walk?" I said, "We can go down by the seafront." "Me and Roz did that yesterday," said Kyle. "Well we could go see Trudy," I said, "She works at Sainsbury's. We could go and see Auntie Meryl. She only lives a few streets away." Kyle shrugged. "Kyle, I'm trying to spend some time with you," I said. "Alright," Kyle said in a huff, "What do you want to do?" "Let's go for a walk down by the seafront," I said. "Fine," said Kyle, unenthusiastically, "I'll get Leo." "No," I said, "Leo can stay here with mum. I want a bit of father son time. Just me and you."

It was obvious Kyle wasn't very keen on spending time with me, but he reluctantly got off the sofa and we walked into Cowes and towards the seafront. On route to the seafront I asked Kyle how he was. "What do you mean?" asked Kyle. "You know," I said, "How are you feeling?" "Fine," said Kyle, shrugging his shoulders. "You know I think you'd have got on with Courtney," I said. "Who?" asked Kyle. "Naomi's daughter," I said, "It all got a bit complicated but she was your age." "Just cos we're the same age doesn't mean we'd have got on," said Kyle, "You and Roz are the same age but you two don't get on." "I think I'm younger than Roz," I said. "I don't think you are," said Kyle, "Anyway. Where's Naomi?" "She lives with Sophie on the other side of the island," I said, "After all the stuff that happened with Seth in Southampton we're not really talking at the moment." Kyle gave a patronising laugh. "What?" I asked. "Well I'm fifteen," said Kyle, "I'm supposed to be the kid and you're the one acting like a child. I thought you and Naomi were mates." "Kyle, it's complicated," I said. "Don't treat me like a kid, Luke," said Kyle, "It's always been weird with you and Naomi. Just sort it out." "She blames me for Seth going missing," I said, "It wasn't my fault. Ever since we got to this island, she seems to be having a go at me about something." "Well you do always seem to end up in situations where people are having a go at you," said Kyle. "And that's my fault is it?" I asked. Kyle shrugged. "Anyway," I said, "What do you think of Cowes? Water, gas, electricity, food. Good eh?" "I suppose it's better than living at the zoo and having to ration everything," said Kyle. "You don't seem very enthused," I said. Kyle shrugged. "Well it's my birthday tomorrow," I said, "Maybe we could do something that's a bit of fun." "Like what?" asked Kyle. "I don't know," I said, "Maybe a party?" "Well how old are you going to be?" asked Kyle. "I'll be thir... Well... Look, let's just say I'll be in my late twenties/early thirties. What do you think? A party?" Kyle shrugged. "Not bothered," said Kyle. Kyle really didn't seem interested and despite me trying to illicit some sort of enthusiastic response from him it was clear I was wasting my time – even though it is my birthday tomorrow.

As we continued walking towards to the seafront, we walked past Sainsbury's and bumped into Mike who was leaving work. "Hiya babes," he said to me. Kyle's face dropped as he and Mike exchanged tense and displeasing looks. I suddenly felt rather anxious. "Kyle," said Mike, "I heard you were back. How's the arm?" "After you shot a bullet through it?" said Kyle, "Fine. Tara looked after me." "That dirty little piggie?" said Mike, "The only person she looks after is herself." "Well she did a good job of making sure I was OK after you shot me and left me for dead," said Kyle, "Remember that." "What I remember is Tara grabbing hold of you, me and her getting into a fight, me shooting you – ACCIDENTALLY, me trying to save you and then getting knocked unconscious by that b*tch. I ran after you. I came looking for you. I tried to save you. No one left you for dead. That psycho kidnapped you." "Ha," laughed Kyle, "You're a fine one to talk about psychos." Mike frowned and looked furious. "You calling me a psycho?" Mike angrily said as he took an intimidating step closer to Kyle. "OK, come on," I said, as I tried to step in between the two of them, "Let's just calm down. We're all friends remember." "He's not my friend," snapped Kyle, "He's a nutter, he tried to dangle me out of a window remember." "Nutter!"  exclaimed Mike as he tried to push past me and get to Kyle, "I risked my life trying to save you." "I didn't ask you to did I?" snapped Kyle. "You dirty little piggie!" snapped Mike as he tried to grab hold of Kyle and as I tried to keep him at bay. "Mike, just calm down," I said, "He's only fifteen. Kyle, please don't wind him up." "Why you sticking up for him?" Kyle snapped, "I'm your son!" "You're his son when it suits you," snapped Mike, "You should be thanking your lucky stars you've got a Dad like Luke. When I was your age, I'd have killed for a Dad like him. You're just a spoiled brat. Next time you go running off in some underground base when the place is about to detonate and the world's about to explode, I'll just leave you to get blown up." "Instead of coming after me and shooting me in the arm?" snapped Kyle. "Are you thick?" snapped Mike, "I mean are you literally thick? I meant to shoot Tara. I've told you that. Shooting you was an accident. Can't you hear me or something? I didn't come running after you to shoot you. I was trying to save my best friend's son. I wish I'd have left you to it." "Me too," snapped Kyle, "I might not have ended up getting shot. You've never liked me, have you?" "No," snapped Mike, "Because you're a moody brat with a sense of entitlement, but because you're Luke's son I thought I'd try and get on with you, but you make it impossible, don't you? Petulant, stroppy, little brat." Kyle frowned and gave Mike a firm push with both hands to the chest causing him to lose his balance and fall to the floor. Kyle stood over Mike who looked rather shocked that he'd managed to be pushed to the floor by a teenager. "Do you think I care that you don't like me?" Kyle snapped at Mike, "I don't. I don't give a toss, and as for trying to get on with me, I don't call dangling me out of a window a decent attempt at trying to get on with me. You just got jealous cos Luke was giving some of his attention to me instead of giving it all to you, you f*cking freak." Mike's shock was quickly replaced with tense fury as he showed the whites of his eyes. "Luke," Mike, calmly said, "If he's still there by the time I've counted to three I will not be responsible for my actions." I started to worry as I knew how unpredictable and volatile Mike could be and I had no idea what he was going to do. "Come on Kyle," I said, "I think it's best that we go." "No," said Kyle, "It's alright Luke. You stay here with your best friend Mike. I was alright on my own out there without you. I'll be alright making my way back to the house." Kyle turned around and started walking off. Mike jumped to his feet. "Kyle," he called. Kyle stopped and turned around as he and Mike exchanged angry glances. "One, two, three," Mike quickly said. He then launched himself at Kyle, pushed him up against the nearby red post box and tightly wrapped his hands tightly around his neck. A crowd started to gather but no one intervened. "Mike, stop it, please!" I loudly said, "Jesus Mike, he's only fifteen! MIKE PLEASE!!!" Mike noticed the desperation in my face, he released his grip from Kyle's neck and the crowd started to disperse. A tense atmosphere followed. "You're mad," Kyle snapped at Mike. Mike jumped forward and tried to grab hold of Kyle again but I stopped him. "Right, that's enough!" I firmly snapped, "Kyle go home. Mike stay there!" Kyle walked away and when he was a few yards ahead, he turned around, gave Mike a smug grin and stuck his middle finger up at him. Mike frowned and once against started to launch himself at Kyle but I stopped him. "Jesus Mike," I snapped, "What's wrong with you?" "What's wrong with me!?" Mike loudly exclaimed, "He called me mad, a nutter, a psycho and he pushed me down on to the floor. I've made people bite the curb for a lot less. He's lucky he got to walk away." "He's fifteen, Mike!" I loudly exclaimed, "He's a kid. You're an adult. We've been through all this and I'm not going through it all again." "Look I've tried to get on with the filthy squealer," snapped Mike, "But he makes it hard. You should put him up for adoption." "Mike, he's my son," I said, "He's been through Hell out there. I want to have a relationship with him." "Well if he gives me any more sh*t, his front teeth will have a relationship with my fist." "Mike, you are an adult and he is a child, you can't threaten violence to kids," I said. "Course you can," said Mike, "Especially if they're teenagers that need bringing down a peg or two." "Well you two obviously aren't going to get on," I said, "So you need to stay away from each other." "Fine by me," said Mike, "The next time he needs someone to risk their lives to save him from an undercover b*tch he can go whistle." "Well it looks like I can forget about my birthday," I said. "You what?" said Mike. "It's my birthday tomorrow," I said. Mike suddenly became really excited. "Oh, that's brilliant," he said, "We have to have a party. I'll sort something out. I'll be round tomorrow afternoon when you finish work." "No," I said, "I think it's best that you and Kyle are kept apart. Anyway, let's not make a fuss." "I could get a surprise ready," said Mike, "When you were a kid what did you want for your birthday?" "Well I told my Mum I wanted a big black chopper to ride but she never got me one," I said, "I doubt you'll find one of them anywhere on the island. Anyway, I need to spend time with Kyle. That's what's important."

So, it's my birthday tomorrow. Not sure I really feel like celebrating, but I have a feeling Mike might be planning something despite me asking him not to bother. I just need to make sure he and Kyle are kept apart from each other. I tried to speak to Kyle about the confrontation with him and Mike, but he just had a go at me, said I was a cr*p Dad and that Mike was a psycho. Roz found out and she had a go at me and told me that I should behave more like an adult, conduct myself like a responsible parent, and make sure that negative influences are not around my fifteen-year-old son. She can just f*ck off! Patronising cow gets on my nerves. It's like having Esther around again!

I'll try and speak to Kyle tomorrow. He needs to get it into his head that Mike didn't shoot him on purpose and that the only person who has done anything to intentionally cause harm to him is that b*tch Tara.