Chapter 1 – Extract 6 from The Paradise Induction!
Perhaps it was because that possibility was a potential reality. He’d hated London his whole conscious life and knew he should be happy with this escape plan. He was finally getting out of this horrible, rude, and emotionally cold City where no one cared for you. Where people never had the common courtesy to say “please” and “thank you.” Where mornings going to work were like being part of a mischief of desperate rats, scurrying toward food with no thought of the rat next to them.
Reaching the bottom floor and exiting the block of flats into the avenue, where two rows of apartments were situated on either side, he wheeled his luggage.
Was this really happening? Leaving home like this? Running so far to the other side of the world?
He’d promised himself he’d do it, but to actually be walking the walk—it felt like a death march. Like the vow he had made was not about freedom, but a debtor coming to collect what was promised ten years back.
They reached his mother’s car outside of the avenue on the main street. The scratch across the silver BMW’s driver door was a reminder of the malicious nature of London—his mother had scraped and saved to own that car. Even though it was out of their means, it had been her dream; lax regulation over UK credit-lending helped. But it was the fact that people would be intentionally unpleasant in London that jarred Chris; sometimes for something. Sometimes for nothing. And completely oblivious to all circumstances, taking action like this—to jam a jagged object with purposeful force into a car and cause conspicuous destruction.