Meeting Dad in Prison Ch. 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter two of the story. Robert meets a woman whose father is a prison guard. He tries to figure out how to reach the man his father told him to see. Robert's mother is seen worried about him and the hatred of his brother Jeffy is also seen as Jeffy may head over to the dark side.

Ch.2 Robert is not completely sure how he wound up in his neighborhood, but thinks he must have taken the bus back home. He stumbles into a café, flying through the front door. Mostly elderly people were eating at the time, as all conversation was paused and each person eating dropped their utensils to look at what was going on. Robert stood frozen in the doorway, panting heavily with sweat pouring down his face. No one was really sure what to do next. A hostess walked up to him slowly and put a hand on his shoulder. She was a young gal, had blonde hair and blue eyes. “Um, excuse me sir, are you ok?” she asked. Robert kept dancing his eyes around each member of the café who was staring at him. He hated the attention he had just drawn to himself. Without taking his eyes off of the customer he responded in a gasping way, “I need to use your restroom please!” The hostess placed her hand on his shoulder and gentle nudged his away from the door. Robert resisted her nudge, but slowly started to break away from where he was frozen. “It’s right over here. Come on Hun,” she assured him. She started to walk towards the restroom, but kept pulling Robert alone. She was nervous he would flip out or go on some sort of rampage. Robert kept darting his eyes all over the faces of customers as they made their way to the restroom. They finally arrived and she stopped in front of the door. “Do you need help with anything?” she asked. Robert pulled his jacket up tight and remained straight faced. “No I’m fine,” he quickly responded. Robert pushed the door open and hustled into the restroom. He went right to the sink and turned on the water. While he was waiting for the water to heat up Robert placed both hands on the outside of the sink while locking his elbows out. He looked at himself in the mirror wondering what had just happened at the prison. Steam begins to build up on the mirror as the water is heating up. Robert rubs a spot in the mirror clear in order to see his face. He places his hands under the water allowing the hot water to flow on his skin. The sensation of the warm water relaxes Robert as he just allows it to soak through his fingers. He then cups his hands and lets the water fill them up. He leans forward over the sink and splashes the water onto his face, then rubbing his eyes with his fingers. Robert looks back up at himself in the mirror. He grabs a paper towel and wipes his face clean, then shuts the water off. Robert turns around to throw away the paper towel, but is startled to find the hostess behind him. Robert makes a fist with his hand and just about throws it out of pure fear. The hostess covers her face with both arms and buckles her knees. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry for scaring you!” she mutters. Robert freezes in place, breathing heavily again. He realizes his hand is still in the air, reared back to throw a punch. He lowers his hand down slowly and lets it fall to his side. “I’m sorry; I’m not sure what has gotten into me,” Robert explains. The hostess peers at him from behind her arms that are shielding her face. She is still unsure if she can trust him yet or not. “What happened to you? I’ve never seen someone so upset. I just wanted to come check on you to see if you are ok.” Robert looked away from her and towards the door, not wanting to talk about what he had just witnessed. He made his way to the door, but she grabbed his arm to stop him. “Please sir, something is wrong!” Robert stopped and looked her in the eyes. “I’ve just witnessed something horrible. I need to go see a man who will help me make sense of everything,” he explains to her. She licks her lips, intrigued by what he just told her. “Who is the man? How are you getting there?” she asks. Robert realizes he hasn’t made much of a plan yet as all of this had happened so fast. He reaches into his pocket to pull out the piece of paper. Robert unfolds the crumbled piece of paper and reads the name. “Jim Reddick,” he tells her. Robert also noticed below the name was some more writing. “You will find him in a cottage outside of Henry, Virginia.” Robert didn’t tell the hostess that the paper also said where he is. “So you know the name, but where is he?” she reasons. Robert folds the piece of paper and puts it back into his pocket. Robert ignores her question and heads out the restroom door. Robert hurries his way through the café as the customers stop eating again and watch him. His posture has changed. He is much more confident and is determined to find this man to get some answers. Robert swings the front door of the café open and heads outside into the pouring rain. The hostess comes running out behind him. “Sir, wait! I want to help you!” she screams as she comes running after him. Robert doesn’t look back, but keeps walking dead ahead. She runs faster and catches up to him. “Let me help you. I can help.” Robert stops walking and turns towards her. “How can you help me? You don’t even know me? You don’t know what I’m dealing with,” Robert directly tells her. They both look at each other in silence, allowing the rain to come pouring down. She pushes her soaked hair behind her ears and out of her face. “I need out of this town and need to find some purpose for my life. I dropped out of college and started to work at this café two years ago and I hate it. My father is a prison guard at the state penitentiary down the road. He keeps getting on me to go back to school and to find a good job around here. I have no place here. I’m ready to get out of here and go on an adventure. Please take me with you. I want to help you.” Robert ran his hand through his soaking wet hair, thinking about what he wanted to do. “I’m sorry, I can’t take you with. I need to go alone.” The hostess looked down to the ground at a puddle of water that was forming around her feet. “When I come back I will contact you if you would still like to help me,” Robert continued. “What is your name?” The hostess continued to look down, “Rita.” Robert smiled briefly. “When I get back I will come to the café and find you. We can go from there. Rita turned around and ran back towards the café. Robert watched her run all the way back to the front door, wondering if he had made the right decision. Should he have brought her with, told her anything at all, or just ignore her from here on out were the thoughts running through his head. Robert looked back down the sidewalk wondering where he should go next. The rain was pouring even harder, making everything harder to be seen. Robert starts to walk down the sidewalk, thinking he will take a bus to Henry, which is about 600 miles away. Betsy Cunningham, the mother of Robert peers out the window watching the rain falling down. “Have you heard from Rob lately? The boy hasn’t called me or been around the past few days?” she hollers out to Jeffy, her son. Jeffy is about 17 years old and a real punk. Jeffy sat on the couch watching some tv show. “I don’t know what the fool has been up to, “he responds. Betsy walks behind the couch and smakes him on the side of the head, “Show some respect for your brother, that’s no way to talk about him.” Jeffy puts his hands over the spot where Betsy socked him, “Damn that hurt! What the hell momma?” Betsy walked towards the kitchen, “Clean your language up boy!” Jeffy rolls his eyes and mumbles under his breath, mocking what his mother had just said. “That’s a good boy, your brother Rob is. He normally calls me every few days to check up on me. It worries me that I havn’t heard from him!” she yells out from the kitchen. Betsy pulls out a cutting board and some pots. She opens the fridge door and grabs the vegetables. Betsy goes to work preparing dinner, cutting up the vegetables and preparing the food. “Take the trash out Jeffy!” she yells. “Woman I’m not your slave!” Jeffy hollers back from the living room. Betsy sets the knife down and quickly walks out to the living room. She goes behind the television set and unplugs it. “What the hell momma?” Jefffy spits out at her. “I’m sick and tired of your disrespect son! I’m throwing this thing out. It’s time you get a job and take some responsibility for your life. I’m sick and tired of you just being a bum and smoking weed. I’m going to kick you out of here soon. Why can’t you be more like Robert? He is so responsible and hardworking!” Betsy picked up the television and heads to the front door. Jeffy bolts off the couch and tries to stop her. “Get out of my way boy!” Betsy cries. Jeffy panics, worried that his source of entertainment will soon be in pieces. Betsy grabs the handle and opens the door. With one big push she throws the television onto the sidewalk. The television crashes to the cement, shattering the glass. Betsy wipes her hands on her pants and walks back the kitchen. Jeffy stands in the doorway speechless, watching the raindrops fall on his once prized possession, but now it’s shattered to ruins. Jeffy grabs his jacket, throws the hood up, and heads out the front door. “Why can’t you be more like Jeffy?” Jeffy says to himself mocking his mother’s voice. Jeffy walks with swagger, swaying from one side to the other as he shuffles though the rain. “I don’t care about that fool, or this damn family,” he says out loud to himself. Jeffy continues walking down the sidewalk, towards the rougher patches of town.


Submitted: May 11, 2014

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