Why didn’t Connor feel he could
talk to me?”
“ What do I do now?”
Choking down the urge to break down, to
melt into his surroundings he pulled his thoughts back to
Connor.
“ Can I go in?”
The rugged sergeant
reluctantly nodded and motioned for a nearby nurse to open the
door.
The great padded door opened with only
the slightest wisp as cloth brushed against the sterile linoleum
floor.
“ Son?” Andy said quietly, trying not to
startle the staring boy.
Connor moved his head round to meet his
fathers.
“ Hi dad .”
Andy stepped through the door,
suddenly aware of how cautious he was moving towards his own flesh
and blood. Jacobs moved as Andy did. Crouching down Andy looked at Connor head
on. The man was confused. On the one hand, he had in front of him a
boy that murdered his girlfriend, while doing so killing any chance
Andy had for a normal life. On the other hand this boy was his son.
He had been through a lot in his short life and Andy loved him
dearly. If he was being honest with himself, Andy had a third hand,
one that understood why Connor did what he did even if he couldn’t
condone it.
“ Son, how do you
feel?”
“ Good. How do you
feel?”
Connor’s question was piercing in its
apparent naivety.
“ I’ve been better. Connor?
Do you know what happened today?”
As Jacobs watched Andy interact with
Connor from the doorway he could not help but admire the man’s
strength. Dead conviction sat in Connors stare as he believed he
had did what his father wanted him to.
“ I set us free.”
“ You killed
Beth , Connor.
I know she didn’t seem like a nice person. I know she said and did
things that weren’t always right but she didn’t deserve that son,
she didn’t deserve that.”
Andy looked to the ground. On route to the
floor a few tears slip down the bridge of his nose and swan dived
silently. Surrounded by the holding cells’ opposing shades of
eggshell and ivory Andy tried to find peace in the floor below him.
Etchings on the walls made by other prisoners completed the padded
wrap that surrounded them. With a wipe that was more for composure
than anything, Andy looked back at his son, longing for a reason to
justify what he had done. Connor stared back, unable to match the
same emotional level as his father even if he tried. The truth was
Connor had a reason for his actions, and he believed it was a very
good one.
CHAPTER 8
“ Come on man, pass it
already!”
With a big inhale, a hold, and
then a slow release, a thick plume of marijuana smoke swirled its way
into the night sky. The two teens sat in the flat of an old Dodge
truck, relaxing under a clear starry canopy with the crickets for
company.
“ I’ll pass it in a minute, just
let me enjoy this .”
The stars were clear and the horizon was
dim, a contrast always underappreciated by locals used to the
beauty.
“ You want to see me blow an
o?” asked the
cocky freshman.
“ No! I want to see you hand it
over !”
“ So do I!”
A voic e from behind the two boys made the
toker choke.
Deputy Lynch moved in quickly, allowing the
boys no time to react. They knew it would be pointless running.
Besides the fact they were a little baked, they would have had to
leave the truck behind, and the deputy would have found them
through that anyway.
“ Come on boys, you know the score. Weed
is against the law. Hand it over.”
The two college boys never saw it
coming. Hot to the tip, Lynch turned the lights off on the Sheriffs
cruiser five minutes earlier, using his expert knowledge of the
county roads to sneak up behind them in total darkness.
“ Come on Dylan, give it
here” repeated the deputy.
“ Come on Lynch” protested
the teen,
It’s just a joint. Be
reasonable!”
As if called upon by the boy’s
rebellion, a sturdy older man emerged from his wait in the cruiser.
Approaching the van, his ominous footsteps encouraged the teens to
remain silent. In his late fifties, the man was an imposing figure.
At
talk to me?”
“ What do I do now?”
Choking down the urge to break down, to
melt into his surroundings he pulled his thoughts back to
Connor.
“ Can I go in?”
The rugged sergeant
reluctantly nodded and motioned for a nearby nurse to open the
door.
The great padded door opened with only
the slightest wisp as cloth brushed against the sterile linoleum
floor.
“ Son?” Andy said quietly, trying not to
startle the staring boy.
Connor moved his head round to meet his
fathers.
“ Hi dad .”
Andy stepped through the door,
suddenly aware of how cautious he was moving towards his own flesh
and blood. Jacobs moved as Andy did. Crouching down Andy looked at Connor head
on. The man was confused. On the one hand, he had in front of him a
boy that murdered his girlfriend, while doing so killing any chance
Andy had for a normal life. On the other hand this boy was his son.
He had been through a lot in his short life and Andy loved him
dearly. If he was being honest with himself, Andy had a third hand,
one that understood why Connor did what he did even if he couldn’t
condone it.
“ Son, how do you
feel?”
“ Good. How do you
feel?”
Connor’s question was piercing in its
apparent naivety.
“ I’ve been better. Connor?
Do you know what happened today?”
As Jacobs watched Andy interact with
Connor from the doorway he could not help but admire the man’s
strength. Dead conviction sat in Connors stare as he believed he
had did what his father wanted him to.
“ I set us free.”
“ You killed
Beth , Connor.
I know she didn’t seem like a nice person. I know she said and did
things that weren’t always right but she didn’t deserve that son,
she didn’t deserve that.”
Andy looked to the ground. On route to the
floor a few tears slip down the bridge of his nose and swan dived
silently. Surrounded by the holding cells’ opposing shades of
eggshell and ivory Andy tried to find peace in the floor below him.
Etchings on the walls made by other prisoners completed the padded
wrap that surrounded them. With a wipe that was more for composure
than anything, Andy looked back at his son, longing for a reason to
justify what he had done. Connor stared back, unable to match the
same emotional level as his father even if he tried. The truth was
Connor had a reason for his actions, and he believed it was a very
good one.
CHAPTER 8
“ Come on man, pass it
already!”
With a big inhale, a hold, and
then a slow release, a thick plume of marijuana smoke swirled its way
into the night sky. The two teens sat in the flat of an old Dodge
truck, relaxing under a clear starry canopy with the crickets for
company.
“ I’ll pass it in a minute, just
let me enjoy this .”
The stars were clear and the horizon was
dim, a contrast always underappreciated by locals used to the
beauty.
“ You want to see me blow an
o?” asked the
cocky freshman.
“ No! I want to see you hand it
over !”
“ So do I!”
A voic e from behind the two boys made the
toker choke.
Deputy Lynch moved in quickly, allowing the
boys no time to react. They knew it would be pointless running.
Besides the fact they were a little baked, they would have had to
leave the truck behind, and the deputy would have found them
through that anyway.
“ Come on boys, you know the score. Weed
is against the law. Hand it over.”
The two college boys never saw it
coming. Hot to the tip, Lynch turned the lights off on the Sheriffs
cruiser five minutes earlier, using his expert knowledge of the
county roads to sneak up behind them in total darkness.
“ Come on Dylan, give it
here” repeated the deputy.
“ Come on Lynch” protested
the teen,
It’s just a joint. Be
reasonable!”
As if called upon by the boy’s
rebellion, a sturdy older man emerged from his wait in the cruiser.
Approaching the van, his ominous footsteps encouraged the teens to
remain silent. In his late fifties, the man was an imposing figure.
At
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