THE PHONE CALL
It's a strange thing when life presents you with a boatload of problems. Obviously, the objective is to figure out which problem needs to be dealt with first. The way I saw things, my biggest problem right now, was going to be ending my relationship with Boo. We'd dated for far too long for me to just call her and end the relationship, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to handle telling her face to face. Yes, I am a coward.
I searched the car for my cell phone. It was in the glove compartment, and I had three new messages.
The first message was from Conflict. She just wanted to let me know that I was a "bastard". Actually, I was a "dirty bastard". She also wanted to let me know that I was probably a homosexual because I didn't want her. All in all, the message was pretty tame.
After twenty seconds of needless abuse, I decided to delete the message. But, before I could erase it, I heard the magic words. She said, " Oh, by the way, One is looking for you". That's when I knew that I was going to eventually get my ass kicked.
I deleted the message and went to the next. It was a message from No. He'd gone to a bar and gotten in a "little" fight. He was in jail for the night, and he would like me to come pick him up after eight in the morning. It was three in the morning but No said he would get some sleep in the cell. He told me to be there at eight. As I later realized, it had been quite a night for No. After saving that woman at her house, he went to the local tavern to celebrate, and I've already told you had that ended.
I was yawning often and I needed some sleep. I decided that I was going to drive home after this message and actually go to sleep, for as long as I needed.
The third message was brief, but it destroyed any notion that I may have had about going to sleep. The message said, " Hey, it's Cole. I am a friend of your brothers. He's at the hospital. I don't know if he's hurt or not. There was a card on his bed when I went in his room, and the place was trashed. The card said to call this number and tell the person on the other end of the phone, that his brother is in the hospital". Cole added, " Tell your brother I said hello, and I hope he's okay. your bro's good peoples".
I hung up and immediately called Soft's room. The phone rang for a minute, but wasn't answered. I turned the car around and headed to the school. I needed to figure out what was going on. I was a little suspicious of a set up, but I needed to take the risk. I hoped that Soft was okay, but I knew that the only way that would be possible was for the call to have been a lie as part of a set up. It was a interesting dilemma I was facing as I sped north to find out if Soft was in trouble. The reality was, it could very well be me, that was in trouble.
At the same time I was driving, No was sitting in a jail cell getting sober. He had been trying to sleep, but was finding it very difficult. He wasn't upset, but he had a general feeling of uneasiness that prevented him from relaxing enough to fall asleep. No stirred and paced his cell. Jail never bothered No. He had a cell to himself and he had the physical size to keep him away from most danger that people face in lock up. He wasn't given the orange suit, because he wasn't going to be there long enough to bother wearing it. He wasn't hungry and he wasn't sick. Something did not feel right. He could sense there was a problem.
No really was Soft's twin.
Poser's Dictionary
PUTTING HIM ON- giving someone a profitable connection
JONESIN’- an intense desire, or need for something
BLESS- marijuana
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