The dream maker

chapter 17 : trapped in uncertainty

Roy stopped by a coffee shop near his home and ordered a cup of sugarless black coffee as always , and waited for a couple of minutes with two other guys who were talking  about a fire that occurred last night around two or three Am , a fire so big it swallowed an entire house and a bunch of trees that surrounded and in a matter of hours it turned it to a big wreck , this topic caught Roy's attention and made him eavesdropping on their conversation , he got more interested when he heard one of the guys say that the one who set the house on fire was captured and sent into a mental hospital instead of a prison because he stated madly many times that he had to burn the house and those within because it was a message sent for him from heavens above .

Later this evening, he had many things to do and worry about besides the wonderland nonsense , he had to think of an appropriate speech to present to the head master of the engineering department and to file for a makeup exam for the calculus 3 exam that he discarded , he had to study for his digital logic final  that will be held  tomorrow , he had to calm his mother down who is still in a massive shock to see him out of prison in the very next morning , she was so happy she could have had a stroke , he also had to fill out some paper work from the court  house and administration, he wanted to take a shower and maybe have lunch, but he had zero mental or physical power to do any , so instead he just laid on his bed till almost nine o'clock  flipping through  tv channels , until he accidentally  saw an interesting  news report on one of the channels, it was about the fire he heard of recently , the reporter stated that the police informed the local news that the real identity of the victims that have passed in the fire were the vice president of a fishiest  racially biased internal independent  movement that the occupier is trying to overlook , deny and deplores in any interviews , even though they actually encourage any political movement that works for their side against the natives ,  the house contained several members of the same movement who were soon identified as agents working in the benefit of the oppressor and taking down important targets of the native's resistance  leaders since 2006 .

" 2006 ! , Klaus's house was …. Oh no , " desperately thought Roy connecting the dots together ,  covering his forehead with his palm at the end of the sentence ,  " it can't be a coincidence , it can't be " he was trying so desperately to block any other surprises because he had just about enough of them already , he buried his face in his pillow and wished this would never had happened , he tried to forget everything for a moment and go to sleep , but every time he closes his eyelids he hastily opens them back remembering that Klaus will be on the other side as well , " why am I scared ? " he whispered in his mind slightly surprised by his own act .

The phone rang … Roy stared at it vibrating on his pillow beside his head  for some time , he felt paralyzed and confused of what to do ,rather , he felt a little bit intimidated , it rang again , Roy's shivering hand reached out hesitatingly to the phone , not a name nor a number showed on the screen so he realized that it must be him , the phone rang a third time , Roy couldn't take any more time to think and answered quickly , " hello " he said trying to fake it as a calm tone

"well , well ,well … look who finally decided to pick up , and I thought Roy always keeps his phone near him at all coasts "

Roy gathered some guts and scolded " what did you do Klaus ? "

" about what ? " innocently asked Klaus

" you know damn well what I'm talking about " shouted Roy defensively bravado