Boundless Memories

Chapter 3

Psalmist

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I checked the time. It was only 7:30. I grabbed the bat by my bedroom door. I went to the living room. "Who is it?" I asked.

"It's Damien," I heard a deep voice say.

I placed the bat down by the door, and I opened the door for him. When I opened the door, I could tell something was wrong with him. "Damien, what's wrong?"

"My father just died," he said leaning on the doorpost.

"Oh no," I responded. "Come in." I stepped aside so that he could come in. I hate death. That was my biggest fear. I was afraid of losing my mom or dad. "What can I do, Damien?"

"Just hold me," he said.

I was nervous, but I accommodated him. I placed my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. Soon after, I could hear him sobbing. I felt so bad. It brought tears to my eyes. To see this grown man cry, really did something to me. It took me back to when my grandmother died and my father broke down at her funeral. There was nothing wrong with a grown man crying. They do get emotional, and it's not good to hold those emotions in.

"It's gonna be okay, Damien. Can you tell me what happened?" I asked him.

Damien sat up and dried his tears. "My mother said he had a stroke. By the time he got to the hospital, he had a heart attack."

"I'm so sorry, Damien," I said. "I hate that for you and your family. Would you like something to drink?"

"Do you have some Crown?" He started to laugh.

"I have Jack Daniel's. Do you like that?" I asked him.

"I'll take it," he said.

"Okay, I'll go fix it, and then I'm gonna go get ready for work."

I went to the kitchen to get his drink and brought it back to him. "Here you, Damien. Just relax right here, and I'll be back."

"Okay," Damien said.

I went off to my room to get my uniform ready for work and gather my underwear for my shower. While the water heated up, I used the bathroom and then washed my hands. I proceeded to wash my face and brush my teeth. I was extremely worried about Damien. I made the calculated decision to call into work so I could be there for him. I was gonna borrow his phone once I got out of the shower. I never call in because I don't have a phone to call in. It's just one time. I'm sure Mrs. Tucker will understand.

After my shower, I got dressed in some cute skinny jeans and a shirt from Dollar General that I thought was cute. Bargain shopping was my best friend. I don't have the luxury of buying anything fancy. I live in the real world, and I have to think about the cost of things. I placed my freshly, home-polished feet into some White-girl sneakers, courtesy of Walmart. I threw my hair into a messy bun and left two strands out on the sides. I thought that was a cute and simple hairstyle.

I went to the living room where Damien was still sipping on his drink. I can't imagine losing my mother or father. I think my staying with him will do some good.

"Um, Damien, can I see your phone?" I asked him.

"Sure," he replied handing me his phone.

I stepped to the kitchen to call Mrs. Tucker. She's usually at the restaurant by this time, so I called the restaurant.

"Hello," Mrs. Tucker answered.

"Hey, Mrs. Tucker. It's Psalmist."

"Good morning, Misty. What can I do for you?"