Will Love Ever Come?

Chapter 120

ESCHEWAL RAISES HIS HEAD as the noise from the opening of the cell doors comes to him.

CLICK-CLACK! "Morning," CLICK-CLACK! "Morning," the prison officer repeats as he opens each cell door individually.

CLICK, CLACK!

The prison officer reaches Eschewal's cell. "MORNING, ROTE."

Eschewal turns his head. "Alright, guv?"

"Have you packed your kit?"

Eschewal nods.

"Okay, reception is running late, so they won't be ready until after breakfast."

Eschewal nods. "Alright, guv," he says, with a hint of frustration in his voice because he was told that he would leave an hour before breakfast.

CLICK-CLACK! "Morning," continues the prison officer down the landing.

Eschewal's door is pushed open once again. A small man with long shaggy hair pokes his head through. His name is Jest. He enters with a smile and humor in his voice. "Shit, they haven't changed their minds, have they, letting you out?"

Eschewal stretches. "Nah, bruv. Reception is running late, innit. They won't be ready till after breakfast."

Jest moves further into the cell. "Have you had your last breakfast? You better have, just to make sure you don't come back to eat it."

Eschewal dwells for a moment on Jest's last breakfast superstition. He shakes his head. Eschewal exposed the destructive matrix of corrupt forces to Jest, but the black book was correct; some people do not want to be disconnected. Eschewal learned Jest is one of them and realizes the underlying reason why he does not want to be disconnected. This is because Jest has invested heavily in the destructive matrix of corrupt forces, and there is no turning back for him.

Eschewal is sad to see a potential genius trapped in a mode of thinking that revolves around destruction and death. He stands up. "Nah, these bastards ain't never seeing me again," he says.

Jest nods with conviction. He says, "Right you are, bruv, don't make them ever see you again."

Eschewal gets up from the bed. "Oi, eya, bruv. I saved this for you." He gives Jest his radio, shower slippers, and the black book.

"Thanks, mate. I'm gonna read this," says Jest as he clutches the black book.

Eschewal nods. "Just remember what I've told you, Jest. You're the creator of your destiny."

Jest's eyes light up, similar to that of a child's, but as usual, the exhilaration disappears as Jest remembers his hopeless past and the grey walls surrounding him.

Eschewal's facial expression stiffens as he sees the light extinguish out of Jest. He then smiles, knowing someday the words from the black book will send a spark out of Jest's subconsciousness and give him the ability to disconnect from the destructive matrix of corrupt forces.

Eschewal's surname is hollered.

Jest looks at him. "I guess they're ready for you."

"Yeah." Eschewal picks up his belongings. "Alright, bruv, take care, yeah, and remember, read the book." He embraces Jest, steps out of his cell, and makes his way to the reception.