King Cobra

Chapter 4 Part 2: King Cobra Never Dies

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King Cobra Chapter 4 Part 2

Warning: Minor language usage

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The radio filled up the looming silence in the car as Aaron was driving. He hummed along with the music outwardly, though inwardly his mind was in pensive thought.

He was on his way to the park where Mary Emmons had requested to meet just last night. She had wanted to discuss something with him. She had said it was about Pierre. His son. Or well..their son.

Aaron didn't like to think about some parts of his past, though on his way there it was all coiling back to him. While he was physically cruising down the road in his car, he also was mentally driving down the figurative road of his memories that led up to this point. Reminding himself what happened. After Theodosia had died Aaron had ended up with someone else briefly; that someone being Mary Emmons.

The knit and git of their family dynamic was complicated. Most of it was Aaron's fault, which he knew and they knew too.

That was because Aaron had left due to his own personal reasons, something he kept to himself. Ever since then, Aaron never felt like he had the right to go back.

Arriving at the park, Aaron could make out a woman just sitting on a bench that was positioned fittingly under the shade of robust trees. The woman was dressed in work attire and seemed pressed for time as if she had somewhere to be. That was her, it was Mary.

Aaron carefully parked his car on the side of the road, before turning off the engine and going up to the bench where Mary sat.

Mary had seen him coming and got up to meet him halfway. As she got closer Aaron could distinguish her formal outfit to be one of a housekeeping lady for some minor hotel.

When Mary reached Aaron, she regarded him objectively.

Though Aaron grinned delicately despite there being a slight underlying string of tension. The past and history still loomed densely in the present. Awkward.

"How have you been, Mary?" Aaron finally greeted attempting for a conversational tone. "And how is Pierre? Is he okay? What is going on with him?"

"I'm fine," Mary answered quickly. "Look, Aaron, I don't have much time cause I have to get to work so I need to make this brief. Let's sit down."

The two of them strolled over to the bench and had a seat, with notable distance in between them.

Aaron just crossed his arms as he waited to see what she had to say.

"Aaron, you already know how hard it is having to provide just for me and him. I'm working like 5 or 4 jobs every week just to have enough to be able to put food on the table. I'm barely getting through it," The exasperation came through in her voice. "And you know I'm the only one at home there to support him. He's a growing boy and he needs his parents for guidance

He only has me to turn to, but with work, I can't even fully be there."

There was guilt that resonated in that statement.

Mary sighed though she still held her head high, "It's conflicting cause I do all these jobs for him, yet they're the same thing keeping me away from him all the time. And I can't even live my life cause I'm doing everything so he can live his. That's the thing though...I feel like he feels like he doesn't have his parents in his life. Obviously he doesn't have one of them (She stared at him pointedly)..but I don't want him to feel like he's also losing the other."