Red's Family Diner

Chapter 20

January 5th, 1969

Forbidden Webb –

When it struck 3 am when it was New Year's, Mr.Beloved came home with bandages wrapped around his head and an upset Mrs.Starlit. I assumed Mr. Undergroove (I understand the two are married but they insisted I still called them that) was in the car waiting for the two. She was rambling to herself—calling Mr.Beloved irresponsible and "clinical." I never saw him like that but seeing blood scorch the bandages and his visible ear impairment made me softly second guess. "I'm so sorry Forbidden. He thought the best way into the New Year was to get drunk. He even thought of trying to drown himself in our pool. A handful." She muttered, rubbing her eyes as I winced slightly. Watching her toss him onto the kitchen table as he was babbling to himself. Muttering stuff about love and death. Cryptic in a sort of way. "Well—At least he's back at the time he states." I joked, trying to light up the situation. "You're a smart kid, Forbidden." She spoke before leaving. And I soonly trailed after.

I woke up in my small home and I yawned. It was 5 days into this New Year and the reporters have drained me already. I groaned but hesitated to leave my home. "Sam!" I heard a wail from another bedroom. "Liam...what?" I called back. "The toilet broke." He spoke upset as I chuckled and got myself up. "Of course it did with you," I muttered to myself as I trailed around the house.

It was messy—I already understood my sister was back in town. Mocking me for being a low-level waiter compared to her journalist attributes. I would guess her head would explode just simply grasping the fact my boss is Wilbur Beloved. Maybe that gives me some boasting privileges.

January 8th, 1969

Wilbur Beloved –

I was back out in the bar, I was there only to repay my tab. Not find myself crying into a glass and exploding on anybody that tried to approach. My head has been aching ever since my supposed fainting. I wouldn't be surprised if I had brain damage with the number of static drops in the last 3 years maybe. "I have to go home..." I mumbled into my hands. Tears drop and collapse onto the floor. "Why? So you can find yourself jerking it?" Joked the bartender as I grumbled. Finding myself waddling over to the exit before stumbling into a rather tall woman. She looked shocked but impressed as I glinted and glared. "Are—Are you real?" I asked out as I could hear laughter roar behind me. There's no way—I must sound insane. "I'd hope so—or else my poor war partners must've been seeing a ghost." She joked back, smiling and letting me through. I stifled as the breeze hit my face—it wasn't an illusion cause it felt rather too good to be true. Someone oblivious to my course of action.

I made it back home and Drew looked worried. "Hi, Dad." He said, fumbling slightly with his hands. "Oh–Drew...why are you awake kid?" I said, looking weary. I approached him and he hugged me, looking up and frowning. "You're getting rounder." He asked, making me slightly grow self-conscious. "W–What makes you say that?" I spoke trying to reassure them. "You also stink too...why do you always come home smelling like that?" He begged for an answer. Slightly making me go into a deja vu of Maddie. The same begging eyes glinting at me...It's too horrible. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it that bothering for you." I said, stroking Drew's hair back. Pouted and frustrated, he slammed his fist against my chest. Making me recoil back but watched as Drew strolled away. "Drew–" I asked out as he pulled out only a finger. "No...I get it. Please..." He said, running up the stairs and entering his room. I stood there as I sighed. Rubbing my head as the aching pains of the night seeped away. Maybe Drew's right. I have to stop but— I froze, finding myself staring into the living room. I had to understand the course of action that it took to get here.

It was my fault Drew was without a mother.

I hesitated to try to sit on the couch–only ended with me going actually to bed rather fast. Though when I lay in bed, the slight memory of how it was in Red's house. Staring at the ceiling as the jangling of the door knob rang. Clear of something, and something. Just trying to get in. I felt my own anxiety peak as I exhaled, turning my body to the side as only the intensity of the door knob exploded. Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone.