Ferris Wheel In The Vagary

Chapter II

"Mr. Adamil, do you know why you're here today?"

Jayus sat on the cold floor behind police bars and crossed his arms, remaining silent as he was unwilling to answer. His eyes remained glued to the dirty wall beside him, as he ruffled his dark brown hair. He knew what he was in here for, and he admits he did punch a cop which had him arrested on top of the blame he had to take on for the illegal drugs found at the party. Fortunately, the police officers acknowledged he shouldn't take full blame on the situation. Which Jayus translated to: His parents are influential people, so don't mess with him too much. But handle him enough that his parents would pay a fee to get him out.

Jayus' parents were hardly around when he grew up. Always on a business trip, and this, and that. Fortunately, they had left the house for him to use by himself. The one thing he had, which had now been reduced to ashes by his so amazing and charming ex. On another note, Jayus doesn't have any relatives who live nearby, nor did he have any pocket money left to rent an apartment, so living here in a cold cell was better than at the streets.

Another officer came to view on the other side of the bars and they both began to speak in a hush tone. Basing on how the female officers voice sounded in disbelief, Jayus turned to them, intrigued.

"Are his parents really not coming to bail him out? Not even a visit?" The female officers asked as she glanced at Jayus. For a moment, she almost looked like she pitied Jayus.
So my parents aren't coming to bail him out. That's just great. Jayus slumped further to the ground. That's just what he expected from his parents. So they'd rather cruise on a yacht than get their son out of a dirty cell. Jayus bit his lips. Oh don't cry now. He sighed, his eyes brimming red as hot tears threatened to fall. Don't cry. What's the use in crying in this situation?

He tried to control his rapidly beating heart. And when he failed, he closed his eyes.

I'm so tired.

"So he'll just stay here?" The female officers asked. Much to her confusion, her colleague shook his head. "No, but someone else is coming to bail him out. Says he's his godfather, apparently."

Jayus' eyes snapped open at this. A godfather? As far as he knew, there was no such thing. So who was this stranger bailing him out all of the sudden?
If anything, it's most probably a mistake. Is what Jayus thought. Yeah, a mistake. That seemed more plausible. This very thought made his body lax back to the ground. But the officer lady had turned to him, still in a state of mild confusion.

"Well, Mr. Adamil, I guess we'll be releasing you now." In a matter of seconds, the keys to the cell jingled and with a click, the bars snapped open. "There's really no reason to keep you since all the papers have been filed, apparently."

What's this now? So he was getting bailed out. Jayus stared at the open bars in disbelief, his red eyes shrinking as he tried to process this information.

"Say what now?" Jayus blurted out.

The moment Jayus walked out of the police station, he was immediately greeted with the bright beam of light from the sun. Blinded, he protected his eyes from its glaring shine. After adjusting his eyes of the brightness, Jayus realized the light had not come from the sun itself, but from the shiny, expensive black car standing in front of him. Not once in Jayus life had he ever been this close to such an expensive vehicle before. Although his parents were rich, they had only left him the house. The car parked in front of him was one you'd only expect to see in magazines. It reflected light so aggressively it didn't need taillights to begin with. Was it's owner the one who had come to bail Jayus out?

To answer his question, a perky voice greeted him from the driver's seat. Before the windows had even rolled down. The voice greeted Jayus almost immediately with much enthusiasm that everyone down the road turned to glance at the commotion.

"Jayus! How have you been? I guess that isn't really a good question considering your current situation though. How thoughtless of me! But have you been well before all fiasco? Tell me what you've been up to. We can talk in the car on the way home!" This man spoke over the window as it slowly rolled down. He had his black graying hair in a sleek, and over the car door, Jayus could just faintly see he wore a very fancy suit. Everything about this man screamed rich. From his watch to his car and to the wrinkles on his face. Was this man really his godfather?

When Jayus didn't answer him, this man tilted his head in confusion.
"Is something wrong?"

"Uh...no. I'm sorry, it's just that. I can't seem to recall... It's nothing personal, really! It's just that..." Jayus trailed off. How was he supposed to explain to someone who had just bailed him out of jail that he couldn't remember him? What if he got offended and threw him back in prison? He could hear those condescending words now.

"Huh? You can't remember me? I bail you out of jail and you can't even have the decency to remember my name? Throw him back in!"

Jayus shuddered at the thought of having to spend another night there. He would not, for the love of god, survive.

As the silence dragged on, something flickered within the older man's eyes as his mouth formed a giant O in realization, and he quickly waved his hands in the air. "I forgot! You were just a wee tiny little thing back then. My assistant told me you probably wouldn't remember me at all! My bad, whoopsies!" The older man beckoned for Jayus to hop in the car. Jayus didn't know which part he should be stuck in. The fact that this man was his godfather, or the fact that a man with graying hair still had the audacity to say 'whoopsies' unironically.

"Worry not! I'm sure we can jog up your memories while we talk. It'll be a long ride, after all!" It seems nothing could dampen this man's mood. Luckily, he hadn't taken offense that Jayus hadn't remembered him, and he breathed out a sigh of relief.

Without a fight, Jayus sat on the passenger seat as they both drove off back to the man's home. Who knew this would turn out to be the longest car ride of his life?