The Power of Love

June 23, 1973

June 23, 1973

"Are you sure you're alright?" I asked Two-Bit as I put away the dishes.

He looked at me with a look that he was trying to hide. Unfortunately for him, I could see through; it had disappointment and shame. I knew he wouldn't admit to it. "Yeah," he nodded, "I'm fine."

I turned around to face him. "Are you absolutely one hundred percent sure that you're doin' ok?"

He came over and kissed me forehead. "I'm one hundred percent sure that I'm doin' fine, alright? I gotta go, I'll be back in a few hours to stay with KJ."

I plastered a small smile on my face and nodded as he gave a small smile and walked out of the house.

I had been worried about Two-Bit for a little while now. Ever since he had gotten back, during the night, he had some sort of bad dream. He reacted the same way all three times. Somehow, I had figured out a way that would bring him back to reality all three times and it worked. When he had calmed down, he would be close to tears and would keep apologizing to me. Then the next morning, it'd be like nothing happened. To be honest, I was scaring me, maybe even terrifying me. Every time it would happen, I would think about the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder thing. I didn't like to think that the whole thing might have been that, but it was definitely a possibility, considering the circumstances.

Soda had been able to come back home about a month earlier. He had to stay in the hospital in town for a week and a half when he got back, but that was for tests and all that kind of stuff to make sure he was ok. It was kind of hard for him to walk, but he would use crutches for now so he wouldn't mess up his leg anymore that it was. After a while, he'd be able to just walk with this brace thing on his leg. After he could walk like normal or at least close to it, he'd be able to stop having to go to physical therapy, though he still might have a slight limp- but he didn't seem to mind the possibility of that.

Candy had told me that Soda had the same kind of dream as Two-Bit, but only once. At that point, both of them would worry me to some extent. Of course Two-Bit since he's my husband and the reason for Soda was because he was a bit brother- at least it felt more like that with him to some extent, I could never figure out why.

Two-Bit got home around 10:30 so I could leave to go to the radio station. It took about five minutes to get there but car, but the building was big and had a parking lot that was kind of small, plus my boss wanted everyone who was taking the next few hours to get there a little earlier than when the show started so we could get everything ready to get started.

When I got there, I greeted the building receptionist- her name was Angelina, but everyone called her Lina- who smiled back at me and asked how Two-Bit and KJ were doing. When I had started working at the station, she was the one assigned to help me find my way around the building and give me a tour of the building, which led to us becoming friends and we would go out for lunch on the weekend a lot since neither of us worked on the weekends unless there was a special event.

When I got upstairs, my co-DJ, I guess you would call it, smiled and said hello. When eleven o'clock would hit, it wasn't just me on the radio. The other person I would host with was named Andrew Brown. When I had first heard his name, I knew it was familiar. When I saw him the first time I was in the studio, I instantly recognized him from high school. He was in that guy Griffin's little crew. He had obviously recognized me right away too, because he started going on about how terrible he felt about everything. I forgave him right away, saying that the whole rivalry when we were all teenagers was stupid and pointless either way and it's in the past, which eased his nerves. Two weeks later, we had become friends. He told me to call him Andy from now on, partly cause as soon as he stopped hanging out with Griffin, he went by a nickname, basically as a "fresh start".