Where's Daddy?

Jerry and Cline

Once we were in the parking lot, Jerry climbed to the back of the van. I scooched over a bit because ever since the incident with the bat, I always thought he was going to hit me again. "Oh don't worry, Sweetheart. I won't hurt you." He cooed as he opened the cabinet that I was once leaning against. Cline abruptly opened the back doors of the van. "We're gonna get you some clothes to wear." Jerry said as he rummaged through the cabinet. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with what I had under my hospital gown, until I realized I had no shirt on.

"Come on, Husky." Cline said to Nixon coldly.

"He's not 'husky'" I snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sweetheart. Did I offend you?" He replied to me, "Husky! Let's go!" He barked at Nixon again.

"Don't worry, Ashlyn. That was my nickname." Nixon whispered to me as he climbed out of the van. Finally someone who doesn't call me Sweeheart. And he's the only one who deserves to. I turned back to Jerry to see him holding up an orange tank top. "Small?" He questioned me examining the tank top.

"Extra small, but that'll do." He threw the shirt on my lap and returned to the cabinet to look for a pair of pants for me.

"Good. That's all we have." Cline cut in. I turned to look at him to see Nixon in handcuffs. I felt a thump on my lap and looked to see a pair of khaki shorts ontop of the shirt. I stood up to change and gestured to Jerry. "Jerry," I waved my hand to where Cline and Nixon were standing, "Please?" Jerry nodded his head and jumped down from the van as he closed the right door of the van. "Jerry! You idiot!" I heard Cline yell at him. Jerry knew what I wanted. Nixon was the only person who could see me, so I began to untie my hospital gown. "What?! She wanted privacy!" Jerry yelled back as I slipped the tank top over my head.

"She doesn't need privacy!" As I was zipping up my shorts, Cline swung open the door.

"Done." I smiled sweetly as Cline turned to walk with Nixon to a building in the distance.

"Good. Let's go." Cline yelled over his shoulder. I stood still in the van and swayed nervously.

"No." I yelled back to him.

"What now?!" He turned around to face me. Nixon was about to whisper something in Cline's ear, but he swatted him away and began to yell at him. I noticed Jerry roll his eyes as he climbed back up into the van. I stood watching Nixon and Cline argue while Jerry dug around in the cabinet again. He showed me a pair of rather stylish sandals and jumped down again. As I bent over to slip the sandals over I heard Cline grunt in exasperation. I stood straight again to see Cline pulling Nicon to the building. I smiled and began to walk to the edge of the van as Jerry stuck out his hand to help me jump down. I helped close the left door of the van as Jerry slammed the right door.

As we walked towards the building I looked up to study Jerry. Tall. Around six foot. Slender. But also muscular. I could see that he would be desirable to other girls. Nixon said that Cline looks Mexican, which he does, but Jerry also looks Hispanic. Puerto rican maybe? But if he was it would be hard to explain his blue eyes. And he doesn't have an accent like Cline does. Maybe he's just tan. "Jerry, where are you from?" I questioned the giant. He quickly glanced down at me but refocused his eyes on the front door of the building.

"Why?" He replied.

"Well. You look Mexican. But you have blue eyes. And then I began to think, maybe you're not Hispanic at all. Just tan." He sighed, but still focused on where we were going. I kept my eyes on him.

"Venesula. But my grandmother married a Gringo man from England. My mother didn't inherit his blue eyes, and although my father is a true Venesulan, I somehow received the blue eyes." I slowly nodded my head and looked towards the doors of the building.

I can tell that Cline is the brains of the operation and Jerry is the strength. But Jerry also has brains. I mean, if you can read my mind, you're pretty smart. I looked back up at Jerry to notice that his face was so serious because he had been thinking so hard. "What are you thinking about?" I questioned.

"I'm trying to figure out why you're so full of questions." He looked back down at me and smiled.

"Well what am I supposed to say?!" I joke.

"Nothing."

"I'm supposed to say nothing? Or you're not thinking nothing?" I laugh when I see Jerry crack a smile, "No, wait. I messed that up. You're not thinking of anything?"

"No. Shush." The smile fades quickly from his face. I looked ahead and notice Cline turn his head in our direction and nod over to a collection of cars in the parking lot. I looked back up to Jerry only to see him tackling me. I tried to scream, but his left hand went over my mouth, while his right hand went around my arms and waist. After he tackled me, we stumbled for a few seconds, but Jerry gained his balance and picked me up. I kicked my legs as he carried me behind a car. As he crouched down he quickly took his hand away from my mouth "Shush. Don't say a word." Jerry reached his left hand into his back pocket. I sat quietly behind a black car, just like Jerry told me to. He scooched himself a little bit more towards the back of the car to see something, but I didn't know what it was. Once he got to the bumper of the car I saw him slowly slid a gun out of his pocket. I widened my eyes in shock, but still kept still and quiet.

But once I heard the gun shot I went hysterical.

Especially since it was Jerry that fell limp.