Thicker Than Blood

Chapter 9: A Day at the Station

Hours went by as I just sat there, blanked face with nothing but questions racing through my mind. The office sat quite as if someone had just died. Except, every time someone had died around me, it was everything but quiet. The faint noise of breathing was the only sound that was heard around the station. The silence was killing me slowly within. Having no one to talk to why trying to keep my thoughts within my head is destroying me from the inside out. I can't keep any of it in anymore. I have to somehow find a way to let all this aggression and pain out but how. The very thing that I thought I loved doing was the one thing that was deuterating me. I guess everyone is right about people like me. Maybe it is better that we are locked up and put to death as it is the only way to end our suffering. The suffering that drives us to do what we do with no hope of returning to a normal being we all thought we once were. Maybe the man on the phone was right as well; maybe my ego has gotten out of hand and is what is leading to, what seems to be, my down fall.

I have to leave and soon. But how? I have too much too loose if I leave now. And what if the guy has actually found me and will kill me. I'm safer staying in this vary spot I put myself in right now then to leave it all behind. Oh, my head! My head spinning with all these wild thoughts that possess my head. What have I done? What kind of dilemma have I gotten myself into? I must get some fresh air RIGHT NOW!

I look around the office before pushing my chair backwards. Trying slowly and quietly not the allow the wooden chair to scrap across the floor. As I get out my chair, I, every so slightly, push it back into the desk as it is a way in the force of keeping your desk in order as you do with everything else.

Walking towards the back door, a voice rings out from behind me: "Hey, Jim! You going for a smoke? I'll join you, alright?" I turned around and to no surprise, it was Dwight.

Oh, how lucky I was at this very moment in time to be interrupted by the idiot himself. But there's nothing I can do to shake him off of me as he follows me like a lost puppy. I looked over my shoulder and just let out a low moan/grunt as I continued to walk towards the door.

Outside, Dwight and I strike up a conversation on the Jennette and her case.

"Rob thinks the lumber jack that got the cut-off plaid sleeve that always at Ronnie's did it. What you think?" I just took a long drag from my cigarette to which I then look at Dwight and with a straight face told him, "You dumbass, that's every idiot in that fucking hell hole. They all wear plaid jackets. No way Rob would say some dumb shit like that. That some shit you made up and didn't want to make yourself look like an idiot, so you put in on Rob." I looked away taking another hit from my cigarette as Dwight started to spit some stupid shit out of his mouth.

As he kept going on about the case, I just looked up to the heavens asking why. Why the fuck did god give this loser vocal cords. His voice was not doing wonders for my thoughts. They eventually turned into ones about him. There is no one in this town that would miss him. Nada. Maybe his cat but even then, that debatable.

After so long, I had had it. I turned to him with my cigarette lit in my fingers still. It was time for one of those thoughts to become reality again. Putting on a fake smile and tilting my head as if I was a little school girl trying to act cute. I told him very kindly, "Dwight, would you like to go get some coffee right now?"

The words stop coming out his mouth. He looked shock. It took him a second for a word to come out, which was something that never happens.

"Sure. Where you want to go?" He said

"Oh, I know the place. It just opened up just outside of town. It apparently will be the new 'Place' to go, ya know?" Gesturing for him to follow me to my car and getting in. Both of us having smiles on our faces yet not for the same reasons.

"I wonder where were going? I hope it's a Starbucks. It's about time we got one out here. There prices are surprisingly not that bad. $2 for a medium coffee, that's something I can get behind." Dwight said as I we left the parking lot.