Along Came Knight

Chapter 2

One moment, that's all it takes to change someone's life. For some it might be sending naughty photos to a boyfriend or girlfriend, others it could be cheating on a test or driving drunk. That all it takes, one idiotic moment for a life to change. In more than one case, more than one life is changed.

Right now, is a moment that will change my life. For better or for worse, who knows.

I'm going back to school for the first time in almost a decade, I'm not sure how to feel, how to act. I vaguely remember the cruelty of the kids, but I write it off the kids being too young and immature to understand what was wrong with me. Understand why I had to have my brother or a teach to lead me around.

How could I expect someone as young as I was to understand? It is unfair.

I understand that the possibility of the students here being the same is as high as a college student getting hit by a bus. Not impossible but there a slim chance of possible.

"Don't do anything stupid, please," giving Bishop, what I hope is a pleading look, I pray to God he won't do anything terrible. I know he's been going to school but that doesn't mean the moment I'm not home to help him, to keep him on track, he won't go crazy and throw away all his hard work. Father is rarely home, and I know there are times when Bishop wants to throw a crazy party or two but I'm always there to stop him because Father would literally murder him.

"I'll be careful," notice how he didn't say he would stay safe or out of trouble? He knows I took notice, but he also knows I won't say anything about it. I would rather leave our goodbye on good terms.

Opening my mouth, maybe I should say something, but the moment is lost when the truck door is pulled open. My elbow slips from the window ceil but is caught by Father. Gently, Father takes my forearm in his massive hand, guiding me so I can easily move to the edge of the seat. Swinging my legs out the door, I rest my feet on the step before taking one off and sliding off the seat, my foot touches the ground. Bringing my other, I stand up straight just as Father let's go of my arm, making sure I'm steady beforehand.

Stretching my muscles, I smile because I'm happy to finally be out of the truck. The drive was obnoxiously long and a way for Father to show me that I can't just go home willy nilly unless I wanted to fork up a crap ton of money.

Taking a small step, I can feel myself tilting in a direction that I don't really like and then I'm jerked upright again, my head spinning at the quick succession of each motion. Father's arm around my chest and hand on my back stabilize me and help me over the stupidly placed curb. I can feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, I nearly face planted on my first day back to school but thankfully Father was here to make sure that didn't happen.

"Good thing I brought you this," grabbing my hand, he placed multiple rods in my hand. Grimacing, I recognize the feel of my white cane. This particular instrument and I have a love-hate relationship. It is meant to help me but really, it's like a beacon for guys (scratch that) every human being in the world, except for Father and Bishop, to avoid me.

I also love the instrument because it lets everyone know that I am in fact, one hundred percent blind. I hate that awkward conversation that comes from me not having my white cane because it gets really quiet and I'm not sure if the person walked away or not. So...that's great.

"Why couldn't Agni come?"

"I told you that his paperwork is taking longer than I anticipated," frowning, you would think it would be a no brainer for him to be allowed to come with me. I need him to get around safely. I have my white cane for that, but people find a dog more approachable than a white stick. Plus, I can't exactly see the crosswalk sign change if I ever wanted to cross the street, Agni can.