Bryon's POV
Today is Halloween, 1975. My Friday started the same as every weekday begins; wake up, have a shower, brush my teeth and shave any stubble, get change, eat some breakfast then leave for work. My life has been the same routine for- well, I can't even count how many years.
I started my job as a chef soon after I called the police on my foster brother back in 1967 for drug dealing. I've been carrying the guilt of sending him to jail ever since, I haven't heard much from him since the last time I saw him in person. I still remember the last conversation and the words he said to me...
'Like a friend once said to me, 'That was then, and this is now'.'
I was that friend.
As I left the house and started heading into the city, which was easy enough due to the fact my place of work was a half an hour walk. I found this better then driving otherwise I'll be sitting in traffic for that half an hour. As I walked, I was soon deep in thought. Being a chef at an Italian restaurant wasn't exactly the career I wanted growing up, it was just a job that kept me occupied, as well, it kept me distracted with the daily thought of Mark and how jail might be treating him.
I hardly talk to my ex, Cathy Carlson (who I dated around the time I sent Mark to jail), but I'm aware she is now an English teacher in a place called Garyville for the junior high school. Ponyboy Curtis was a kid I always thought was a bit stuck up compare to the rest of us, he is now an author. Lastly, I heard Tim Shepard had died in a gang violence related accident, it may all just be rumours though.
As I walked down the street, pushing back some of the dark hair out of the way of my matching dark eyes, I suddenly felt a tight grip of a hand grabbing my arm and starting to run, dragging me with them. I had no idea what was happening, and thinking it may of been an old friend of mine, such as Terry Jones, I just ran behind them with the idea that this was just a little fun Halloween trick.
It took a few minutes of running for me to recognise where this mysterious person has dragged me. It was the alleyway beside where Charlie's bar use to be. It was the same alleyway that Charlie got shot whilst protecting Mark and I-
I didn't even get to finish my train of thought when I was suddenly pushed to the ground and quickly felt a heavy weight on my chest and elbows. I didn't bother to struggle.
"Hello Bryon."
A voice said out loud, a voice I recognised too well, a voice I grew up with.
"M- Mark?!"
I stuttered out in surprise. My assumption was a correct guess when my foster brother took off his sunglasses and tossed them to the side.
I never thought I would be so close to those golden eyes ever again.
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TBC...
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