Romeo's Tale; Entanglement

Chapter Two: Jed

Jed Kurtline Johnson

Year 2020: I'm soothing myself sitting on a chair in an empty room, thinking about anything.

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Last year:

I wake up at exactly 7:00 o’clock in the morning. I open my eyes wide shallow and with a rapid breathing―imagine the sensation of waking up with teary-eye and perspiring-sticky skin caused by terrorizing visions in my dreams.

I can still feel the eeriness of how Mr. Schrodinger died yesterday that I dreamt about it badly disturbing.

Yesterday’s night, the time I decided to doze-off―I mean, to sleep in Clyd’s living-room’s couch―I heard Elizabeth talking to someone on the phone.

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop again, but I accidentally did. At this extent I can’t help to think I can be a great spy-intelligent―something like that―or maybe not. Lying down on my bed, I tilted my head where I could hear and see her enough from her room.

“You could just go home tomorrow. I’ll just tell everyone that you’re done with your contract with you work so you will be home almost immediately.” She said then pausing, looking around suspiciously, and then turning off the lights in her room. “Oh, come on Callahan.” She continues, this time I can’t see her anymore.

“Who’s Callahan?” I ask myself wonderingly shrugs.

“You didn’t mean to do it, right?” She impulsively asks to whoever is that named Callahan she’s talking to on the phone.

I tried not to presume too early about it―but, basing onto what Elizabeth is saying ‘didn’t mean to do?’, what if that Callahan, Mrs. Elizabeth’s talking to, is Mr. Schrodinger’s killer?

All ears I continue listening.

“We were at stake you said. You’ve done the right thing―that was for us.” She said sounding unconfident with her own words. “Just keep yourself in a right act once you got home, alright?” She added.

“Get his-self in a right act? For what and why?” I wonder bending my knees as slowly as I can.

My body’s all stiffed on the couch as I tried not to make any sudden noise―but well; unlucky as I am―I tipped off one of the book in a shelf reachable by my arm that it toppled swiftly straight down to the wood floor. The fall-off then made thumping sound, a noise enough for Elizabeth to hear from her room.

“Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shittttt.” I panic muttering as she opens the lights back on.

“Wait, I think I heard something…” Elizabeth excuse herself.

“Oh God, why am I all tangled up to this piece of shit…” I murmur in complain. As I panic, I find myself all tangled up to this scarf-thingy meant to make me feet warmth to sleep, but somehow rather made me―at the moment―feel worst. Just great―what else could go wrong?

I fixed myself down quickly, acting like it was just an accident and that I am asleep all of the time. I open my mouth slightly as if I snored and spread my arms side-wards towards the bookshelf where the book fell off and closed my eyes firmly. Maybe she’ll think that I just accidentally tipped it off. Well, in fact, it was really my unfortunate act.

She took a brief look at me turning her flashlight towards the couch where I should be sleeping then goes back to her room seeing the book on the ground and not knowing of an eavesdropper.

She walks back to her room. “Whoa!” I sighed in relief.

“It was just a book. It’s nothing.” She reassures Callahan.  “Okay that’s it! I’m going to tell everyone that you’re going home tomorrow. Bye.” She finally said then cut off the call turning back the lights to switch off.
I don’t know who is that ‘Callahan’ Elizabeth’s talking to and it kills me to know him―I’m afraid I can’t sleep when curiosity strikes.