Went out practicing driving with my good friend Emily. I know, 18 and I don’t even have a license yet. But everybody has got to start somewhere. Hell, I just got my first job a week ago. As the title says, I’m slowly movin on. While I was driving, for the first time, I actually felt like I knew what I was doing while driving. I was getting a good feel for it. And I feel it can only get better from here. After practice, Emily took me out to Lake Floyd, a very nice neighborhood centered around a very nice lake. Very nice. I’ve decided, eventually, I might live there. You never know. My future is so unpredictable. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. The best thing about life is the journey itself. My life has made such a nice change. I’ve met new people that I feel well change my life. I’m going to be making money. And I’m finally on my way to getting a license. And yes, I will be going to college. Slowly, but surely, things are movin on.
David dreamed again, yet they were not normal dreams. They were dreams of his memories. His mind flashed to a Sleep Inn hotel. He had rented a room for his mother, wife, and daughter, whom were all sitting on one of the nicely kept beds, watching him pace back and forth. He was trying to decide whether to call the police or just stay silent. These men…something about them hadn’t seemed right. He had heard stories of this Charles Sanders, and most were about his court trials. Court trials that told of crimes he had supposedly committed. Crimes of theft, treason, kidnappings, even murder. But none were won by the accused. Somehow, Sandy had won every battle, conquered every obstacle. And he had been a very rich man.
Then the story got out on how he disappeared. Several months he had been gone, and not a single trace of him had been found to this day. Now this man, who called himself Burn, speaks of him, and David had seen in Burn’s eyes. When Burn said he was alive, he spoke the truth. Now Sandy will want something to do with him, David, and his family; because of what his mother had said and heard. For the death of his cousin.
“…Daddy?” Amber whispered from her spot on the bed, little legs crisscrossing nervously, “What going on?”
“Yes, David, for the last time, what is going on?” Jane snapped, agitated. He winced at her tone; she rarely spoke to him like that, and when she did, she was either very annoyed or very scared. He knew she was both. He was scaring her; scaring all of them. But he had no choice, he had to keep his family safe. I wish my sister was here, David thought, then thought quickly, wait, no I don’t. She’s safer away from us.
His mother went over and tentatively touched his shoulder. “David, you are overreacting. Those men…they aren’t that bad. I’m not afraid of them. If you must, call the police if it makes you feel better. But I refuse to hide away from my own house!” She started towards her purse, and slung it over her shoulder. “David, I suggest you take Jane and Amber and go home. You’re being ridiculous.”
“I agree, Dave. C’mon, we’re leaving.” Jane took Amber’s hand and moved with Cassandra to the door. David watched them helplessly, dread clenching his gut. He had frozen, and his mind seemed to be geared closed, and no coherent thoughts passed through, but uncertainty and panic. His mother’s hand closed around the door handle, and Jane was taking his hand. “C’mon, David, give me the keys.”
Then the phone rang. They all stopped, and looked at it. David’s heart started to thump harder, and blood seemed to gush back into his veins. His thoughts whirled ever faster. It’s him. It’s him. It has to be him. It’s him.
Amber answered it. David clenched his fist, stifling a moan.
“Hello?” She said, in a professional voice, as she always did when answering the phone in their own house. Pause. Then her eyes shifted to David. “For you, Daddy.” She held out the phone to him.
Daddy, David thought sickeningly, head pounding, oh God, I hope they didn’t hear her call me Daddy.
He took the phone, and pressed it to his ear. “…hello?”
“David Cooper. I was hoping I’d reach you.” The voice was smooth, reassuring.
“Who is this?” David whispered, licking his lips.
“Surely, Gerald told you?” Slightly amused.
“I…I want to hear you say it…” David said, mustering up a bit of determination. His mother, wife, and daughter were watching him, Cassandra’s hand still on the door knob.
The voice laughed, and it was a nice laugh, but with a hint of menace, and David felt like his clenched insides were trying to be fooled into false relief.
“Fine, my good man, fine. I am Charles Dean Sanders, son of Henry John Sanders and Susan Irene Sanders. Brother of Robert Sanders, now deceased, God bless his soul. I am a multi-millionaire, former member of the United States Senate. Enough for you?”
“Yes!” David gasped. He was gripping the night table, his knuckles white. His heart was a rabbit’s thumping foot.
“Good. Now I’d like if you’d stop panicking and stay calm. I know you have taken your family, including your mother, to the Sleep Inn hotel on 3rd Street. You can tell that much since I called you here. I’ll always know where you are going. You are being followed.” A small pause, while David rushed to the room’s window, and peeked behind the curtains, looking for anything suspicious.
“What’s out there, Daddy?” Amber piped, but David waved her down as Sandy spoke again.
“I have a great deal to talk of with you. About my cousin and your mother. Now, now,” Sandy said, as David started to interject, “you and your family are not in any immediate danger,” David noted the word immediate, “and I would like to talk about…negotiations. I know your mother has already spoken about the dealings she heard, and told about them. That has already been taken care of, so it’s no harm done. Except she still knows what she has told. Therefore, I can’t let her out of my sight. I take it she hasn’t told a word of it to you or the rest of your family?”
“No, not a word.” David answered honestly.
“I didn’t think so. Then you have the opportunity to take your wife and daughter and go, without being watched or followed, and you can live freely. But your mother must come with us. If you refuse, you all will be watched, and you will be under my control.” Sandy said all of this with an unmistakable sound of authority. Of right and command. Of power.
“Who are you?” David said simply, really meaning, “Who are you to do and say all of this to me?”
Sandy heard the latter question. “I am simply Charles Sanders, a.k.a. Sandy. As of right now, I am more powerful than the president. In a few months, a lot of things are going to be happening. Things of unfortunate catastrophe and violence all over the world, but in the long run it will serve a greater good. This countries government is too flawed. This world as a whole is much to cruel to each other. This country needs to seize and control everything. The entire Earth needs to be one country. The United States of the World. Just think about it, it is a dream come true.” Sandy spoke as if he really was in a dream, his voice slightly distant. He meant everything he said, and planned to carry it out. The thought scared David. Scared him badly.
“David, I’d like to talk with you again. I’m sorry we can’t meet in person, I am currently on the other side of the country. But I assume we will meet eventually. From now on, though, I’d like you to stay at the hotel, until my second in command, Burn, tells you otherwise. He will be the one you answer to, from now on. You will be taking orders from me, through him.” He paused, then his voice became softer. “Unless, of course, you give up your mother, and allow yourself and family freedom.”
David looked at his mother, who was staring at him quizzically, still holding the door. Then he looked at Jane and Amber, whom were also watching him closely. Their faces held only questions. A single tear welled up in his eye, and he looked away hurriedly. “You know I can’t do that. I couldn’t give anyone up…” He whispered, hating the situation more than he had ever hated anything.
“I know,” Sandy said soothingly, “I know…I was hoping you’d put more consideration for your daughter, but I suppose this is your mother we’re talking about. Maybe they equal in importance? No matter. Get some rest. Go ahead and explain to your family if you must, just make sure none of them leave. Otherwise, you all will be apprehended and sent to stay with Burn instead, and I don’t think any of you would enjoy it. Today is Friday, and tomorrow, I think it would be best if you took your family to the park or maybe the movies. Enjoy yourselves. At eight o’clock, you will return to the hotel and you, by yourself, will make a visit with Burn at the same place as last time. Your daughter will not be going to school, that as also been arranged. Goodnight, David Cooper.” He hung up.
David stood exactly where he was, the phone still clutched in his hand, his eyes distant and still. He was lost for words. Then his daughter spoke, and his eyes snapped to her.
“It’s going to be okay, Daddy.”
— The Dalai Lama
Testing out all tumblr’s uses. So here’s a link.
Testing out all tumblr’s uses. So here is a song.
So I dug up my Tumblr. Like my Twitter, this was long forgotten about. But, unlike my Twitter, I think I’ll actual use this. Now just to get a bunch of followers! lol