“I am the Returner”

Chapter 30: “I am the Returner”

 

 

 

 

           

Trevor was dumped into his room, tossed to the wall against his bed, next to where he’d been standing previously. Heaving and unable to breathe, he climbed off his bed, churning and coughing until he could find a gasp of air. This broke incapacitation. He got up, and went to the bathroom. He had to piss badly. Since he was in the realm of Greeley, though it probably stopped and started with his use of time-stop. He was finally home-free. It felt like he’d spent at least eighteen hours in there; And he was right. Not to be confused with some sort of alternate time flow, certainly time had passed, about ten hours. “Right, I’m back.” He affirmed. He looked in the mirror, swept his hair, turned the water on, washed his brow, and gave himself a smile. He was happy. He was a master of his powers, his power’s keeper’s place in hell was restored to order, and he was mostly graduated. Things were looking up and he felt comfortable and able to face anything.

           

Trevor was in luck, it was early and also Tuesday. He hadn’t a care in the world. He was tired and ready to rest his body. Trevor got up and looked at the clock. It was ten p.m again. He looked outside, it was black all over. No lights were on in the neighborhood. “Holy s**t.” Trevor was still half asleep. “Uhhhh.” He yawned. Unsure of what to do, he turned on the TV. He turned the channel to that which a secret agent movie was on. It was entrancing for at least an hour and a half. Then he got up and punched the off button on the remote. He was unsure of what to do once more. His parents were asleep once again, and there was nowhere to turn to. Leading himself away from his room and stepping out to the living room, he got on the computer. Of course, instantly, he got on Myspace. He draped the mouse along the edges of the site frame. The only thing he could think of doing was contacting Diana. He sent a message that was easy and direct. He waited for around half an hour, no response. Trevor picked himself up and walked to the kitchen. Nothing he could find that he wanted. Instead deciding to get some water, and walking back to the computer. Took a swig, and refreshed. He shot his mouse to the lovely words posted in bold, colorful print and clicked to enter his message box. It was surely her. Trevor was elated, he pressed the title of the message that read “re: when can I see you?” and took a look at what she said.. “What’d it say?” Trevor read the screen, but still couldn’t decipher what she meant. “Good! I’m lonely and alone. Would you like to come over?” Trevor was awestruck. He did want to. Thinking back to the hell he’d literally just been through. It ate away at him. He’d killed a demon and left the rest to be dealt with. He was overstimulated and uneasy.. He did want to leave.

            Trevor hit reply, and then asked her. “When?” he waited and waited, and waited. He kept waiting, and begun walking around obnoxiously and drinking his cup of water. Watching it slosh around as he went. He returned to the computer as he finished the cup. Of course, she still hadn’t replied. “Frustrating.” He decided to get up again. Only this time, he opened the drawer next to the computer. He saw that the weed. His dad’s weed, was sitting nestled in there, and also a metal pipe. Trevor was hesitant to actually use it, or even pick it up. Not smoking for a while, he wasn’t sure how it would make him feel. The uncertainty wasn’t going to stop him though. He started smoking while he still had time. He packed it and lit up. Breathing in and out steadily, not too heavily, it wasn’t much, he didn’t want to smoke too much of it. Maybe because he didn’t want his father to notice, or maybe he just didn’t. Proceeding to puff it slowly while still lit, not touching all of it quickly, the thought of waiting to go somewhere still lingering in his mind. Forcing all his willpower into completing, ready to be done and to feel the after effects. He was done.

            Trevor emptied it and put it away. Doing a few things to air out the room including opening a window, “No problems here.” He thought. He was worried about how late it was getting. Not too much so, but, he went to pack a bag and some CDs as a precaution. “Good idea.” He exited his room and went back to the computer. Finally, she had returned his message. “How about tonight?” he was excited. “Yes.” He clacked on the keyboard.

            “I’ll leave now. How do I get there?” Surprisingly she responded immediately with her address and some words of encouragement. She lived pretty far away. In a town north of him, down the interstate, he was happy to be leaving at this moment. Going through that and now this all in the same night. A nice drive was something he’d never experienced. He exited his house with a smug feeling and got in the car and turned it on. He sat for a few, because he knew you were supposed to let the engine run for a few before a big trip. “Right?” Trevor disregarded this sentiment. He put his CD case on his lap and unzipped it. He found a good one to play almost instinctually. “No problems here.” He gently tapped it in and reversed out of his driveway. He took off into the night.