Trying To Fit In part 3

Chapter 65-2

Trying To Fit In

Part 3

 

The door was closed and we were alone, it started to feel uncomfortable having him stare at me as if I was completely naked. Which I wasn’t grandma was kind enough to leave me clothed. The only thing that was missing was my socks and shirt. I was wondering how she removed those without me knowing about it, thinking man; I must have passed out completely not noticing it when he spoke. It brought me back to reality, asking me if I was alright. I nodded having him introduced himself once again taking his hand. The feeling wasn’t as strong this time, but it was there. He didn’t let go as our eyes stared into the same white space. I felt calm and perfectly relaxed. When we broke contact I was able to see that strange white light pulsating in his eyes.

I couldn’t look away, it held me, prisoner. When he blinked it was gone, again he said: “interesting, interesting indeed my boy.” I had gathered this time around his name having to reintroduce me from scratch. I would have done it before, but my mind couldn’t grasp all of it until now. He said his name was Bishop Earl. Bishop Victor Earl. He was fairly large man built like a linebacker, and fairly tall approximate 6 foot 5 or 7 hard to tell when he’s sitting and me lying down. I tried to sit up only to be brought back down. I felt very weak and it bothered me. his blue eyes I knew well after staring into the obsess, they were warm and friendly.

Something told me like Bishop Lanwall that he was seeing more than just me when he looked at me. It wasn’t creepy just unnerving as if he had dug deep into my soul and knew all my secrets. He was semi-bald with short black hair, graying on the edges near his ears. Which seemed almost Spockish or elfish with his slim broad nose almost to a point that matched his ears. His mouth was thin, but his jawline curved just enough to not to say it was pointy. I was told he had three boys of his own. His wife was named was Sandra. I don’t remember her, but Mom might have introduced her to me, but then again I had been introduced to so many people today I couldn’t recollect, In fact, I was having hard enough to remembering if I had gone to church at all.

I watched him open my window seeing me sweat and replacing the cool towel on my forehead, another thing I hadn’t noticed. I asked him. “Did we meet in church today, because I can’t seem to remember it?" He smiled telling me this the fifth time we have meet in a single day. I groaned feeling sick inside wondering why I couldn’t remember. I thought I had a good memory, but today was seriously begun to wonder.

He just smiled saying that same word again “interesting” it was starting to get on my nerves.

I said was, “what was interesting was had happened to me.”

He asked, “like what?” Almost teasing me.

I said, “the strange feeling I get every time I shake your hand.” He smiled and stippling his fingers, waiting for me to explain further, but his eyes kept pulsating every time he blinked. I tied to close my eyes, but I couldn’t stop staring at them.

Finally, he confirmed my suspicions saying it’s not the first time I had felt this feeling. I said. “No, but I was closes to death the last time or on the brink,” He nodded asking me to describe the feeling and what took place. I trusted him, but I asked anyway, he took my hand again and looked at me. I was standing in the same field and Jeff was standing there smiling at me. I tried going to him, but something was holding me back. I blinked and he was gone and I was back staring at the Bishop again watching the light pulsate back into his deep blue eyes.

Saying “yes my boy you can trust me.” I Asked him if he saw the same thing that I did, having him give me the same details.

Adding “your friend seems worried, but he can’t help you now;” he didn’t have to say his name but he did it anyway. Giving me a complete description of him, standing in the field dressed in white. I gasped feeling sick and weak.

Mom was knocking on the door asking if I was alright I didn’t know how to answer, but the Bishop said for her to come in. telling her he had put me through enough for today. I noticed the clock on my dresser it was nearly 6 pm. I was wondering where the day had gone. I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t let me.  Bishop told her I would need to take a nap for an hour or so. She nodded feeling my head, telling me I was a little feverish; Bishop simple smiled telling her I had a hard day.

Once again closed my eyes and when I woke it was nearly nine. Mom had placed a blanket over me and my pants were folded across the chair. Grandma smiled saying Officer Kenly was here and wanted to see if I was alright. I Asked Grandma if I had passed out. She said several times ever since I come back from church. Told me I could barely hold a conversation before I passed out again. I asked if the Bishop was still here she said he had just left.

I groaned feeling sick. I had missed the entire Sunday and had no clue what I and the Bishop talked about or if we had a conversation. I had to ask if they tranquilized me more than once. Grandma said, “No just once.” Asking. “Do you still feel the effects?”

I said, “I wasn’t sure, but I needed to pee like a racehorse.” Grandma helps me sit up telling Officer Kenly I needed a few moments, but needed his help so I could use the bathroom. My legs were still weak but I was able to walk most of it on my own. Which was good? I didn’t need to be a side of beef; he could see I was unharmed on the outside. He was just concerned about how I was feeling. He waited outside the door and when I was done he helped me to the coach.

Mom laid me down and placed a pillow for my head and covered me with a blanket. She even brought me my dinner and set it up a TV tray so Grandma could feed me. She took my temperature and checked my pulse in the old fashion way. Telling Mom I was practically normal. Mom sighed with relief hearing Don honk the horn which said he was getting restless. Grandma yelled “hold your horses,” growling at how impatient he was, Grandma quickly gave me two kisses and reminded me to call her. I nodded and told her I loved her. She said she loved me more, closing the door behind her.

Officer Kenly said he be around nine to see if I made it through the night. I knew he was teasing me, but it concerned me knowing my father would be released long before he got here. I had only one more matter to attend to and that was Dad. I winced thinking about the day I had which seemed fuzzy. I hoped he wouldn’t ask too many questions. I asked Mom if I could use the phone to call the Rothwell’s.

She handed me the phone after dialing the number Dad picked it up on the seconded ring. I knew he must have been pacing noting the time was after ten. He sighed with relief when heard my voice telling Mom that it was me. I could here praising God in the background telling everyone else that it was me. Dad repeated almost everything I said until Mom picked up the other line. Talking over Dad asking me how I was, how did church go? I lied saying everything went fine. Saying we only attended sacrament meeting and came home.

I didn’t mention I had an episode or how I felt at the moment. Some things are best unsaid. When they had gotten all the details out of me and Mom they wished me goodnight and reminded me to call them. This time set a time no later then ten; stating if I hadn’t by then, they were coming down to get me. Mom paled saying she promised that won’t be necessary. Dad said he would personally bring the things I needed asking me if there was anything special. I couldn’t think of anything except my swimsuit and typewriter, then quickly added my music books and the piece I was doing for my recital.

I knew Mom said she would buy them so she could have a copy, but I didn’t want her to spend money on things when I already had them. I quickly hung up the phone after telling them I loved them and missed them; hearing them repeat that they loved me too and missed me. I knew Mom was waiting for me to say those words to her and it hurt her hearing me say them to the Rothwell’s, but two days and a half don’t make an instant mother. It had taken months before I had said them to the Rothwell’s and meant it.

I had fallen asleep on the couch while Aaron was in the tub. Mom didn’t wake me just set a sleeping bag on the floor for Aaron. She should have woken me, so I could have taken my tonic and pills. But Mom simply thought I would sleep through the night until I had woken up screaming. She was there in a flash witnessing a night terror. Not a bad one, but bad enough to tranquilize me before it went totally out of control.

Several times I had pushed the button on my wrist seeing my father’s phantom. Quickly backed out the front door seeing her face and had turned my back to fight my father’s phantom she tranquilized me watching me drop to the ground. Quickly tied me up then called Officer Kenly. She was in tears when I woke sitting beside me with my head in her lap. Officer Kenly had handcuffed my hands to the bed and had strapped his belt around my feet to keep me from hurting myself or my mother.

When they knew I had fully woken they released me it was almost three in the morning before he left and didn’t leave until I had drunk the tonic and taken my pills. Waiting long enough until I was out cold. It was almost nine when I woke up, Mom had spent the entire night in my bed with me and Aaron was on the floor curled up in his sleeping bag. When I moved she opened her eyes with a tranquilizer in her hand about to tranquilize me. When I told her that I was alright she set it down and hugged me to her chest. Telling me I scared the living hell out of her and my brother. I nodded saying I was sorry, she hugged me again didn’t let go until there was a knock at the door.

Mom carefully stepped over Aaron so she didn’t wake him, but that simple movement he was up like a flash bumping his head on my bed. Mom said for him to keep an eye on me until she got back. He quickly climbed in bed with me hugging me afraid I would leave him. Mom nearly had to pry him looses, but he let go realizing it was just Officer Kenly and another Officer. I was used to being a side of beef; one more person wasn’t going to bother me. I didn’t have to be searched so they just came by to pick up some clothes for my father. Mom quickly obliged stuffing several into a trash bag. Stating that he better not come within a mile of me or he will spend the rest of the week in jail.