Chapter 2A Chapter by Walker AndreasenChapter 2 Evan
Zamora lay in bed asleep, dreaming peacefully of his world; his perfect world
where no one could hurt him. Unconsciously he rolled from his back to his left
side which put him facing his wife, Emily. Emily however did not sleep. Emily
sat against the headboard, pillows behind her back, propping her up. She
couldn’t sleep as her insomnia had struck once again. She arose out of the bed
and put her slippers on which sat on the floor next to her side of the bed,
quietly, patiently waiting to receive her feet. Besides her slippers she only
wore one of Evan’s T-Shirts. She went to the bathroom and pulled one of the
small Dixie cups from the small dispenser on the bathroom counter, filled it
with water than drank. The cool water slipped over her tongue then down her
slender throat. After
she was done with her drink she disposed of the cup in the garbage then
returned to the bedroom and went to the window which faced the street. She
looked out the window at the full moon which was partially obscured by the
clouds that had just released themselves for the benefit of the earth, only to
return to the skies again sometime in the future. The light it was reflecting
from the sun gave the dark pit of clouds a soft grey edge, leaving the viewer
able to distinguish the blackness of space and the clouds from one another. As
she was looking at the wonders of nature she thought she could hear the faint
beat of an old rock song from her youth then she looked to the north and saw an
old pickup truck on the adjacent street headed east but slowed before her
street, turned its lights off, then turned the music off, then turned onto her
street. It drove slowly and finally stopped in front of her house. Odd, Emily
thought and she watched on in curiosity. The
truck idled there and she thought she could see three people in the truck. She
could faintly hear voices coming from the truck and she opened the window a few
inches so she could eavesdrop on the motorists. She heard the voices getting
louder and louder then there was a muffled pop and a simultaneous flash against
the fogged windows in the cab of the truck. “Evan!”
Emily said in a slightly raised voice. Just enough for only anyone present in
the room to hear, having no regard for his peace in which he lay. He awoke from
his safe world and found himself looking at the empty spot next to him where
his wife should lay asleep in her world but saw only the blanket and sheet
pulled down. Through sleep filled eyes, still trying to wake up into reality he
did a quick scan of the room which lay in darkness except for the glow of the
digital clock on the dresser and the faint moon light coming through the
window. Evan saw her at the
window looking at him. He returned her eye contact and could see the slight
concern that had crossed her usually calm face through the shadows. He threw
the covers back and went to the window with her and looked out and down where
he noticed the truck. “They’ve
been sitting there for about 5 minutes now.” Emily informed Evan. “All
right,” he said, “I’ll go see what’s going on.” he kissed his wife on the cheek
then slipped his feet into his sneakers and did not bother tying them. As he stumbled down the stairs the image of
the truck sitting there kept playing through his mind. He knew exactly who it
was. He reached the front door and turned the porch light on and threw the door
open. He tried to see what was going on in the truck from his door way, after
all he was only wearing tennis shoes and his boxers. He could see two persons
holding each other and the third in the driver seat. Evan knew who was in the
driver’s seat. “Hey!”
Evan exclaimed. The two persons in the embrace didn’t move but the driver
looked to his right passed the two in the driver’s seat and at Evan. Even in
the dark shadows in the cab of the truck, he recognized the driver. The driver
flipped the lights on, put the truck in gear and sped away. Evan
felt a hand on his shoulder but didn’t acknowledge it. He knew it was his wife
and he looked on in the direction that the truck had gone. It wasn’t on his
street anymore but he looked on anyways. He knew it wasn’t his son as he would
have only been able to reach the leg of his boxers, maybe, and then quite
possibly pulling on them pulling them down as he tugged trying to get his
attention. Evan needed new clothes. All his fit loosely as he had lost 10
pounds in the past two months. “Do
you know who it was, babe?” Emily asked. “Naaaah,
just someone creepin’,” at that point he turned to his wife and smiled and
finished, “but I took care of him baby. I told you I would always protect you.”
He kissed her smiling lips as he put his hands around her waist. As they pulled apart they put their foreheads
together and she set a hand on his shoulder, the backs of her fingers against
his jaw line and said in a hushed voice, “I love you too baby but that was the
biggest crock of crap I’ve ever heard.” They
both laughed softly and she kissed his forehead and turned and headed back into
the house. As she turned from him he looked back in the direction that the
truck left, smile faded from his lips. “Come back to bed baby.” She said. Evan only
had one arm around her waist which slid off but her hand caught his and gently
pulled him into the house. He resisted just the tiniest bit, his focus on the
street but as the doorframe obscured his vision he turned and followed his
wife, stopping only to close and lock the door, which he locked the handle and
the deadbolt then turned the porch light off. On
his way up the stairs, Emily gently holding his hand, leading him away, all he
could think of was the truck, and who was in it. In the room she let go
of his hand and closed the door behind them. Evan kicked off his shoes and then
slid under the covers. Emily went to her side of the bed and climbed in pulling
the covers over her and rolled on her side facing Evan. He laid there on his
back, looking at the ceiling. His face had the look that his thoughts were deep
and scattered. She moved closer to her husband and pulled down the covers until
the sat at his waist. She laid against his side and put her one leg over his
under the covers and softly traced elegant nothings on his chest with her
finger. His focus on the ceiling did not break. “Evan,” she said to get
her attention. “Hmm?” he replied,
robotically, his focus still on the ceiling. “You remember when we
met?” “Of course.” He was responding, but
Emily knew that he wasn’t paying attention. She softly turned his head to face
her. His head turned but for a few seconds his eyes remained on the ceiling. He
looked at her blankly, his mind still pondering on whatever it had been. She
kept looking into his eyes until he came back into reality which was only a few
seconds later. “We need to go on a vacation.” He said before she
could say anything. “Have we taken Michael
to Disneyland yet?” “Baby we’ve talked
about this, he’s only three. We want to take him when he can actually remember
what he did.” “I know, I know…” she
could tell his thoughts were trailing off again. “Maurice,” she said. It
was Evan’s middle name. He hated it and she knew it. And Evan knew that when
she called him that she meant business. He looked into her eyes with his full
attention. “What’s wrong, Hun?”
Emily asked. “Nothing…we should
just…I think we need to leave for a couple of days.” His final thought he said
with a smile. “When?” Emily asked. “Um…tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” Emily
exclaimed. “Yeah, why not?” “Why not? Why not because Michael starts pre-school tomorrow which he can’t miss, you have that
presentation to give tomorrow and I have thing I need to do to get this house
ready. We’re trying to sell this house and I still have to shampoo the carpets
and-“ Evan cut her off by placing his finger
softly to her lips silencing her. He kissed her gently then said, “It’s simply
pre-school. It’s Day Care. My presentation isn’t due for another three weeks. I
was just going to surprise everyone by turning it in today. We can take a two
day break. We’ve all been working so hard lately we haven’t really given
anytime for each other. Just two, three days at the most, babe. We all need
this” Emily laid there and
looked at Evan. The man she was dedicated to for the rest of her life. Evan
brushed her hair behind her ear then said again in a whisper, “Please.” She laid there for another long moment,
and then finally said, “You’re right. I have no idea what’s going through your
head right now but I trust you. I trust you with my life. I love you. And if
you think we need this then we need this.” She kissed his neck softly then
nuzzled her head on his shoulder and started drawing her elegant nothings on
his chest again. He kissed her fore head then looked back up at the ceiling. After a few minutes her
tracing slowed, then stopped. Emily had fallen asleep and Evan let out a small
sigh. He closed his eyes and the last thing that he thought before he entered
his realm of peace was: When did he get
out of prison? © 2012 Walker Andreasen |
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