Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A Chapter by Walker Andreasen

Chapter 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.
“What?” Emily said out of complete surprise.  She was not expecting that remark.

“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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A very good chapter. I like the wife spotting the truck and her husband insuring all things were okay. I like the conversation between wife and husband. Thank you for the excellent chapter.
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Oops. Redundancy. Fixing now.

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