The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)
Chapter 4
That evening, Isaac stood at his father's bedroom door with a fist pick lodged in his thick hair, silently watching as the well-disciplined man studied his bible, as he did every evening prior to falling asleep.
Forever it amazed Isaac at how deep and methodical his dad would sink himself into his lessons, even to the point where the man would become totally oblivious to another person standing near him.
Isaac examined his father up and down as though he were an age old masterpiece that was clothed in a pair of striped pajama bottoms and a white Fruit of the Loom undershirt. His drooping cheeks and sullen eyes gave the impression that whatever he was reading upon in his great book was something very serious, yet somber.
Mr. Mercer then sighed and took off his reading glasses before slowly closing his book and staring off straight ahead at the bare, white wall for ten seconds. Once the ten seconds had passed, the man gradually looked up at Isaac and slightly grinned as if he were awakening from a stupor.
"Hey." Mr. Mercer yawned as he placed his bible on the bed next to him. "I didn't see you there."
Humbly grinning with his hands in his pockets, Isaac said, "You never do, dad. I just stopped by to see how you were doin.'"
"Aww, shoot, I'm just getting ready to fall asleep." Mr. Mercer gleefully smiled while stretching his chunky arms outwards. "It's been a long day. A long, good day, son."
"You know, I was just thinkin' to myself, perhaps I'll go and find a job."
"You goin' back to the garage?"
"Uh...no, sir," Isaac began to squirm. "I was thinkin' about maybe another line of work. Maybe...cleaning."
Almost immediately, Mr. Mercer's eyes grew two sizes larger with joy at his son's remark. "Cleaning, huh? And what brought this on? I thought you liked working down at the garage with Larry and Marvell. You three have been buddies for years."
"Yeah, I know, but...I wanna do something on my own for a change."
"Well, I can put in a good word for you with Mr. Wallace. Maybe he can put you with me at the federal building downtown. We can go in together every afternoon. That is if you don't mind getting off at eight every evening."
"That's cool. I figure it's time for me to start something new. Like you said this morning, 'start a brand new slate.'
Mr. Mercer smiled favorably at his boy and asked, "So, what was it like to see Isaiah after all this time?"
"Okay, I guess." Isaac huffed."Just okay," Mr. Mercer questioned in awe. "I figured you'd be over there all night."
"Yeah, me too, but he acts like he doesn't even know me." Isaac griped. "Lynn says that I just need to give him time to readjust to me all over again. Man, if only she had brought him along when she came to visit, then he wouldn't be actin' like this."
"Sometimes we act in the best interest of those we love." Mr. Mercer patiently explained. "Lynnette did what she thought was right for your son. You can't be mad at her for that. Proverbs 14:29 says that whoever is patient has great understanding, but one who is quick-tempered displays folly."
Isaac swallowed heavily at his father's words and asked, "So does that mean I'm supposed to forgive Lynn, even when she keeps my boy away from me?"
you and be thankful for what you have now. God hates
his head and then said, "I was
"Oh yeah," Mr. Mercer
"Yes, sir, just a little something to get us all back
to his nightstand drawer and pulled out a black wallet. He then took
if he had never laid eyes on
"For real," Isaac
With a grin and a shrug, Mr. Mercer said, "Why not?
bill into his pants pocket and watched as his father began to tuck himself into
tell the man on the way home from
stuttered, trying not to allow his voice to crack in
of your life full of regret. I realize that what took place back in November with your friends getting killed really tore you apart, but they're in the good Lord's hands now. You're here, and you have to move on, not just for
Mercer cut off his lamp while Isaac, with
Isaac turned and carefully shut his father's bedroom door before venturing out into the darkened
long John shirt and a pair of grew sweatpants, Isaac went into the living room and turned on the television. The full moon outside shined brightly into the room like a fog lamp in the
that it was a good day. The young man wanted more than anything to put the past behind him. It seemed as though that all the important people that he
and stepped over to the mantle where a wide mirror was mounted, along with an assortment of Kodak pictures that sat side by side above the fireplace. Isaac picked up the frame of himself, before his eyes changed their color. From the photo to the mirror and back
soon, no matter how much and how hard he prayed. The longer he
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was standing over. He watched and waited as the metallic package ballooned in both size and smell over the course of three and
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buttery popcorn that his wide mouth could inhale, along with the oatmeal cream pies that
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channel to the next he flipped and flipped; from the eleven o' clock news, to a Bewitched rerun, and all the way to
the things that he wanted to do while he
for a son that would embrace his dad the moment he walked through the door, but when all of his so called hopes and aspirations fell through, there remained only an empty feeling in the pit of his gut.
up, went to the bathroom and shaved. The young man detested even the slightest stubble on his face. With every meticulous stoke of the blade Isaac made sure that not one shard of hair was left behind. Even if it meant cutting
he shaved, until at last, like many times in the past, he nicked himself, this time just beside his left
"Shit!" He screeched, making sure that
ripped off a piece of toilet paper before patting the
more he tried to soak up the substance that was all the more his nostrils began
drop into slow motion. The man felt as light as a feather at that moment. Just then, the bathroom light started to flicker off and on. Isaac looked up and twisted the hot bulb to make sure it was screwed in tight. He then looked down at his bloody fingers. His
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