The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Chapter 24

Captain Kangaroo was conversing back and forth with both Mr. Green Jeans and Mr. Moose on the television while Isaac spoke in a low, overcast tone to his father over the phone.

Dressed in the same clothes from the night before, Isaac watched Isaiah crawl and romp about on the floor with his Fisher Price toy phone while he sipped away on his fourth cup of coffee for the morning. Isaac's mind was from the TV and drifting even further away from his son.

Every so often he would stare down at his scarred fingernails that felt as if someone had pierced each of them with sharp needles.

"Isaac, are you still there?" Mr. Mercer worriedly asked.

Shaking himself awake, Isaac replied, "I'm fine, dad. I just got a bad headache. Did the fuzz bring your car back yesterday?"

"Yeah, they brought it back last night. I think the carburetor needs replaced."

Just then, a long pause prevailed. The pause was soon followed by a moan from Isaac's father.

"Son...is everything alright with you? You sure don't sound fine."

Just judging by his father's stretched out gap in speech Isaac could sense that he was stressed over his grueling ordeal. All the young man could do was sit and shut his eyes in angst.

"Yeah, dad, I just need some time to...to work things out."

"Where's Lynn at?"

"She went out to get some more medicine for Isaiah. She said she'll be back before nine."

"Isaac, just relax and let the good Lord take care of everything. You've got a friend in him."

frustration, Isaac threw himself backwards into the couch where he was sitting and began to

later on." He flinched, trying with all his might not to

"I get off from work at five, come down to the church

be there." Isaac hesitantly said, sitting back and

"I gotta go

"I will, dad," Isaac sniffed before hanging

shakiness in his father's tenor that he hadn't heard before; it startled Isaac enough to

"Dah," the child squealed out as he handed his father his toy

came across Isaac's battered face before taking the plastic receiver, holding it to his ear

his tiny hands as though a parade were trolling right through the living room. The boy was happy to

Back and forth father and son played until the newsbreak on the television re-ran reports of the murder of

from the usual talking heads on just what kind of animal could have possibly killed all

With Isaiah frolicking in his arms Isaac's eyes were locked firmly on the TV as the screen scrolled through every little Sanders girl. Their angelic faces were alive with euphoric vitality as their smiling parents held all four of their children

Isaac's bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely void of any emotion at that instant, as though someone had shut off a light and

"Here!" Isaiah blurted out, handing his father

all shook in perfect unison as Leroy Cummins' sharply dressed photo appeared on the television. He remembered the generous man offering him a ride two days earlier, but what

"C'mon, man," Isaac struggled as he lifted his aching body from off the couch, "your

Once he managed to limp his way into the warm bathroom Isaac promptly removed every item of clothing from off the child's body, cut on the

it was never a strenuous chore to bath Isaiah. The child actually enjoyed being wet; just splashing about in the water was all playtime for him. He knew that he should have been paying close attention to the

that happened two nights earlier was nowhere to be found in his mind. Even the remembrances of the grueling strain

He recalled screaming of all sorts, from that of adults to children, and yet,

of the sudden, sprinkles of soapy water splashed into Isaac's dead face, alerting him to find

a habit." Isaac scolded,

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