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."

backwards into the couch where he was sitting and

tell you later on." He flinched,

"I get off from work at five, come down to the church and we can talk then. I'd stop by,

hesitantly said, sitting back and wiping

"I gotta go

dad," Isaac

heard before; it startled Isaac enough to where he even lost track of where Isaiah

he handed

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

The mock conversations were customary; Isaiah would just sit and clap his tiny hands as though a parade were trolling right through the living room. The boy was happy to see someone enjoying

and forth father and son played until the newsbreak on the television re-ran reports of the murder of the kidnapper, the dead bodies

There were the usual speculations from the usual talking heads on just what kind of animal could have possibly killed all seven people in one night, and just what authorities were planning on doing to capture the

TV as the screen scrolled through every little Sanders girl. Their angelic faces were alive with euphoric vitality

stream of drool dripped down and out of Isaac's bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely

handing

Isaac's hands and knees all shook in perfect unison as Leroy Cummins' sharply dressed photo appeared on the television. He remembered the generous man offering

struggled as he lifted his aching body from off the couch, "your mom wants you to take a bath before

off the child's body, cut on the warm water and then placed his boy inside the tub.

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

scream in his head in a high pitched tone. Much like the proverbial 'fingernails across the chalkboard', Isaac couldn't help but to drown in the hellacious notion that everything that happened two nights earlier was nowhere to be found in his mind. Even the remembrances of the

to children, and yet, had it not been for the TV, not one

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

a habit." Isaac scolded, shoving

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