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."

himself backwards into the couch where he was sitting and

"Dad...I got something to 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, but the car

hesitantly said, sitting back

"I gotta go

"I will, dad,"

it startled

"Dah," the child squealed out as he

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

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

television re-ran reports of the murder of the kidnapper, the dead bodies in

kind of animal could have possibly killed all seven people in one

every little Sanders girl. Their angelic faces were alive with euphoric vitality as their smiling parents held all four of their

and out of Isaac's bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely void of any emotion at that instant,

Isaiah blurted out, handing his father his

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 him a ride two days earlier,

he lifted his aching body from off the couch,

into the warm bathroom Isaac promptly removed every item of clothing from off the child's body, cut on the warm water and then placed his boy inside the tub. With only a bar of soap Isaac scrubbed Isaiah from head to

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

the proverbial 'fingernails across the chalkboard', Isaac couldn't help but to drown in the hellacious notion that everything that happened two nights

screaming of all sorts, from that of adults to children, and yet, had it

water splashed into Isaac's dead face,

playing with that thing, boy, it'll turn into a habit." Isaac scolded,

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