The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Charles and Lynnette walked down the hallway of the five floor tenement that led towards his apartment. The wallpaper was peeling and the hardwood floors creaked with every step. Termites could be seen crawling in and out of the walls, while the light bulbs above fizzled off and on every other minute.

But to Charles, his surroundings were all just mere annoyances that he managed to bypass with every day that went by; in other words, he didn't care what his new home looked like, it was a home.

The second they reached his apartment, Charles took out his key and unlocked the door. Before they could even enter, the aroma of fried chicken immediately made its way into their nostrils and out into the hallway.

Allowing Lynnette to enter before him, Charles snickered, "I've been trying to fry some chicken like Mrs. Mercer used to do, but I still don't have the hang of it after all these years."

Lynnette just casually smiled as Charles closed the door behind him. The apartment was only one room that consisted of a murphy bed that was still lying flat on its feet, a tiny stove and fridge to the far corner and a bureau that sat right next to a window that overlooked Downtown Cypress.

Directly in the middle of the floor was a small dining table. Charles placed his bible down onto the table and meekly uttered, "I'm sorry that the place is such a mess. I didn't get much of a chance to pick up this morning before I left."

Grinning, Lynnette said, "You don't have to apologize. Believe me, I've seen worse."

Rubbing his hands together in a nervous fashion, Charles said, "Well, go ahead and have a seat."

Lynnette sat herself down at the dining table while Charles went for the fridge. "Did you want something to drink? I have water and milk."

"I'll have some water, please."

At once, Charles took a glass and filled it with water before handing it to her and sitting himself down on the other end of the table.

The man sat in distant silence and watched as the young lady took her water down in one, continuous gulp before she sat the cup back down onto the table.

Charles thoughtfully reflected upon Lynnette, from her eye all the way to her missing finger. Isaac was everywhere; no matter where he turned, his son was there. He tried so hard not to stare, but the urge stabbed at him like a sword to the stomach. Just Lynnette's mere presence inside his apartment was both surreal and haunting.

"So, this is where you're staying at now?" Lynnette glanced all around.

"Yes, yes, this is it." Charles aimlessly tapped his fingers on the table. "Sometimes we all have to just move on."

Concealing her right hand out of sight, Lynnette said, "I went away for a while after the incident, too."

"Yeah," Charles murmured to himself before looking away for a second. "So, how has the rest of your family been lately?" He looked back at Lynnette.

Playfully rolling her eyes, Lynnette replied, "My family is my family. My sisters are still crazy after all these years."

Smiling, Charles said, "I hear you."

Lynnette then leaned forward and asked, "So tell me, why did you leave your church?"

Grunting, Charles answered, "Child, sometimes this life takes us in all kinds of unexpected directions."

"Don't I know it?"

"Heck, the men and women in the bible went through all kinds of crazy journeys. I just needed to back away for a moment or two."

Lynnette humbly nodded her head. "I know you look at me and wonder just what in the world I've been up to."

"It's crossed my mind a time

I've been working a lot,

"Young lady...don't try and con a

back and forth in their sockets.

"How

"How...how long

"How long have you

blushed while giggling, "A junkie?

life before I met his mother. Believe me, I know a junkie when I see one. And as much

Lynnette turned her head away from Charles at that instant. "What do you want me to say?" She shamefully uttered

man. I realize that what you and the baby went through nearly killed you. But by the grace of God, you're both still here." Charles

around, Lynnette boldly said,

killed the other night. He and

his head up and down. "I knew that brother way back when. I didn't know him personally, but he was a real beast back in the day. It looks like the devil finally snatched him away from

"I was never afraid of Clavell."

at Lynnette before leaning forward and asking, "Lynn, I need for you to tell me something, and I want the truth. Now, I know you hate talking about him, but I need to know

Instantly, Lynnette shot up from her seat and began wandering about the

a terrible situation to discuss, but I have a feeling that you haven't discussed it since

want me to say?" She spun around shouting.

young man that I saw down at that church was a completely different man. But I know for a fact that you saw something else. Isaac didn't just beat you, there was something

screamed. "But if I told you, you would never, ever believe me! Why? Because I still can't believe it myself! Hell, as far as I'm concerned, I'm still having a

nothing. You look like you haven't eaten or slept in weeks. Believe me, child, I understand tragedy, but what you went through was more than just a tragedy. You

can't imagine what

from the table and approaching Lynnette, Charles desperately stated, "You should've seen his eyes when he came to the church. He didn't look like himself. He didn't sound like himself. Isaac was

Lynnette began to cry while trying to back away from Charles, but the man was relentless as he kept pace along with her, practically not allowing her to distance herself

have something to do with the way his eyes were? I'm still trying to figure

Mercer, don't

"I need to know what had my

"Oh, God, I don't know!" Lynnette hollered while crumbling to the floor in

that shit down over there!" A man's voice yelled from the other

Staring down at Lynnette, Charles stood back in jolting fear. He then looked at his hands which were shaking, along with the rest of his body. What he saw lying on the

arms; Lynnette in turn grabbed a hold

His skittish voice

do was hold her and not let go, while looking over and trying to catch a glimpse of Isaac's

think he's in heaven?"

"Who, honey?"

"Him," she pointed behind the

his eyes closed, Charles responded, "I sure pray to

his grip, Lynnette got to her feet and made her way over to

look at my own son. Or better yet...I

as well got up from off the floor and stood beside the table, looking straight at the