The Death of 1977 (Book 3)
Chapter 33
"You got a visitor, Mercer!" A large, white, male jail guard announced as he unlocked the cell door.
Charles sat up drowsy and disoriented on his little bed and watched as Audra came inside the cell. The man had been awake for the past several hours, but his energy had been left behind in the shelter. His lethargic eyes looked on as Audra, who was wearing only her long, grey wool coat, meekly came inside and stood before him. Already the man could feel the weight of her worried stare bear down upon him like heat vision. Charles wiped his messy face before taking a huge breath and placing his hands on his knees as to say he was preparing for a lesson.
Audra stood for a moment or two before sitting down beside the man. At first her face was down to the floor, appearing as if she were too shy to speak. Down the hallway could be heard other cell doors either opening or shutting, along with various men talking out loud or cursing.
Audra looked up and out the cell door before turning her head to Charles. "They mentioned that you would be out of here tomorrow." She said to Charles' despondent face.
Charles just nodded before clearing his throat and muttering, "Yep, just a few more hours."
Audra turned away for a second before looking back at the man with a tense glare on her face. "Why did you go to that place, Charles?"
Charles' stone face wouldn't turn from the bars in front of him. It was as though he were transfixed upon their cold and lifeless alloy.
"It's like I told you, something is hunting me down." His scratchy voice uttered.
figured that same
be truthful, I really don't know what I saw or felt back there, but I do know
agitated, Audra remarked, "Charles... I don't understand any of this. If someone is hunting you down then you should
so far beyond a person." Charles' deep voice dropped. "I don't know
curious all the same. So we all went upstairs, and in this one room, we see the lady that used to live there lying in a bed all by herself crying. Me and my siblings were terrified at first, but for the most amazing reason we just couldn't run away. All we could do was stand there at that doorway and listen to that woman cry like a baby. Needless to say, we never went back to that old house again after that day.
to form and dribble down Charles' right eye at that instant as he listened to
world we live in." He murmured so sadly while balling up
all you have to do is pay a fine and they'll drop the charges. Personally, I think they went easy on you because of your handicap." Audra
head, Charles said, "I'll pay the fine. Then
then. Her hands started to shake as she reared back. "And just where are you
from here," he kept his
known you now for four months, and in those months you have to be one of the most down to earth
For that matter, he couldn't turn or move
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