silvertongue217
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Five years ago
“She’s back”
Gregory Cole tried his best to ignore those words even though they haunted and threatened to tear at his very soul. He looked at the small stress ball in his hand and bounced it against the wall of his cell shaking his head at the prison guard an answering him back. The man starred at him for a few seconds chewing on his lip and clearly not backing off.
“You know kid I know a lot of people stuck in here most of them deserve it….. your one of the few people who don’t so why are you beating your self up like this?”
“Because I don’t deserve her” Rory said his voice nothing more than a whisper as he stroked the scars on his left wrist. The scars were a brand forever burned into him a brand that spoke of just how damaged he was. There were more doting and criss crossing over his body each one telling a different story but…. They weren’t stories to him instead they were memories memories burned into his body and stained with blood to make sure they were never ever forgotten.
His brothers blood
Tears began streaming down his face splattering to the floor, good memories of his brother surfaced threatening to tear him apart even more. He ignored the laughing smiling baby boy from his memories and instead focused on one thing and one thing only.
The gunshot that ended his life
Who pulled the trigger? He couldn’t say but he and his father were both in jail because of it. If only he had gone to prom with…. HER (he couldn’t even say her name right now) instead of going to see if his brother was okay…. His brother might still be alive maybe with a few more bruises but alive.
If only he hadn’t gotten involved
“Just tell her I said no” He said softly continuing to bounce the ball “Please”
The gaud opened his mouth as if to say more before he wisely shut it instead giving the kid a small sad shake of his head before turning on his heel and leaving Rory to his misery.
And his bouncing ball
……………………………………………………
SIX MONTHS AGO
Rory winced and pressed the ice pack to his eye groaning in both pain and relief as he tended his black eye. It was the latest “gift” from his dad this time for getting in the way of the toy he tried throwing at his younger brother. Alex was nine years old and still didn’t have much of a clue as to what specifically ticked their dad off and what didn’t. Rory wasn’t there all the time but he tried to be as much as possible.
Even if it meant some times getting hurt
“That really doesn’t look good” His cousin Teresa said glancing over at him worriedly as she darted between the tables waitressing. Rory admired how she was able to juggle plates, order taking, and her concern for him all at the same time and smiled softly.
“It’s just a scratch” He said pushing his long black hair back and stretching out flexing his tan biceps as he moved the ice pack at a better angle “don’t worry” He said his free eye scanning.
Until he found her
“Don’t stare” Teresa said skirting past her “she’s very pretty though out of your league”
“Uh huh” He said leaning in his grey t shirt bunching up a little as he sat down in the chair to get a better look at her.
The prettiest and most popular girl at school
……………………………………………………..
Fifteen years later
Rory whipped his hands free and stepped back admiring the gleaming black mustang. It was a muscle car among muscle cars supped up and ready to tear into some serious Louisiana road. No one in their small town could rally afford such a beautiful piece of machinery but Rory was lucky enough to be A. A damn good mechanic and B. Smart enough to be the premier auto repairman in his large little county. This one belonged to a rich man a few towns over which meant Rory would be taking it for a “Test drive” back to it’s owner.
Which meant he could really make the baby purr
He stuffed the stained rag into the back pocket of his stained jeans and grabbed his button shirt pulling it over his white beater as he stepped out of the garage. He waved at a few passing kids and stepped inside nodding at his receptionist Helga before going to grab a beer.
“Don’t drink to much” She called ever the mom to him even though she was younger than he.
“Yes mom” He muttered under his breath stepping outside. He leaned against the wall of his building sipping his beer and watching his sleepy town drive by. Hard to believe nine years ago he was just getting out of prison with nothing more than a duffel bag of his meager possessions and Hershel waiting for him. The old man who took him in all those years ago was still around wrapping him in a warm hug before driving him back to the home he found solace and ultimately love in.
He ignored those thoughts of her and instead patted his building well Hershel’s building. He sent a silent prayer up to the heavens for him thanking him once again for what he did for him before plopping himself down on the lawn chair outside and watching the traffic.
“She’s back”
Gregory Cole tried his best to ignore those words even though they haunted and threatened to tear at his very soul. He looked at the small stress ball in his hand and bounced it against the wall of his cell shaking his head at the prison guard an answering him back. The man starred at him for a few seconds chewing on his lip and clearly not backing off.
“You know kid I know a lot of people stuck in here most of them deserve it….. your one of the few people who don’t so why are you beating your self up like this?”
“Because I don’t deserve her” Rory said his voice nothing more than a whisper as he stroked the scars on his left wrist. The scars were a brand forever burned into him a brand that spoke of just how damaged he was. There were more doting and criss crossing over his body each one telling a different story but…. They weren’t stories to him instead they were memories memories burned into his body and stained with blood to make sure they were never ever forgotten.
His brothers blood
Tears began streaming down his face splattering to the floor, good memories of his brother surfaced threatening to tear him apart even more. He ignored the laughing smiling baby boy from his memories and instead focused on one thing and one thing only.
The gunshot that ended his life
Who pulled the trigger? He couldn’t say but he and his father were both in jail because of it. If only he had gone to prom with…. HER (he couldn’t even say her name right now) instead of going to see if his brother was okay…. His brother might still be alive maybe with a few more bruises but alive.
If only he hadn’t gotten involved
“Just tell her I said no” He said softly continuing to bounce the ball “Please”
The gaud opened his mouth as if to say more before he wisely shut it instead giving the kid a small sad shake of his head before turning on his heel and leaving Rory to his misery.
And his bouncing ball
……………………………………………………
SIX MONTHS AGO
Rory winced and pressed the ice pack to his eye groaning in both pain and relief as he tended his black eye. It was the latest “gift” from his dad this time for getting in the way of the toy he tried throwing at his younger brother. Alex was nine years old and still didn’t have much of a clue as to what specifically ticked their dad off and what didn’t. Rory wasn’t there all the time but he tried to be as much as possible.
Even if it meant some times getting hurt
“That really doesn’t look good” His cousin Teresa said glancing over at him worriedly as she darted between the tables waitressing. Rory admired how she was able to juggle plates, order taking, and her concern for him all at the same time and smiled softly.
“It’s just a scratch” He said pushing his long black hair back and stretching out flexing his tan biceps as he moved the ice pack at a better angle “don’t worry” He said his free eye scanning.
Until he found her
“Don’t stare” Teresa said skirting past her “she’s very pretty though out of your league”
“Uh huh” He said leaning in his grey t shirt bunching up a little as he sat down in the chair to get a better look at her.
The prettiest and most popular girl at school
……………………………………………………..
Fifteen years later
Rory whipped his hands free and stepped back admiring the gleaming black mustang. It was a muscle car among muscle cars supped up and ready to tear into some serious Louisiana road. No one in their small town could rally afford such a beautiful piece of machinery but Rory was lucky enough to be A. A damn good mechanic and B. Smart enough to be the premier auto repairman in his large little county. This one belonged to a rich man a few towns over which meant Rory would be taking it for a “Test drive” back to it’s owner.
Which meant he could really make the baby purr
He stuffed the stained rag into the back pocket of his stained jeans and grabbed his button shirt pulling it over his white beater as he stepped out of the garage. He waved at a few passing kids and stepped inside nodding at his receptionist Helga before going to grab a beer.
“Don’t drink to much” She called ever the mom to him even though she was younger than he.
“Yes mom” He muttered under his breath stepping outside. He leaned against the wall of his building sipping his beer and watching his sleepy town drive by. Hard to believe nine years ago he was just getting out of prison with nothing more than a duffel bag of his meager possessions and Hershel waiting for him. The old man who took him in all those years ago was still around wrapping him in a warm hug before driving him back to the home he found solace and ultimately love in.
He ignored those thoughts of her and instead patted his building well Hershel’s building. He sent a silent prayer up to the heavens for him thanking him once again for what he did for him before plopping himself down on the lawn chair outside and watching the traffic.
