10-05-2014, 11:22 PM
Calvin followed Jensen upstairs. He kept silent, his mind thinking over everything that had happened. Jensen had never answered his question of why he was at the house that night. Calvin also wondered why the man was being nice to him. He didn't deserve the kindness.
They arrived in a neat and tidy loft. Jensen was a neat man. He dropped his coat on the back of a chair and gestured for Calvin to sit down. Calvin listened, removing his own winter gear and placing it neatly on the chair he was going to sit it. For some reason, the neatness felt important to him.
He sat and said a quiet "Thank you,"
as Jensen handed him the glass of lemonade. The mention of a Yank almost brought a smile to Calvin's face - his lips curled up only a little before going back down. He took a sip - and it was fantastic!
"This is really good. Will you share the recipe?"
Calvin thought for a minute. He had almost forgotten about the booze calling to him, but it soon came back along with the sad feelings. Something was wrong with him and Calvin was beginning to really realize it.
Jensen had been kind to him and Calvin had almost hurt him. He didn't understand why. There was a reason and Calvin knew that the answer was buried within him. He just couldn't find it - not anymore.
"I have questions."
Calvin paused and took another drink of the lemonade. "Why...were you there...at the house? And why...why are you being so nice to me? If the child wouldn't have spoken...I could have hurt you...badly. I don't deserve this kindness you've offered me. I just...need to know why."
Calvin felt like crying again. The memories were beginning to manifest and it made him want to drink. He didn't want to remember them. He wanted them to go away.
They arrived in a neat and tidy loft. Jensen was a neat man. He dropped his coat on the back of a chair and gestured for Calvin to sit down. Calvin listened, removing his own winter gear and placing it neatly on the chair he was going to sit it. For some reason, the neatness felt important to him.
He sat and said a quiet "Thank you,"
as Jensen handed him the glass of lemonade. The mention of a Yank almost brought a smile to Calvin's face - his lips curled up only a little before going back down. He took a sip - and it was fantastic!
"This is really good. Will you share the recipe?"
Calvin thought for a minute. He had almost forgotten about the booze calling to him, but it soon came back along with the sad feelings. Something was wrong with him and Calvin was beginning to really realize it.
Jensen had been kind to him and Calvin had almost hurt him. He didn't understand why. There was a reason and Calvin knew that the answer was buried within him. He just couldn't find it - not anymore.
"I have questions."
Calvin paused and took another drink of the lemonade. "Why...were you there...at the house? And why...why are you being so nice to me? If the child wouldn't have spoken...I could have hurt you...badly. I don't deserve this kindness you've offered me. I just...need to know why."
Calvin felt like crying again. The memories were beginning to manifest and it made him want to drink. He didn't want to remember them. He wanted them to go away.