Jay Bell Kamikaze Boys

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. Yes, sir.The judge had more to say, but Connor didn t hear.A monthin jail.Away from David.After that, who knew? Connorreminded himself that it could have been worse, but he still feltlike his entire life was ruined.Maybe David would still want tobe seen with him, and maybe that job would still be waiting inFlorida, but nothing was certain anymore. Your sentence was reduced to battery, Mark said in thecourthouse hallway, looking victorious.The escorting officerhad his hand on Connor s elbow. The month in county will flyby, and your life will be back to normal before you know it.Ipromise.How about that call?Connor nodded. Yeah.Thanks.Mark left him with the officer, who took him to a small roomwith an old table, a couple of chairs, and a phone.Then theofficer stood guard by the door, as if Connor would make abreak for it.Ignoring this, he sat and started dialing home beforehe hung up again.Tommy usually answered, and for somereason, hearing his voice would be too hard right now.Instead hedialed another number. Connor? David s voice sounded frantic. Are you okay? Icalled the station, but they wouldn t tell me anything. I m fine.I just got out of court.Look, I m sorry. Sorry for what? I don t know.I just am. Connor took a deep breath. I mgoing to jail, David.The other line was silent a moment. For how long? A month. I ll wait for you.211Connor laughed.He couldn t help it.David sounded sosincere, so cheesy, but they were exactly the words that Connorneeded to hear. Thanks.You stay away from Chuck, okay? When I get out,we re getting the hell out of Kansas.You were right.We nevershould have left Florida. Can I come see you? I don t know.Listen, I need you to call my parents.Betteryet, go by and explain things to them in person.I know I shouldtell them, but I can t handle it. Okay. And make sure Tommy doesn t know.Have them say youand I took another trip or something. I will.I love you, Connor.He felt his lip tremble.The stupid cop at the door was staringat him with no intention of looking away.Fuck it. I love youtoo.I ll make this up to you, David.I promise.If David responded, Connor didn t hear it.He hung up thephone and steeled himself.Whatever the next month held, heknew he would have to be strong.* * * * *David was used to living in a state of panic.All the bullyinghe had suffered left him weathered to stress.He wasn t immune,by any means, but he had long since learned to cope, to shoveanxiety aside so he could keep functioning like a normal humanbeing.All that training was failing him now.Getting beat up byChuck was nothing.That unpleasant event took a backseat toConnor being arrested.Hell, it wasn t even in the car anymore!Riding shotgun next to David, screaming over the radio s musicand distracting him from the road, was the knowledge thatConnor was going to jail.And David could do nothing about it.212David s father came home early, as promised the day before.David was upstairs on the computer when he came into theoffice. Everything okay? he asked. Not really. David quadruple clicked the stupid link he waswaiting to open and shoved the mouse away with disgust.Theyneeded a serious upgrade. What are you doing? his father asked. Researching how jail works. Why?David turned around in the chair, and his father s chindropped.He hadn t seen the injuries today that were now an uglypolluted purple. Because Connor s going to jail for beating upthe person who did this to me.His father looked like he wouldn t mind taking a swing atChuck himself. Maybe we should go talk to the police today.Let them see what this other boy did.Yes! Okay.Maybe then they ll let Connor go.His father s mouth snapped shut, jaw flexing before hespoke. David, I understand why you sympathize with Connor ssituation.You think he s a hero for what he s done, but realheroes work within the confines of the law.Chuck deserves to bepunished, and I m afraid Connor does too.It s just as well since Ithink you two should spend some time apart. What? David stood. Why? Because a little time off will help you rethink yourpriorities, and because there s such a thing as feeling toopassionate.Refocus on your goals, and you ll find Connor therewaiting for you when you re back on track. Like Mom waited for you? David shouted. Are youcompletely heartless? You re like some insane computer thatonly thinks about my education.I don t care about any of that!Don t you get it? I m not going to some stupid school! I m213waiting until Connor gets out of jail, then we re going to Florida,whether you like it or not!David shoved past him and ran down the stairs.The car keyswere hanging on their hook, so he grabbed them and was out thedoor before his dad could stop him.David had promised to tellConnor s family what happened, and that s what he meant to do.On the way, David passed the police station.Connor wasthere, waiting to be shipped off to some county jail, from whatDavid had read.The county jail used to be across from the policestation, but it had been cleared out and was being renovated.Hedidn t know where Connor would be taken, but once he did, hewould be the first one there on visiting day.If Connor went to jail at all.As David pulled into the trailerpark, he began to hope.Once Connor s parents were told, theywould go to the police and talk to them.Connor was legally anadult, but he was still a teenager who lived at home.That had tobe worth something.Surely they could take him into custody,maybe putting him on house arrest instead.Connor s father answered the door, greeting David likeeverything was normal despite his cuts and bruises.Past him,David could see Connor s mom cooking in the kitchen, her backto the door.They were oblivious to what had happened. Sorry, David, Connor s not home.We thought he was withyou. I know, David said. I need to talk to you and Mrs.Williams.Connor s father eyed him for a moment before steppingaside and holding the door open. Sure.Come on in.Mrs.Williams greeted him, wooden spoon in one hand,looking puzzled [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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