Chapter 28-2 Book 2

Chapter 28-2

Trying To Fit In

Part 3

The door was closed, and we were alone. It started to feel uncomfortable having him stare at me as if I was completely naked. Which I wasn't. Grandma was kind enough to leave me clothed. The only thing that was missing was my socks and shirt. I was wondering how she removed those without me knowing about it, thinking man, I must have passed out completely not noticing it when he spoke. It brought me back to reality, asking me if I was alright. I nodded, having him introduce himself once again before taking his hand. The feeling wasn't as strong this time, but it was there. He didn't let go as our eyes stared into the same white space. I felt calm and perfectly relaxed. When we broke contact, I was able to see that strange white light pulsating in his eyes.

I couldn't look away. It held me, prisoner. When he blinked, it was gone. Again, he said: "Interesting, interesting indeed my boy." I had gathered this time around his name, having to reintroduce me from scratch. I would have done it before, but my mind couldn't grasp all of it until now.

He said his name was Bishop Earl. Bishop Victor Earl. He was a fairly large man built like a linebacker, and fairly tall approximately six foot five or seven, hard to tell when he's sitting and me lying down. I tried to sit up only to be brought back down. I felt very weak, and it bothered me. His blue eyes I knew well after staring into the obsess. They were warm and friendly.

Something told me like Bishop Lanwall that he was seeing more than just me when he looked at me. It wasn't creepy, just unnerving, as if he had dug deep into my soul and knew all my secrets. He was semi-bald with short black hair, graying on the edges near his ears. Which seemed almost spockish or elfish with his slim, broad nose almost to a point that matched his ears. His mouth was thin, but his jawline curved just enough to not to say it was pointy. I was told he had three boys of his own. His wife was named was Sandra. I don't remember her, but Mom might have introduced her to me, but then again, I had been introduced to so many people today. I couldn't recollect. In fact, I was having hard enough to remember if I had gone to church at all.

I watched him open my window, seeing me sweat and replacing the cool towel on my forehead. Another thing I hadn't noticed. I asked him. "Did we meet in church today, because I can't seem to remember it?" He smiled, telling me this was the fifth time we had met in a single day. I groaned, feeling sick inside, wondering why I couldn't remember. I thought I had a good memory, but today was seriously beginning to wonder.

He just smiled, saying that same word again "interesting" It was starting to get on my nerves.

I said was, "What was interesting was what has had happened to me."

He asked. "Like what?" Almost teasing me.

I said. "The strange feeling I get every time I shake your hand." He smiled and stippled his fingers, waiting for me to explain further, but his eyes kept pulsating every time he blinked. I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't stop staring at them.

Finally, he confirmed my suspicions, saying it was not the first time I had felt this feeling. I said. "No, but I was close to death the last time or on the brink," He nodded, asking me to describe the feeling and what took place. I trusted him, but I asked anyway. He took my hand again and looked at me. I was standing in the same field and Jeff was standing there, smiling at me. I tried going to him, but something was holding me back. I blinked, and he was gone, and I was back staring at the Bishop again watching the light pulsate back into his deep blue eyes.

Saying. "Yes, my boy, you can trust me," I asked him if he saw the same thing that I did, having him give me the same details. Adding. "Your friend seems worried, but he can't help you now." He didn't have to say his name, but he did it anyway. Giving me a complete description of him, standing in the field dressed in white. I gasped, feeling sick and weak.

Mom was knocking on the door asking if I was alright. I didn't know how to answer, but the Bishop said for her to come in. Telling her he had put me through enough for today. I noticed the clock on my dresser. It was nearly six p.m. I was wondering where the day had gone. I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn't let me. Bishop told her I would need to take a nap for an hour or so. She nodded, feeling my head, telling me I was a little feverish, Bishop simply smiled, telling her I had a hard day.

Once again my eyes closed, and when I woke it was nearly nine. Mom had placed a blanket over me, and my pants were folded across the chair. Grandma smiled, saying Officer Kenly was here and wanted to see if I was alright. I asked Grandma if I had passed out. She said several times ever since I came back from church. Told me I could barely hold a conversation before I passed out again. I asked if the Bishop was still there, and she said he had just left.

I groaned, feeling sick. I had missed the entire Sunday and had no clue what I and the Bishop talked about or if we had a conversation. I had to ask if they tranquilized me more than once. Grandma said, "No just once." Asking. "Do you still feel the effects?"

I said, "I wasn't sure, but I needed to pee like a racehorse." Grandma helps me to sit up. Telling Officer Kenly, I needed a few moments, but needed his help so I could use the bathroom.

My legs were still weak, but I was able to walk most of it on my own. Which was good? I didn't need to be a side of beef; he could see I was unharmed on the outside. He was just concerned about how I was feeling. He waited outside the door and when I was done; he helped me to the couch.

Mom laid me down and placed a pillow on my head, and covered me with a blanket. She even brought me my dinner and set it up on a TV tray so Grandma could feed me. She took my temperature and checked my pulse in the old-fashioned way. Telling Mom I was practically normal. Mom sighed with relief at hearing Don honk the horn which said he was getting restless. Grandma yelled, "Hold your horses," growling at how impatient he was, Grandma quickly gave me two kisses and reminded me to call her. I nodded and told her I loved her. She said she loved me more, closing the door behind her.

Officer Kenly said he was around nine to see if I made it through the night. I knew he was teasing me, but it concerned me knowing my father would be released long before he got here. I had only one more matter to attend to, and that was Dad. I winced, thinking about the day I had which seemed fuzzy. I hoped he wouldn't ask too many questions. I asked Mom if I could use the phone to call the Rothwells.

She handed me the phone after dialing the number Dad picked it up on the second ring. I knew he must have been pacing, noting the time was after ten. He sighed with relief when he heard my voice telling Mom that it was me. I could hear her praising God in the background. Telling everyone else that it was me. Dad repeated almost everything I said until Mom picked up the other line. Talking over Dad, asking me how I was, and how did the church go? I lied, saying everything went fine. Saying we only attended sacrament meetings and came home.

I didn't mention I had an episode or how I felt at the moment. Some things are best unsaid. When they had gotten all the details out of me and Mom, they wished me goodnight and reminded me to call them. This time set a time no later than ten, stating if I hadn't by then, they were coming down to get me. Mom paled, saying she promised that it won't be necessary. Dad said he would personally bring the things I needed, asking me if there was anything special. I couldn't think of anything except my swimsuit and typewriter, then quickly added my music books and the piece I was doing for my recital.

I knew Mom said she would buy them so she could have a copy, but I didn't want her to spend money on things when I already had them. I quickly hung up the phone after telling them I loved them and missed them, hearing them repeat that they loved me too and missed me. I knew Mom was waiting for me to say those words to her and it hurt her hearing me say them to the Rothwells, but two and a half days doesn't make an instant mother. It had taken months before I had said them to the Rothwells and meant it.

I had fallen asleep on the couch while Aaron was in the tub. Mom didn't wake me just set a sleeping bag on the floor for Aaron. She should have woken me, so I could have taken my tonic and pills. But Mom simply thought I would sleep through the night until I had woken up screaming. She was there in a flash, witnessing a night-terror. Not a bad one, but it bad enough to tranquilize me before it went totally out of control.

Several times I had pushed the button on my wrist seeing my father's phantom. Quickly backed out the front door, seeing her face and had turned my back to fight my father's phantom she tranquilized me watching me drop to the ground. Quickly tied me up, then called Officer Kenly. She was in tears when I woke, sitting beside me with my head in her lap. Officer Kenly had handcuffed my hands to the bed and had strapped his belt around my feet to keep me from hurting myself or my mother.

When they knew I had fully woken, they released me. It was almost three in the morning before he left and didn't leave until I had drunk the tonic and taken my pills. Waiting long enough until I was out cold. It was almost nine when I woke up. Mom had spent the entire night in my bed with me and Aaron was on the floor curled up in his sleeping bag. When I moved, she opened her eyes with a tranquilizer in her hand, about to tranquilize me. When I told her that I was alright she set it down and hugged me to her chest. Telling me I scared the living hell out of her and my brother. I nodded, saying I was sorry; she hugged me again and didn't let go until there was a knock at the door.

Mom carefully stepped over Aaron, so she didn't wake him, but with that simple movement he was up like a flash bumping his head on my bed. Mom said for him to keep an eye on me until she got back. He quickly climbed into bed with me, hugging me afraid I would leave him.

Mom nearly had to pry him loose, but he let go, realizing it was just Officer Kenly and another Officer. I was used to being a side of beef. One more person wasn't going to bother me. I didn't have to be searched, so they just came by to pick up some clothes for my father. Mom quickly obliged, stuffing several into a trash bag. Stating that he better not come within a mile of me, or he will spend the rest of the week in jail.