Post by Jack Owyns on Nov 13, 2014 7:07:32 GMT
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
November 8th, 2014
Jack’s Residence
Jack’s apartment, a place he had called home for the last five years in the neighborhood of Madrona, tucked in the midst of Seattle, stood empty. It now lay bare to the bone. IWA had folded, and his grant for release from 4CW had been given. Holli, the girl who meant the world to him, was gone. He had to let her go, not by choice but because he knew the path he was going down only led to darkness. He couldn’t hurt her; she was innocent, and though she may be upset with him, it was what was best for her well-being. God, he would miss her. Her touch could calm his soul. Her smile took all his pain away.
He glanced around his apartment. Memories in every corner he set his eyes on burned their way into his mind. The fun times, the bad times, all went by so fast, as if they had never occurred. Jack shook his head. It was time to let go and move on.
He walked out the door, took one last look at the apartment, and closed the door behind him. Sealing it in, that life was behind him. His gaze was drawn towards the stairs leading up to the next level. He thought of its blonde, beautiful resident. He cracked a smile, more memories dancing through his mind.
“Goodbye,” he whispered.
He turned and headed over to where he had his ride parked. He unlocked the door and sat in the driver’s seat. He entered the key into the ignition and fired up the engine. His cell phone rang as he pulled out onto the street. He looked at the phone display, not too excited about the familiar number. He clicked "answer."
“What the fuck you want, Oddball?”
Jack listened, annoyance written all over his face.
“No.”
Jack shook his head.
“No.”
He clicked on his signal light and exited onto the ramp leading toward the highway.
“Fuck off.”
Jack pulled the cell away from his ear and wanted to click "end call," but Oddball was screaming a name over and over, which caught Jack’s attention. He put the phone back to his ear.
“Wait! Did you… did you say Radek?” Jack asked.
Jack’s face turned pale.
“What about Radek?”
Jack listened as Oddball went off into a huge rant on the other end of the phone.
“He’s out, like… out of prison? How, when--”
Jack swerved the car, almost clipping a minivan in the carpool lane.
“Damn,” he mumbled to himself, drifting off into another world. Oddball brought him back with another question. “Where am I… driving, going off the fuckin’ grid?”
He pulled the cell away.
“The desert.”
He clicked "End Call" and tossed his cell phone onto the passenger seat.
Radek.
