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It Was A Night (7)
Gar ran after the tattered red dodge truck and Rachel sat there watching. They were both baffled on how the man slyly got into his truck and drove away. They didn't see him get inside his truck, thus they knew the man had been planning this all along; picking up two innocent civilians and stealing their belongings. Rachel's purse was left inside the truck while Gar's duffel was left in there as well.
Sitting there for quite sometime, Rachel waited for Gar and by doing that she then decided on taking a little walk. She needed some space and she doubted the blonde would be back with their belongings. She doubted a lot of things about him, really. But she knew somehow he always did find a way to surprise her.
Therefore wiping a piece of lint off the sleeve of her dress, she heard the roaring engine of a vehicle. Turning around she saw the red dodge truck make its way down the paved road, stopping beside her, she quickly got in and was glad to see Gar had successfully retrieved the truck with their belongings at hand. However she could see he had a small scratch below the side of his jaw.
"Are you okay?" She inquired, making sure her voice didn't give away the deep concern she felt for him.
He shrugged but putting on his coverup; being his toothy grin he turned his eyes away from the road for a second and stared at her. "Yeah, I'm alright. I had to knock that country dude out, though." Lifting up his arm, it showed two teeth marks edged on the side of his arm. Rachel wanted to gasp, but holding it in she frowned.
He then began to tell her what had happened.
"After reaching the truck I opened the driver's door and yanked the fool out of his seat, and then we started rollin' like some loonies, and him getting the first right hook I punched him right on the nose. And out of nowhere the old dude bites me on my arm. I nearly screamed. Then I kicked him, he passed out, I hopped into the truck—thanking God that the keys were still in there—I then made my way back to you." He glanced at her once more as he said the last part.
Rachel realizing she was holding her breath, let it out slowly and prematurely. "Wow," she responded not out of spite. "He bit you?"
He chuckled and nodded his head. "Yep."
After a moment of silence, she inched closer towards him. Plus grabbing her purse off the dash she fished out a small first aid kit. "Here, I need to fix that scratch on the edge of your jaw, or it's gonna scar."
Gar shook his head. "You don't need to do th—"
"I am," interrupted Rachel. "And I wanna help. You've done too much already, Gar. Let me do this one thing." She then rolled her eyes and applied some salve on the scratch, and getting out tan-looking fabric, she wrapped the tan bandage around his man-bitten arm leaving him with one hand on the wheel.
"Really Rae you didn't have to do th—"
"Shut up," she said sternly, a small smile adjourning her features. "If you say that one more time, you'll just have another arm for me to wrap up."
"Fine," he said. "Just no one's ever fixed my scars or owies before, that's all." Rachel surely didn't take what he had just said seriously but she did. If all, she could've said the same for him. He had helped her a lot and she never thought anyone would piggy back her across the water, give her a ticket when she had lost hers, fix her breakfast and buy her a dress etc... She was utterly flattered
Thereafter she was done being doctor she simply smiled again. "Are we going to be wanted for stealing this man's truck?"
He shrugged."I dunno, he probably won't remember anything when he wakes up."
Rachel nodded and turned her head towards the window. She felt serene, blissful, and secure for once since being on this trip.
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"So you're telling me, that this Garfield only left a message and didn't call back?" The DC News executive was perplexed for when he had entered his office, a tan sunburnt man with gray-white hair was sitting in his chair, drinking a cup of water. The executive knew who this man was; the famous director Trevor Ryan Roth.
The executive putting the papers he held in his hand down on the dark oak desk, he cleared his throat. "Yes sir, I am telling you Garfield didn't return our call. The only way we know who he is, reason being, he subscribes to us. However I'm afraid he doesn't anymore."
Trevor Ryan Roth took another sip of the cold glass of water, and smoothing his gray suit out a little, he then got up from the executive's chair and started walking slowly around the room taking, his time examining each piece of artwork on the walls in the spacious organized office. "You're a fan of Picasso?"
The executive nodded quickly, showing how nervous he felt. "Yes-s s-sir, I'm a big fan of his artwork. My favorite painting would have to b-be t-the Weeping Woman."
Trevor Ryan raised an eyebrow. Chuckling, he turned around and glanced at the executive."I know that painting, seen it in person. I favor it as well. Reminds me of my late ex-wife."
Not knowing what to say, the executive nervously sat down in another chair instead of the big brown leather chair behind his desk, that had been occupied by Trevor Ryan. He was afraid the director would bite his head off even if he attempted to sit there, although Trevor Ryan wasn't sitting in the chair at this moment, he wasn't going to risk it.
"Now you're telling me, the person whom possibly knows where my daughter may be, has unsubscribed and now there's no possible way to possibly locate him?"
"Y-yes."
Trevor Ryan turning towards the desk and picking up the glass of water clenched it feverishly in his thick hand taking another minuscule sip.
"Sir, we tried tracking the guy down—illegally I must say. He might be somewhere where connection isn't the wis—"
"YOU EITHER KNOW WHERE HE IS, OR YOU DON'T. IF YOU'RE LYING-TO-ME. I WILL GET YOU FIRED AND BANISHED FROM GETTING ANY OTHER WORK HERE ON THIS PLANET EARTH." The director clenched the executive by the shirt, lifting him up from the chair, and looked him menacingly in the eyes; the frail man shriveled under the able-bodied man's grasp. He was utterly sure he was going to pass out sooner or later.
"O-okay sir, w-we'll try t-the best way to locate him."
Setting the man down, Trevor Ryan was proud of himself. He then smirked and before leaving the room he told the executive one last thing. "And I want to see this Garfield Logan in the flesh."
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"Tell me about Vic," Rachel said, and she couldn't help but realize shockingly she was encouraging a conversation. Gar smiling ear-to-ear nodded his head excitingly. "Sure."
Putting his hand on his chin—other hand still on the steering wheel—he was looking where to begin. "Well Vic's a really awesome dude, he's really good in all that techno stuff. He could fix a computer, TV, gaming system, you name it, in a heartbeat. Um... He likes—no, scratch that—he loves," Gar grimaced, "meat. He loves eating animals and putting them inside his body. Maybe that's why he's big and buff."
Rachel cocked an eyebrow. "Gar,"
"Yeah?"
"Would you say all meat lovers, or more generally people who eat meat. Are well, let me see; big and buff?"
"..."
"Gar, I eat meat."
The blonde's eyes widened.
"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was, they're good lookin', no, their cool, yeah meat lovers are cool, aah I don't kn—"
Shaking her head, Rachel then prodded him to continue on about Vic. His face flushed a little, Gar nodded and continued. "Well in high school he was really good at football, I wasn't and I only joined to really just become popular but that didn't really work out well for me. Anyway, Vic and I became buddies in high school and while he was known for being the quarterback, I was known for being the class clown with the weird dyed bright green hair, and people really didn't think those types of people could be friends. Plus, we both liked video games and so we became each other's wingman.
"Anyway, Vic sure did help me a lot with bullies, getting me dates—'cause ya' know, he was popular—and being there whenever Steve and I had a misunderstanding. He's just been there for me, ya' know. We're like brothers."
Rachel could feel the rapid beating of her heart. The look on Gar's face made her feel splendid, he reminded her so much of a shrimp. Not because of his scrawny figure or his big blue eyes, but because he thought with his heart instead of what other's thought(a shrimp's heart is in it's head.) And she heard someone once say, "Not much people think with their heart." At least not in this day in age she wanted to reply. However how could she say that when there was this magnificent human being right beside her, proving her wrong?
"...she in prison or something?"
Caught off guard for a moment, Rachel hadn't even realized he was talking to her. Straightening herself up and clearing her throat. "Excuse me?"
"So, what about you? You still haven't told me the condition your mother has or where she's checked in at? Is she in prison or something, or something like that? 'Cause I don't think it's bad if your mom's like th—"
As he stumbled with his words, almost losing focus on the road. Rachel then told him to shut up in the most mature and calmest manner she could muster.
"Gar,"
"Huh?"
"Be quiet."
"Okay."
Silence then filled the truck up for a moment, then by Rachel breaking the silence. "My mother Arella suffers the mental disorder schizophrenia and suffers a mild case of a bipolar affective disorder. She's been checked into a mental institution near Gotham, but it's not Arkham. No, no, not Arkham. Ever since I was young I never really ever saw my mother. The only way I saw her was I had carried a picture of her but my father ended up taking it away from me, and that's just what he did with Arella.
Therefore Rachel turned and stared out the window once again, and continued. She knew telling this story was going to take a lot of emotion out of her.
"The picture of her was beautiful; her dark ringlets curving her face, and her dark lovely eyes that I harbor. She resembled a silent film star and the things she wore were dated;lace dresses, pearls, velvet pointed flat shoes, dark red lipstick. And maybe those things were what caught my father's eye. Although I dislike my father, he knows a rare gem when he sees one. So considering my mother's unique look, he took her in and casted her one of his known films: The Prophecy. The film went on to win an abundance of accolades and my mother grew to be a star.
"My father grew to be a famous director as well but not like Arella. He still did cast her as the leading lady in many of his other films such as; The Raven (based off of Edgar Allen Poe's known poem), She Who Seeks Silence, The Ghosts Far Beyond, Rivet Laces, all of those known films. But other directors wanted my mother in their films, too. So Arella deciding on branching out a little, she starred in another film but this time not directed by Trevor, she won an oscar and her only oscar on this film; Sweet As Can Be. She played a distressed damsel but with spitfire and the audiences loved it, reason being it was a role outside of the typical roles she played; beauty and the beast type of character roles.
"Thereupon as my mother starred in less of my father's films, the less famous my father had become. Therefore my father made a plan, a plan to end her contract, her fame, her notoriety. He knew all along Arella was smitten by him, and I supposed he loved her as well, so he coaxed her into marrying him and they got married in a church in a lavish top-notch ceremony. It was broadcasted live everywhere and now my father was known mostly as the beau of Arella Roth. Ergo when my mother eventually became pregnant with me, Trevor had convinced her it was best not to act or promote during her stages of pregnancy, fearing miscarriage. So she took a maternity leave on acting, her fans and agents didn't know that though. And since her fans and agents didn't know, they thought she had dropped Hollywood.
"Nine months later I was born, and soon my mother worked her whims with acting again. However, she couldn't find any roles. It's as if somehow she turned down all these roles, but she didn't. Nope she hadn't even spoken to her agents of Azarath Studios in eons. Quite perplexed now, my mother called Azareth Studios and they told her she sent them a letter on many reasons why she was retiring from acting. Thus they cancelled and turned down all her offered roles, fan ceremonies, interviews, everything. Plus she grew angry at this total revelation she went to Azareth Studios with my father at tow. She confronted them and figuring out my father had everything to do with this, sending the fraudulent letter to the studio, she started acting out. Later she was charged with vandalizing the studio and charged with assault by having had attack my father physically.
"Five days later my mother had went missing and that's when she grew unstable. She was found by the side of lake by an elderly woman who lived near there, she said Arella was saying things like, 'feed the fish, save the fish from drowning.' And that's when the old woman had called the police. Not many days later was my mom hinted at doing prescription drugs, excessive drinking, gambling, and partying, the tabloids started calling her the whirlwind of distress. She came home each night awfully late and boozed up. And that's when my father brought Hollywood and the law into everything she did. They both fought for my custody, money, the rights of the films, she had starred in and he had directed.
"Soon my father begun to win everything, he took everything from Arella her fame, money, agents, rights, and even me." Rachel cleared throat to keep her voice from cracking under pressure. "My mother felt lonely then and there, she started getting plastic surgery, only got roles in c-films that anyone could've gave any crap about, and then she grew what the public called even more crazy. And the more crazy my mother got, the more fame and recognition my father received, he started getting everything back, he won two oscars that year and it was as if he were on top of the world. My mother on the other hand wasn't. The tabloids stopped hearing about her after she attempted to strangle herself in my room while I was asleep in my crib (I was still only 11 1/2 months old) with a blanket she had gotten for me.
"She somehow snuck into my room while Trevor was sleeping, grabbed my blanket, and wrapped it around her neck. Thus they always theorize she was going to the bathroom to drown herself in the bathtub, but the reasons are never vivid enough. Anyway soon after that, she was checked into a mental ward. Any memories of my mother during those months while I were still an infant are indecipherable. Sometimes I think I can remember her smile when she had first held me in her arms." Rachel then wiped her nose with the sleeve of her dress, and stared down at her sweaty fingers. "It sometimes pains me to know my father won, he won, he beat her, he won the race, he got what he wanted. I've only seen my mother two times during my lifetime, when I was 7 and 10, but it was only for minuscule amounts of time ."
Gar speechless for a moment, saw how Rachel remained content, but he could see how her telling him all this was emotionally painful. He didn't mean to leave her emotions unstable. Putting the truck into park on the side of the road, he then turned towards Rachel and stared at her; a pale stiffened lonely girl, who's trying not break under emotional distress.
Holding his arms out. "Ra—"
She turned and went into his arms, salty tears mingled her face, and the fresh smell of old spice lingered in her noise.
If you we're to past a red dodge truck, and see inside the truck, two people hugging; a boy and a girl. You would've smiled my friend. Reason being, they were now something to each other than escapee partners, being partners of solace instead.
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A/N: Hope the chapter wasn't too long. And maybe the chapter was a bit gloomy and sad. Plus if you're wondering how Rachel knows all of this, it is through many connections of what she's heard in the past related to her mother's past and whereabouts, Rachel had seek a truth and found it and has connected all the pieces. Anyway, you all should know who Arella is, duh! Gar is going to reveal his past in either the next chapter or the chapter after the next, just depends. I'm soon going to end this story, not yet though.
P.S. I'll revise and edit everything when I'm done, and please check out my buddies: DG and Reed stories: A Couple Mistakes (DG) and Sunglasses At Night (Reed). They're the coolest. A couple mistakes and this story kind of have the same ideas just a little, don't worry no copying each other or anything, we just exchange ideas from one another.
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