Paranoia
Chachi paced back and forth in the small apartment. He ran his hand through his unkempt hair. It had been at least two weeks since Joanie had disappeared and he was going mad wondering where she could be.
No one would help him, not even her parents. He couldn't even get a hold of Fonzie, the one person he had to fall back on. Chachi couldn't blame Mr. and Mrs. C. What he did was unacceptable; he still couldn't believe that he had done such a thing. Becoming a wife beater had never been an intention of his. He still couldn't figure what had caused him to snap.
Chachi stopped pacing and sank down on the couch. He hoped that it wasn't too late for forgiveness. Surely, one lapse of judgment couldn't be the final nail in the coffin to his marriage. There had to be a way out and he would find it.
"Fonzie" Chachi called from across the Arnold's parking lot. Fonzie turned around slowly locking eyes with him.
"Hey, Chach" he said in a serious voice, that made the younger man stiffen. Did he know? Chachi wondered as he approached him. He probably did he concluded with lament.
"You know" Chachi said, shame evident in his voice.
"Why?" he inquired in a patient tone, "why would you do such a stupid thing?"
"You don't understand Fonz.it's complicated" he finished lamely.
"I don't understand!" Fonzie shouted in a bewildered voice. He turned around as to leave but then turned right back around, his face inches away from Chachi's. "You know what? You're right. I don't understand why you would do such a bone headed thing like hitting your wife. A man who hits his wife is not a man." He finished in a low menacing tone.
Chachi stepped back, "don't you think I know that, I'm not proud of what I did! Far from it! I don't even know where she is, if she's hurt or in trouble. I don't know!" he shouted, his voice quivering with emotion.
"She's fine" Fonzie said once he had calmed down. " I know where she is, I took her out of town." he was cut off by Chachi. "Where? Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded his mood quickly changing from sorrow to anger. Fonzie gave him one of his patented looks that reminded of who he was racing his voice to.
The younger man was becoming hysterical, pacing back and forth, "I have to get to her now".
"Hold on, you're now going anywhere, there going to be no talking until she's ready" Fonzie said in a determined voice. With that Fonzie hopped on his motorcycle and sped off.
Chachi couldn't believe what had just gone down between him and Fonzie. Had he really told him that he wasn't allowed to see his own wife? Who the hell did Fonzie think he was? He had absolutely now right to interfere in the affairs of two married people. But then again it was always like him to get into every one's business. Well, not this time. He didn't care how, but he was going to find Joanie and bring her back home, with or with out Fonzie's "permission".
Unless.No! Couldn't be! He thought as he walked back to his car. It was impossible! Could Fonzie have another reason for wanting to keep Joanie away from him? Honestly, he didn't know. Two weeks ago he could of clearly dismiss that idea, but so many things had happened in the past two weeks to rule anything out, no matter how far fetch it seemed.
He had always noticed that Fonzie was sort of sweet on Joanie, but then again, the man was sweet on any woman who had a pulse! Frankly, Fonzie wasn't very discriminating when it came to the opposite sex, but things had changed in the past years. He was no longer the swinging bachelor he had once been; he was calmer, more organized. Could he be trying to keep Joanie away from him in order to ultimately stay with her?
Chachi gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles becoming white. His head screamed no, but his heart painfully whispered yes.
TO BE CONTINUED
Chachi paced back and forth in the small apartment. He ran his hand through his unkempt hair. It had been at least two weeks since Joanie had disappeared and he was going mad wondering where she could be.
No one would help him, not even her parents. He couldn't even get a hold of Fonzie, the one person he had to fall back on. Chachi couldn't blame Mr. and Mrs. C. What he did was unacceptable; he still couldn't believe that he had done such a thing. Becoming a wife beater had never been an intention of his. He still couldn't figure what had caused him to snap.
Chachi stopped pacing and sank down on the couch. He hoped that it wasn't too late for forgiveness. Surely, one lapse of judgment couldn't be the final nail in the coffin to his marriage. There had to be a way out and he would find it.
"Fonzie" Chachi called from across the Arnold's parking lot. Fonzie turned around slowly locking eyes with him.
"Hey, Chach" he said in a serious voice, that made the younger man stiffen. Did he know? Chachi wondered as he approached him. He probably did he concluded with lament.
"You know" Chachi said, shame evident in his voice.
"Why?" he inquired in a patient tone, "why would you do such a stupid thing?"
"You don't understand Fonz.it's complicated" he finished lamely.
"I don't understand!" Fonzie shouted in a bewildered voice. He turned around as to leave but then turned right back around, his face inches away from Chachi's. "You know what? You're right. I don't understand why you would do such a bone headed thing like hitting your wife. A man who hits his wife is not a man." He finished in a low menacing tone.
Chachi stepped back, "don't you think I know that, I'm not proud of what I did! Far from it! I don't even know where she is, if she's hurt or in trouble. I don't know!" he shouted, his voice quivering with emotion.
"She's fine" Fonzie said once he had calmed down. " I know where she is, I took her out of town." he was cut off by Chachi. "Where? Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded his mood quickly changing from sorrow to anger. Fonzie gave him one of his patented looks that reminded of who he was racing his voice to.
The younger man was becoming hysterical, pacing back and forth, "I have to get to her now".
"Hold on, you're now going anywhere, there going to be no talking until she's ready" Fonzie said in a determined voice. With that Fonzie hopped on his motorcycle and sped off.
Chachi couldn't believe what had just gone down between him and Fonzie. Had he really told him that he wasn't allowed to see his own wife? Who the hell did Fonzie think he was? He had absolutely now right to interfere in the affairs of two married people. But then again it was always like him to get into every one's business. Well, not this time. He didn't care how, but he was going to find Joanie and bring her back home, with or with out Fonzie's "permission".
Unless.No! Couldn't be! He thought as he walked back to his car. It was impossible! Could Fonzie have another reason for wanting to keep Joanie away from him? Honestly, he didn't know. Two weeks ago he could of clearly dismiss that idea, but so many things had happened in the past two weeks to rule anything out, no matter how far fetch it seemed.
He had always noticed that Fonzie was sort of sweet on Joanie, but then again, the man was sweet on any woman who had a pulse! Frankly, Fonzie wasn't very discriminating when it came to the opposite sex, but things had changed in the past years. He was no longer the swinging bachelor he had once been; he was calmer, more organized. Could he be trying to keep Joanie away from him in order to ultimately stay with her?
Chachi gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles becoming white. His head screamed no, but his heart painfully whispered yes.
TO BE CONTINUED