Dinner ends. Caitlin is so excited and can't wait until tomorrow
morning. She runs upstairs to her room. She wants tomorrow to be a great
day for Evan. She already knows that it will be a great day for her.
***
Evan is sitting in the dark, cold, jail cell. He has been there for about 5 hours now and he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. He has already read the graffiti on the walls and has finished counting the tiles on the floor. He looks up toward the deputy. "Can't you just let me go?" he asks, slightly annoyed. "Let you go? No, I can't let you go," responds the new deputy. "But the lady isn't gonna press charges. Come on, just let me go," he whines at the deputy trying to act desperate, but there is no way he is getting out of jail tonight. Not on this deputy's watch. "No! I'm not letting you go! Now, stop asking me!" yells the deputy. Evan looks away and wonders why he wont just let him go. Normally when he gets caught and there are no charges they let him go as soon as they know, but here it was different. They were keeping him longer than they needed to. He couldn't take the suspense of not knowing why they were keeping him so he asks, "Why are you keeping me here? I told you, the lady isn't pressing charges. Just let me go already." The deputy was getting annoyed. He didn't like Evan at all. As a matter of fact he thought he was quite annoying. He decided to tell him so that he would shut up. "Look, the reason you are still here is because the lady said she wouldn't press charges if we could find you a nice home here in High River Valley." Evan's pulse started to race. 'I'm going to be stuck here forever,' he thought. "What do you mean? There is no way I am going to stay here. No way!" The tension was building within him and he couldn't take it anymore. All he wanted to do was get away from this town and take Caitlin with him. "Just relax. The sheriff is coming to get you tomorrow morning. He just called me and told me that you get to stay at his house until we find some nice people to take you in. All you have to do is just stay in here for one night." The deputy didn't realize that Evan had meant stay in the town. Evan wanted to get out. Out of the town, out of the jail cell, but he couldn't go anywhere. He was locked up. He decided that if he was ever going to get away from this town he would need some sleep. He closed his eyes and before his head hit the rough, brown, pillow he was asleep and in his own dreamland.
***
Caitlin entered her dark room and closed the door behind her. She walked over to her CD player and put in her favorite CD, which was "Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Album." She fast forward through the first 13 songs and put on Wild Horses, by The Sundays. She walked over to her closet and reached up, on her tiptoes, to the top shelf. She pulled down an old, beat-up box that no one knew she had. She walked to her bed and sat down on the soft cushiony comforter. She opened the box and there, within it were her most valuable pictures. Caitlin has been taking picture since before her mother passed away. She looked through the box and found some old ones of her and her mother together. She missed her mother and wished that she had never died. As she continued to look through the box she came across a picture of Evan. Thoughts and visions flooded her mind. 'Evan, Evan, Evan, I cant wait until you are here with me forever.' She held the picture close to her heart and then lifted it to her lips, kissing it softly, remembering what had happened the other night. Griffen barged through the door and Caitlin jumped spilling the pictures all over the place. "What are you doing?" Griffen asked her. It was only 8:00 and Caitlin never went to bed this early. "I'm, I'm, nothing," she stuttered over her words and her eyes quickly glanced to the mess of pictures scattered on the floor. Griffen motion toward them, "Don't! Those are mine. Just leave them," but it was too late. Griffen was already at them and picking them up. "Who is this?" he asked. Caitlin looked at the picture he was holding up. It was her mother and a shot of pain ran through her body. Tears welled up in her eyes and Griffen knew that he should have never asked. "It, it, it's my mom," she told him as a tear fell to the floor. Griffen looked into her eyes and could see the pain that he had brought about in her. He had never seen any of these pictures before and as he continued to help her pick them up and put them into the box he realized that Caitlin had been torn away from her life when she came here. "I'm sorry. I didn't know," he said softly. Griffen finished helping Caitlin clean up the pictures and left both the room and her in silence, with only the low hum of the song playing in the background.
***
Evan is sitting in the dark, cold, jail cell. He has been there for about 5 hours now and he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. He has already read the graffiti on the walls and has finished counting the tiles on the floor. He looks up toward the deputy. "Can't you just let me go?" he asks, slightly annoyed. "Let you go? No, I can't let you go," responds the new deputy. "But the lady isn't gonna press charges. Come on, just let me go," he whines at the deputy trying to act desperate, but there is no way he is getting out of jail tonight. Not on this deputy's watch. "No! I'm not letting you go! Now, stop asking me!" yells the deputy. Evan looks away and wonders why he wont just let him go. Normally when he gets caught and there are no charges they let him go as soon as they know, but here it was different. They were keeping him longer than they needed to. He couldn't take the suspense of not knowing why they were keeping him so he asks, "Why are you keeping me here? I told you, the lady isn't pressing charges. Just let me go already." The deputy was getting annoyed. He didn't like Evan at all. As a matter of fact he thought he was quite annoying. He decided to tell him so that he would shut up. "Look, the reason you are still here is because the lady said she wouldn't press charges if we could find you a nice home here in High River Valley." Evan's pulse started to race. 'I'm going to be stuck here forever,' he thought. "What do you mean? There is no way I am going to stay here. No way!" The tension was building within him and he couldn't take it anymore. All he wanted to do was get away from this town and take Caitlin with him. "Just relax. The sheriff is coming to get you tomorrow morning. He just called me and told me that you get to stay at his house until we find some nice people to take you in. All you have to do is just stay in here for one night." The deputy didn't realize that Evan had meant stay in the town. Evan wanted to get out. Out of the town, out of the jail cell, but he couldn't go anywhere. He was locked up. He decided that if he was ever going to get away from this town he would need some sleep. He closed his eyes and before his head hit the rough, brown, pillow he was asleep and in his own dreamland.
***
Caitlin entered her dark room and closed the door behind her. She walked over to her CD player and put in her favorite CD, which was "Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Album." She fast forward through the first 13 songs and put on Wild Horses, by The Sundays. She walked over to her closet and reached up, on her tiptoes, to the top shelf. She pulled down an old, beat-up box that no one knew she had. She walked to her bed and sat down on the soft cushiony comforter. She opened the box and there, within it were her most valuable pictures. Caitlin has been taking picture since before her mother passed away. She looked through the box and found some old ones of her and her mother together. She missed her mother and wished that she had never died. As she continued to look through the box she came across a picture of Evan. Thoughts and visions flooded her mind. 'Evan, Evan, Evan, I cant wait until you are here with me forever.' She held the picture close to her heart and then lifted it to her lips, kissing it softly, remembering what had happened the other night. Griffen barged through the door and Caitlin jumped spilling the pictures all over the place. "What are you doing?" Griffen asked her. It was only 8:00 and Caitlin never went to bed this early. "I'm, I'm, nothing," she stuttered over her words and her eyes quickly glanced to the mess of pictures scattered on the floor. Griffen motion toward them, "Don't! Those are mine. Just leave them," but it was too late. Griffen was already at them and picking them up. "Who is this?" he asked. Caitlin looked at the picture he was holding up. It was her mother and a shot of pain ran through her body. Tears welled up in her eyes and Griffen knew that he should have never asked. "It, it, it's my mom," she told him as a tear fell to the floor. Griffen looked into her eyes and could see the pain that he had brought about in her. He had never seen any of these pictures before and as he continued to help her pick them up and put them into the box he realized that Caitlin had been torn away from her life when she came here. "I'm sorry. I didn't know," he said softly. Griffen finished helping Caitlin clean up the pictures and left both the room and her in silence, with only the low hum of the song playing in the background.
