I should warn you there is some language in this chapter. Sorry krumsthedmg. The worst is yet to come!
I landed on the couch in Raimundo's living room where Grandpa Eric was talking with Raimundo. Miranda was sitting next to me.
"Raimundo, I stopped by the jail on the way here to see your dad. He's pretty depressed. He wanted me to give this to you," and handed him a letter.
At first, Raimundo looked like he was going to rip it up, then he hesitated, opened it, and started to read it. I got up and read over his shoulder.
Dear Raimundo,
I understand if you hate me. I hate myself. I know you want to know why, what happened. I'm sure you noticed that Rachel and I hadn't been getting along lately. I know that you loved your mom very much and I don't want to say anything that would change your opinion about her, but this will come out at the trial and I would rather tell you myself then you read in the newspaper. Your mom was going out with another man. She didn't tell me until this morning. She said she was going to leave and take you with her. I guess I went crazy after she left. I think I blacked out or something because the next thing I remember is sitting on the steps with a gun to my head and a lot of police around. They say I killed Rachel, but I have no memory of that. I would like you to see me, but not yet. Don't forget that I love you. You are all I have left.
Lots of love,
Dad
"Fuckin' bullshit!" Raimundo screamed, and tore up the letter.
I was surprised to hear that kind of language from a nine-year old.
"He expects me to believe that shit? Mom wouldn't fool around! And like hell he didn't know what he was doing! And if he really loved me, he wouldn't do this to me! He's just trying to get me to side with him!"
"Raimundo-" started Miranda, but then Grandpa Eric started yelling at him.
"Don't be stupid! Why would your own father lie to you? You're not much of a son to accuse him like that!"
"I know mom wouldn't do something like that and that's how I know he's lying! And even if he wasn't, I still won't forgive him! I don't care if he gets killed in jail! I don't ever want to see him again!"
That's when Grandpa Eric slapped him. He slapped him so hard, he fell over and had a big, red mark on the side of his face. Raimundo got up and ran out the door so fast, that I got swept off my feet and was getting dragged on my stomach. I think Miranda tried to run after him, but Raimundo was too fast and ditched her. He didn't even slow down until he came to a place just outside the city, high enough so you could look over it. (The place he went to in 'In the Flesh' when he was mad.) Then he sat down with his arms tightly folded across his chest, and after a minute of glaring at the city he lost it. He was crying so hard it looked like he was having a hard time catching his breath. He kept hugging himself tighter, as if he was trying to squeeze the air out of himself and be done with this nightmare. It wasn't fair for a kid like Raimundo to go through this. No kid should. If it were me, I would have committed suicide. How could he be like he was at the temple when all this had happened to him? I was so tear blinded, I hardly noticed the scene dissolving and that I was falling again.
I'll update as soon as I can. Bye!