Chapter Seventeen
As dusk sourly approached, Chuckie let the light streaming through the windows overcome him. He couldn't believe that everything was changing and happening so fast, he was no longer the innocent boy he had been at the beginning of the summer. His father would be disappointed, and his mother would be utterly disgraced of him. A good twenty four hours ago, he had been the normal, timid boy. It finally hit him-he wasn't a little boy anymore. He was now nearly a man, having faced the biggest challenge that he had been faced with. And he had faced it proudly.
The cell cracked as he suddenly arose from his bunk. Suddenly, someone was thrown inside, and the hallway's sheer light disappeared. Instead, he discovered Tommy, who plopped down next to him.
"Hey, Chuck. Nice cell," Tommy sarcastically complimented.
"Well, it's as nice as we're going to get in the middle of nowhere. Besides, it's a luxury compared to those darn cabins at Cornwall," Chuckie joked, but he didn't get a chuckle back from Tommy.
"I really fucked things up badly, right?" Tommy asked, not really to anyone but himself.
"Yeah, you did. But at least we're together," Chuckie comforted, making an honest effort.
"I guess so. Thanks for sticking with me," Tommy's voice was filled with gratitude. "We'll get through this, don't worry."
"I'm not worrying, Tommy. I know you will. You always have a plan ready for action. So where is it now?" Chuckie demanded to know.
Tommy sat back on his top bunk. "Hey, Chuck, I have a question for you."
"Shoot," He effortlessly replied.
"Have you ever snuck out of a jail before?" Tommy inquired, glancing hopefully out the window.
"No, I've snuck out of the kitchen, why?" Chuckie asserted.
"Close enough. Just wondering," Tommy chuckled, before an ingenious idea appeared in his mind.