Thanks for all the reviews on my last chapter! Well, here's the next one and finally Tim's joining the story! Hope you like it and I hope you will review!
The car came to a squealing halt outside of Tulsa County Jail; Curly pulled the handbrake forcefully and turned the engine off. I turned my head to look at him as he got out of the car without a word, a look of resolute determination in his bluish eyes.
He had been silent all morning, nothing like the exited little brother I had thought he would be, instead he had been tense and irritated. A nerve was twitching slightly by his right eye.
I was probably more exited about seeing his brother then he was, but perhaps he had a reason to be nervous, maybe Tim was that kind of person that simply made you nervous for no apparent reason. I climbed over to the back seat to get a better look at Tulsa's most famous hood, Tim Shepard, through the car window.
He stood about thirty feet away leaning against the brick wall of the prison building, his left foot on the wall under him in a relaxed manner. He was wearing jeans a white t-shirt and over it a short sleeved black shirt. He was smoking a cigarette, his face in a bored expression while he squinted his eyes against the bright sunlight.
As he saw Curly approach him he pushed himself off the wall and strode over to meet his brother in a cat-like predatory way. He seemed to be longer then Curly but he probably wasn't. He was thinner then Curly, his figure a more slender and graceful type then Curly's broad shouldered and rough one. Other then that they looked a lot like each other, their black hair identical except for the length, Curly's was long and wavy and full of grease while Tim's was cut short, less then half an inch left.
But there seemed to be something about Tim that Curly just didn't have, a presence and grace in all his motions that made you look at him.
He tossed the cigarette away and my eyes wandered to his hands, they weren't as big and squarely formed as Curly's, Tim's fingers were longer, like the fingers of a musician or artist.
Ten feet away from his brother he stopped and waited for Curly to come up to him, he stood there his face expressionless while Curly took the last steps towards him with his hands crammed deep in his pockets, his back a bit tense and his head held low.
I watched as Curly said something that made Tim smirk and nod. Curly's whole posture changed as he raised his head up and relaxed his shoulders and back. Tim was saying something and I smiled to myself as Curly grinned broadly at his brother all tension gone.
As they came up to the car Curly held the keys out to Tim who just shook his head and said something I couldn't hear through the window. Curly didn't answer he just jumped in and started the car up again.
As we drove off Tim turned his head to look at the prison and as his eyes swept lazily over the rear view mirror he caught sight of me in the back seat. He turned to Curly with a meaning smirk.
"Who's the broad?" His voice was a bit darker then Curly's who kept his eyes on the road as he answered grinningly.
"Oh, that's Stacey"
"Hi" I said wanting to be polite, but I drew a sharp breath as Tim turned to look at me.
I hadn't been able to see the left side of his face this close up before and from his temple to his chin ran a long pale scar. I felt myself blink as I tried to focus on his eyes instead.
He was smirking cunningly at me while his silvery blue grey eyes held mine. I felt unable to look away; his eyes were hard and cold but jet captivating and intriguing. Suddenly he turned around again chuckling to himself.
"Where'd ya find her?" he asked his brother in an amused voice.
Curly turned to him smiling confidently which made my heartbeat speed up.
"Party, she was talking to Pony so I took her of his hands" he said a dark smile creeping up his lips.
"Didn't know the Curtis' knew broads like that, thought they went for the nice ones" Tim stated as his steely eyes wandered over the familiar view of downtown Tulsa.
I felt my heart stop for a second, I wasn't nice?
"He didn't, he was scared shitless of her" Curly said throwing his head back with laughter and soon his brother joined him.
I didn't find it that amusing since I didn't know the people they were talking about all that much, but I did remember that boy I had tried to ask to dance with me at the school dance that night I had met Curly.
He was about a year younger then me but he had seemed more mature, his eyes telling the story of his life for everyone to read. To bad he hadn't been interested; he had just stood there looking awkwardly at his hands while I tried to hold a conversation with him.
I was glad when Curly came up to us and I received his blunt and carefree comments gratefully. He was more my type, though and outspoken.
As Curly pulled up to the house their laughter had died down but they were both still grinning widely. Seeing their mom standing by the door her hands clasped together tightly in a nervous manner, they stopped smiling abruptly.
I watched Tim, trying to find out what he was thinking but it was hopeless, his face was in a stony mask, his grey eyes gazing at his mother coldly making them look like liquid metal.
Walking up to the house Mrs Langston came to meet us, or Tim more correctly. I looked over at Curly who walked next to me; the nerve by his eye was twitching again. He seemed irritated, his jaw clenched as his dark blue eyes watched his mom.
"Timothy, I'm so glad you're back" she sighed as she pulled her eldest son into a tight hug.
It was almost touching the way she cared about him but as I felt Curly tense up beside me I changed my mind and anger started to boil inside of me.
Tim apparently didn't like his mother's display of love for him anymore then I did cause he broke free of her embrace, his eyes lingering on his brother who was standing beside me stiff as a statue. I flinched nervously as I recognised a small flicker of concern and love in them.
"Let's get inside son, I've made dinner" Mrs Langston said her usually cold eyes still glued to Tim.
Inside of me a small grotesque lump of hate was growing for the woman in front of me. Son? There were two of them.
Tim averted his eyes from his brother and staring at his mother in an irritated and tiered manner he stated;
"I ain't hungry" He walked briskly passed us all and in the house.
Me and Curly followed him as their mom called out to him;
"I'll just put it away so you can eat it later, ok?" When Tim didn't answer she repeated; "Ok, Tim?"
Half way up the stairs Tim just raised his hand to show he had heard her.
Mrs Langston rushed passed us to the kitchen and I saw Curly stare after her coldly.
We walked passed the living room where Angela was watching TV in her new hairdo; she had only waved at Tim as he passed by not even getting off the couch to greet him. She was too tied up in her program to meet her favourite brother for the first time in six months.
Lenny was nowhere to be seen, probably hiding out at some bar trying to avoid Tim.
As we walked up the stairs to Curly's room I felt my heart throb for him, he deserved so much better then that.
But then again didn't they all?