October Miracle
My time well spent at the Juvenile Facility! I laughed walking out the front doors. I searched for the red sun fire that I was told about over the phone while I spoke with my new group home leader. She some how aroused me but I couldn't be crushing on a twenty year old… so what was I doing?
"So where did you come from again kid?" Crimson asked while she drove away from the penitentiary lot.
I studied my facial features in the reflection of the car window, "Texas."
"How'd you end up in Portage, Manitoba?" The woman sounded a bit surprised yet with a tone of concern, "Got family here?"
"I have my mother but the god damned lady never approved of anything that I did with my life…" I died off with a sigh.
"Right-e-o then, I gotta make something clear here, Dash," Crimson took her right hand off the steering wheel and searched in her purse to left of my seat for something, "I have kids, and if you're a serial killer, we're not goin' to get along."
I didn't kill her. I searched through all of my thoughts just to find one in which Alana didn't exist in. I concentrated on one thought. Crimson, a young woman, she has children. Her long, wavy, red hair was tied back, as before at the station she wore it long and freely about her shoulders, I liked it.
"You're smiling, Mr. Darling." The silence was broken.
Going crossed eyed, I looked down at the palms of my hands – which were sweating by now, "You ruined my train of thought."
"Are you plotting?" Crimson took a puff out of her cigarette.
I pictured my perspiration dripping hands grasp the neck of the psycho path next to me. But I resisted the urge and deleted the image of the jail cell from my mind. I smirked and stared out the car window at the white lines we endlessly followed.
Suddenly, out of no where, my whole body jerked forward causing me to think that my neck had snapped, I threw my hands in the air searching for the handle bars of life, I clenched my fists in the air, finally searching for Crimson's face.
She's fine.
We were in the ditch outside of the town we passed through. She'd slammed on the breaks, "You did it again, you're smiling, and you're going to kill my kids!" Crimson formed this allusion before she picked me up that I was some serial killer who liked little children, why can't a guy smile?
Clearing my voice along with my frazzled thoughts, I held Crimson's shoulders, "I will not go near your children."
Crimson touched my hands, removing them in a friendly fashion; I felt chills scream down my spine but easily ignored it to regain composure. I pointed at the key ignition.
"Okay." She whispered.
How does a twenty-year-old own a five bedroom house with a big back yard and still survive the money world? And yet at the same time, volunteer to bottle feed a teen and still have time for two kids.
The house was a bright yellow with baby blue window shudders. The picket fence was about two feet tall and had little fake flower bushes by the bay window in front of the car where we parked.
"It's outstanding." I blinked as the sun tried to screen me.
"My mother-in-law won the lottery a few years back, I was about fifteen, I needed somewhere to find my life. And raise two girls."
*Stunned* Two girls. She'd kill me if I thought of her children.
"My mother-in-law hates you, so don't be surprised if she's doesn't give you the time of day or just treats you like scum of the Earth." Crimson ducked under a cloth line pinned up from the kitchen window outside passed the front door onto a telephone poll.
"Sonny," I heard another woman's voice, "How was the drive?"
"It was interesting, Mom, I'd like you to meet Dash Darling."
I stood in the door way, not feeling the welcoming at all, "Good afternoon, Ma'am." I held out my right.
…Of course, being rejected.
Getting lost in my thoughts of torture, I named the mother of in laws "White" since anyone could see threw that phoniness. And not mention the statement, being whiter than a lie which I could tell would soon come into place.
"Are my angels awake?" Crimson clapped her hands together in interest.
"Sea-Anne, Ocean, your mother is home. Please come hither." White called Crimson's angels.
"Mom, I told you not to talk like that, it's so medieval!" Red curls bounces into Crimson's face as she knelt down in front of her girls.
The little ones gazed into her eyes, they told her what they did during the day and when they were going to do the next. I smiled remembering Alana's interest in the sunset and her fetish for the clouds.
"Sea-Anne, Ocean, this is Dash." Their mother looked up at me.
The words slipped ever-so-carefully out of her mouth. I never thought she'd introduced them to me… since I was a serial killer in her eyes.