Apache Run : Bolt of Light

Which explains why he wears no gloves.

“My mother is a whore.”

“Why you say that?”
“She’s a whore is all.”
“What about your dad?
“He beat me over the head with his ski pole.”

“You were 14 years old. I see from the drawing in your letter of the house and trees you drew. It’s there, in the tree, a branch cut cleanly, and in the windows of the house, crosses, to hide the secret.”

“You know what my mother did? “ he is intent to say it.

“I know you say your mother is a whore.”
“She said, ‘Eric, your heart, ‘ and my dad wouldn’t stop until he got off the telephone with the principal.”

A moment to pause, she chooses her words carefully because he’s opening up and it’s clear his mother was his victim, and his dad’s victim.

“She wrote me in a letter saying your father suffered allot and then he died. She said he beat her then said he loved her”.
“He called my son a beaner.”

“You learned not to trust him long before your kids were born, yet, you gave him another chance to do right for you. I give you another chance. I ask you give your mom another chance.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“She taught me to drink, then she beat the crap out of me. She’s crazy. My mother did crazy things“
“She went to rehab and she got help after your dad died.”

“I’ll call her, nothing else to do in here.”

“Where were you when your father died?”

“At the River, with Sherry.” He says her name with bitterness in his tone.

“How did you take it?”

“I didn’t think about it.”

“Where did you meet Sherry?”

“At Northwood Country Club.”

“How long did it last?”
“She wouldn’t allow Emily and Shane to visit us.”
“Why?”
“She got jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”

He rubs the palm of his hand on his leg as he continues, “You know, I lived under the bridge for a long time. ”

“Did you see me move into my house?”

“I can’t blame someone else.”

“What?”

“Did you go dancing?”

“No.”

“You can do what you want.”

“That’s right.”

“I saw you dancing with your husband at the Ziggurat, it’s where I first saw you. ….he drummed the table and looked around at the guards, “Loraine and I were together then, we lived in the house across the bridge. I had a gem shop in the front. I saw you all the time and I fell for you watching you dance. Where’s your husband?”

“That was ten years ago.”

“Yea, I haven’t seen my kids since. She packed up and moved I don’t know where they went.”

”I am alone, my husband couldn’t protect me when you broke into my house."

He stopped drumming and slumped, hung his head and then raised up, took a deep breath and said slowly as he pleaded for mercy with his left eye tearing, his right eye patched, and dry “I love you, I’m sorry.

“You knew I live alone, you watched me everyday.”

He gets uncomfortable, fidgets in his seat and shakes, shudders and pivots his head around as though something might be behind him, the Monkey on his back? He licks his lips and looks down at the table. “I saw you dancing with your husband at the Ziggurat, it’s where I saw you first.”

“Yes, my dear husband and I danced. My husband is gone for several years.”

“You’re the only Lady around here who can dance.”

“Why didn’t you ask me to dance?”

He hung his head. No answer, he licked his lips again and looked to her for the next question.

“The police say your prior felony is from beating Sherry, is it true?”

He’s eager to pour his grief out, Sherry is the beginning and end of his trouble, his first felony, rich kid felon, no one to save him from it, all the frustration of failing himself , his father and kids balled up like a bomb in his brain, “We drank every night and every day for six years, she wouldn’t let me invite my kids to her house. She’s a controlling bitch. She cheated on me with Steve when we stayed out at the David Ranch, we had it good then she went and cheated on me, then, she rubbed my nose in it. We fought all the time. She nearly bit my thumb off.”

He raises his thumb but the damage he complains about is invisible.

“Are you saying I drank with you and provoked you, too?”
“Shhhhhhhhh, there’s tape recorders in here.”

“You promised me you’d tell me everything if I visit you in jail.”

“I love you.”

“Please call your mom.”

“She’ll be mad at me.”

“I called her, the DA gave me her number, she wants to help me. She’ll help you, too. She wants to get you in treatment for booze. I told her how you ended up here, she understands. She says she went to rehab after your dad died.”
“My dad beat her to a bloody pulp. I called the police.”
“How old were you when that happened?”
“14.”
“Your dad did wrong.Your mom should’ve had him arrested.”
“Dad would’ve cut her off, are you kidding, it’s all about money with her.”

“It’s your money.”
“She’s in charge."
“Why didn’t she help you with Loraine and kids?”
“She took my money away legally, she made dad change the will when I flunked out of Goddard. She hates me, she hates Loraine, she hates my kids. She hates Mexicans.”

“Loraine is Cherokee. I talk to her everyday at the shop.”

“She hates me, too. Everybody hates me.”

“I know, what happened to you two?”

“Last time I saw her she asked me to make enchiladas so I went to her house in Forestville and I made food then a guy came over and started kissing her, they went in the bedroom together and locked the door.”

“She told me she wouldn’t marry you.”

“She was my girlfriend.”
He says it as though it was of no matter she refused to marry him. Slowly, he looks around at the guards, averts his one eyed gaze from the conversation, as if to say the subject is unimportant to him, he’s relaxed, accepting this portion of history regarding Loraine and the kids.

“How many times did you see me naked in my house?”

“I watched you every night,” he whispers.

“I didn’t cover the windows because there’s no houses back there. I didn’t know you were there.”

“I had my tent down under the rock.”

“ I saw it. I walked down there to see where you live.”

“Is my sleeping bag still down there?”

“I didn’t touch anything.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry, I miss you, miss you, miss you.”

She is stoic, unmoved by his confession and passion.

“How’re you feeling?”

“I love you.”
“Do you think of me?”
“All the time.”
“Do you want me to come back?”
“Yes.”
“Your mother will hire an attorney. I want you to plead not guilty. You didn’t rape me.I won the fight. No one asks about your eye. You didn’t hurt me. I’m ok”

“Then why am I here?”

“Must I remind you?”

Apache Run : Bolt of Light

susy zelaya

Guerneville, United States

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Now she knows why he did it.

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