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If we had one last chance to profess our love for another, would we let anyone stand in the way of that?  Let’s see what David’s answer is in Part 3.  Enjoy the read.  Thanks. 




SUSAN WATCHED IN SHOCK and disbelief as David stomped around and yelled and called her a liar.


“David,” Susan said.  He yelled and stomped while she spoke.  His fingers pushed into his ears.  “David.  Stop that.  Stop it!”  He glanced at her and looked away and continued to yell.  Susan grabbed his wrists and jerked his fingers from his ears.  “Now you stop that and apologize.  You don’t ever call me a lair.  You calm down.  Or I’ll send you to your room.  Grief or no grief.  You got that?”


Susan was shocked at how hard she was squeezing his wrists and how loud she had yelled in his face.  “You want to talk to me, you do it the way you’re supposed to.  Or, don’t talk at all.”  David stared at her.  His lips were pursed.  “Do you understand me?”  He nodded.  “Now, what are you so upset about?”


“You said a fiancée was a boyfriend when I asked you a long time ago,” David said, angry.  “You said a boyfriend isn’t part of the family.  You said that.”


“The man you heard in the background is…was more than Mrs. Dillard’s boyfriend,” Susan said.  “He became her fiancée when he asked her to marry him.  They were going to get married.  He was to be her husband, like your father is my husband.”


“That’s not true!” David yelled.


“What did I say?” Susan said.  “Don’t start yelling again.  Or, this conversation ends.”


“He was not going to marry Mrs. Dillard,” David said.  “He wasn’t going to be her husband.  I was.  I was going to be her boyfriend.”  Susan recoiled.  Silent.  “That’s why I called her.”  Susan was stunned and worried.  She asked him what was he saying.  “I called her not for homework.”  He hesitated.  Susan restrained herself from talking, from rushing him to say what he was saying.  “I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend.  And, when I got older, I was going to marry her.  He was talking in the background.  I heard him.  It was because of him that I said those bad things to her.  That’s why I have to say I’m sorry and bye to her.  I’m going later to say it.  I need you to take me.”


Susan was scared.  This was not her son.  David would not even think that what he was saying was right.  This was irrational.  There was no other way of looking at.  Regardless of his unstable emotions, she had to be a parent.  She wished his father was home to help her.


“David, no,” she said.  “You’re not going to the funeral home to see Mrs. Dillard.”  David pleaded that he had to.  “No, you’re not.”  David said that she was not being fair.  “I’m sorry.  I have to do what’s best for you.  I’m going to have you talk to someone.”


David stomped around and yelled, “Why?!”  Susan remained calm and told him it was inappropriate.  “Why?!”  Susan told him he was not going.  “I have to go!  I told you why!”  Susan told him to stop yelling and stomping.


“You’re close to serving a punishment, mister, ” Susan said, her finger pointed at him.


“I don’t care!” he yelled.  “I need to go!”


“You’re not going!” Susan Yelled.  She sighed.  “That’s it.”  He told her he was going.  He had to.  “No, you’re not.”  He yelled she could not stop him.  “Get up to your room.”  He stared at her.  “Now!”


David ran upstairs to his room.  “I hate you!” he yelled on his way up.


“David!”  Susan covered her mouth in shock.  She stopped herself from saying what she knew she would regret.  Her heart was pounding.  Her hands were shaking.  What the hell was that about?  What had just happened?  What was wrong with him?  Did she need to call a doctor, psychiatrist, therapist, take him to the school?


Susan sat on the couch and leaned back for a few minutes.  She needed to think.  She needed to call his father.  He needed to come home.  They would go from there.


You are overthinking this, she told herself.  David was just upset.  He does not know how to handle his emotions.  He is a kid.  You need to be the adult and comfort him.  But, be strong.


She stood up and went upstairs to apologize to David for yelling at him.  She held on to his bedroom doorknob for a second and slowly turned it.  She eased opened the door and peeked inside.  Where was he?  His bed was empty.  She scanned the room.  She pushed the door all the way open and stepped inside.


The curtains were open.  So was the window.  She ran to the window and looked out onto the backyard.  David’s bike was gone.  It was in the backyard earlier.  “Damn it,” she whispered.


“David!” Susan yelled out the window.  “David!”


You have to admire young David.  The word “no” doesn’t seem to faze him.  The question is where did he go?  And what’s cooking in that little brain of his?  We’ll have to find out.

I hope you had a great day.

Thank you for stopping by.

Stephen Wallace