Echoes Of An Oversoul--Part 53

DoctorOversoul By DoctorOversoul, 6th Jul 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/257aini1/
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They were like the rail I needed to get my life on track. They were like medicine to soothe my pain, and umbrellas to protect me from pouring rain. Who could I be talking 'bout? Well, that's a question that will only be revealed if you read.

Echoes Of An Oversoul--Part 53

AFTER I MADE THE AUDIO CONFESSION, the detectives made their way to a far corner of the room and I noticed them grinning. Their grins reminded me of cannibal demons in a Picasso painting of hell.
“We got ‘em.” I overheard detective H say to J. They seemed to be getting a kick out of my grief. I felt debased and robbed of my machismo. But come to think of it, who was to blame for that but myself? I am the one who trusted them. It was my naive self who believed their false promise and volunteered information. “No more than three-to-six years jail time,” he said. Yeah, okay, even a fool could have told me that that was a big fat lie.
They charged me with murder, robbery, burglary and criminal possession of stolen property. Then, after all was said and done, they placed shackles on my hands, waist and feet, and escorted me out of the sheriff’s office. As we walked, my mind raced: What will become of me now? How will I explain this to my foster parents? They were like the rail I needed to get my life on track. They were like medicines to soothe my pain, and umbrellas to protect me from pouring rain. They had given me a second chance, and now I’ve blown it again. How will I face them now? I don’t think they’ll ever forgive me for this one…especially for lying by telling them that I was just a witness who played no part in the homicide. Oh, God, when will the madness cease?
“We’re on for a little ride, son.” Detective H said, with a cunning snake-like smile, as he shoved me into the backseat of the police car. “Make sure you enjoy every bit of it. Make sure you enjoy the scenery, the air, everything in general. Because like Ripleys, Believe It or Not, your next destination is jail…and that’s going to be your home for a mighty long time.” There was truth in his statement. Broward County jail was my destination, and that’s where I would remain until I got extradited to New York.
As the car proceeded toward our destination, it dawned on me as to how they traced me. Everything suddenly made sense. It was through Brother Lewie and the phone call we agreed to make. Plus, I vividly recall that when I first set foot in New York and checked myself into the Covenant House, I gave the intake-staff my foster parent’s address, fax and phone number. I did that simply because it was required of me in case of an emergency.
So it no longer puzzled me as to how they traced me. Only if things were different! Only if I had the power to turn back time…
surely I would not have been in that quagmire!

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author avatar aking1614
7th Jul 2011 (#)

Seems like you're in quite a pickle here. Looking forward to the next installment.

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author avatar Yvette van Niekerk
8th Apr 2015 (#)

really good wow

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