levil666
03-08-2009, 08:02 PM
It's been five years since Alice went to the minimum security prison. My lawyer was pushing for attempted murder with a maximum sentence of 25 years, but her defense was able to spin her side and make it seem like she had a substance abuse problem. They painted a picture of me neglecting her, and that the alcohol was her only solace in the situation. However, by the end, her sentence was made concrete by the voice of my son Drew coming through loud and clear on the 911 tapes. The jury rested on attempted murder with a sentence of 15 years, without possibility of parole. They also decided on not making Drew visit her, as they did not feel she would provide a stable environment for him.
I pulled up in front of what used to be our quaint little country home. Standing outside of it now felt strange, isolated in the center of five acres. It just seemed so sad, with its "For Sale" sign out front. At least we were moving soon.
I went in, and there was a dampness to the air. I was glad Drew was with my parents. They took care of him during the days while I am at work. Most nights I pick him up, but I wanted to get a jump on packing our things tomorrow. So I poured myself a snifter of scotch from the study, took one long pull from the bottle to take the edge of the day off, and went to sip it in front of the 6 o'clock news.
I turned on the t.v. and it illuminated the entire living room, which was now growing dark as the sun was setting. There was something refresshing about the pale light resonating from the screen in a dark room.
"Good evening ladies and gentleman. Oh what a day it has been." Said the lead newscaster.
"That's right Ted. Today has seen its events. At the top of our stories, there was an escape at the local Maple Valley minimum security prison today..."
My skin suddenly crawled, as I choked on the sip of Scotch I had just taken.
"That's right Sue, three inmates, who split ways after escaping, are considered to be dangerous. The following map will illustrate the areas where they are expected to flee to."
-That's my neighborhood. Why the FUCK haven't they said the names or given photos yet.
"At the top of the list was prisoner Bobby Jo Reyes, convicted of armed robbery, prostitution and drug possesion/distribution..."
-Ok, one down...
"Second, was prisoner Brianna Sanders, convicted of aggravated assault, grand theft auto and possesion of narcotics..."
-Come on, come on, who's third...
"Hello sweetheart, rough day at work?"
My flesh went stone cold, as the voices from the t.v. went to the background, and my ears began to ring. It had been five years since I heard that voice. I felt like I was going to wretch. To get my courage up, I finished the snifter in one long swig and started to stand.
"What's wrong baby, feeling a bit woozy?"
My legs were like jelly beneath me, before they gave way and I fell to the floor.
"What's going on Alice, what the hell did you do?" I asked as I felt the world swirling around me.
"I figured you had a rough day, and maybe spiking your scotch would... how do you say sweetheart, oh yes `take the edge off.'" She said with a grimace, all but hidden by the shadows.
At this point, all I had left was my hearing and vision. As my vision began to tunnel out Alice came closer and said "Welcome home sweetheart, forever."
I pulled up in front of what used to be our quaint little country home. Standing outside of it now felt strange, isolated in the center of five acres. It just seemed so sad, with its "For Sale" sign out front. At least we were moving soon.
I went in, and there was a dampness to the air. I was glad Drew was with my parents. They took care of him during the days while I am at work. Most nights I pick him up, but I wanted to get a jump on packing our things tomorrow. So I poured myself a snifter of scotch from the study, took one long pull from the bottle to take the edge of the day off, and went to sip it in front of the 6 o'clock news.
I turned on the t.v. and it illuminated the entire living room, which was now growing dark as the sun was setting. There was something refresshing about the pale light resonating from the screen in a dark room.
"Good evening ladies and gentleman. Oh what a day it has been." Said the lead newscaster.
"That's right Ted. Today has seen its events. At the top of our stories, there was an escape at the local Maple Valley minimum security prison today..."
My skin suddenly crawled, as I choked on the sip of Scotch I had just taken.
"That's right Sue, three inmates, who split ways after escaping, are considered to be dangerous. The following map will illustrate the areas where they are expected to flee to."
-That's my neighborhood. Why the FUCK haven't they said the names or given photos yet.
"At the top of the list was prisoner Bobby Jo Reyes, convicted of armed robbery, prostitution and drug possesion/distribution..."
-Ok, one down...
"Second, was prisoner Brianna Sanders, convicted of aggravated assault, grand theft auto and possesion of narcotics..."
-Come on, come on, who's third...
"Hello sweetheart, rough day at work?"
My flesh went stone cold, as the voices from the t.v. went to the background, and my ears began to ring. It had been five years since I heard that voice. I felt like I was going to wretch. To get my courage up, I finished the snifter in one long swig and started to stand.
"What's wrong baby, feeling a bit woozy?"
My legs were like jelly beneath me, before they gave way and I fell to the floor.
"What's going on Alice, what the hell did you do?" I asked as I felt the world swirling around me.
"I figured you had a rough day, and maybe spiking your scotch would... how do you say sweetheart, oh yes `take the edge off.'" She said with a grimace, all but hidden by the shadows.
At this point, all I had left was my hearing and vision. As my vision began to tunnel out Alice came closer and said "Welcome home sweetheart, forever."