Jem…Chapter 33

Chapter 33

*Mike…………………

I was a little embarrassed at Kim doing her bit with the sausage and I had to get the car going so I headed out to the garage.

It’s been hectic the last two or so days with the firebombing of my car. The girls showing up for this whole Sunday dinner thing that honestly I haven’t had it so long that it was almost a new experience. Heck I know that Dad loved it and Uncle Remy was right in his glory as a father.

That…that really is going to stick with me I think. Seeing him with the girls and with Brooklyn and Kim too but especially Brooklyn. She hasn’t remotely had a positive male role model in her life and just there in the garage and stuff and watching how she slowly changed bit by bit.

I’m not one of those fantasy romance guys but there were times that you could see that shy five year old scared as shit version of her looking at us like she was peeking around a corner almost like she was saying… “Is it safe…really…can I?”

And with Angel or rather Jason coming clean on who they really were.

I guess that part of me couldn’t help the oh…wow, seeing here blossom so much. Okay this is hokey as heck but you know those plants in the desert when they finally get rain?

Brooklyn blossomed like that.

Dad’s even taken with her and he’s the one that showed her stuff as things were going on in the garage about some of the things that her brothers would do to her to “keep her in line.” And then dad’d would show her RCMP defence counters and stuff and she’d get to use me as the dummy.

And there were those moments were she’d set me on my butt and I’d not do anything to hurt her back and there was that thing there coming alive in her.

And go her actually shooting those videos with the girls and how she can play but when she was singing “Don’t let me be misunderstood.” It was sort of her touching herself deep down and singing this whole Brooklyn gospel.

Sigh…

Yeah and even us spending some time this morning…just me showing her some stuff and her shyly asking…

Sigh…

I sort of feel like I hooked up with her over Angel too soon or that being Jase was part of all of that but this…just happened…kind of like Raven and Angel happening.

Yeah I’m so not going there with what I think happened with those two hooking up like they did. Angel passes like staggeringly well and she’s actually a whole lot better looking in a skinny artsy waif kind of way than a lot of girls that I’ve met.

Honestly though really…she’s way more a girl than I think she believes.

Even in the stuff I know with her mom.

She misses her not like a son. But she misses her way more like a daughter would, even taking on that legacy of taking care of her dad.

Yeah…

Anyway…

The car’s ready and I shower and grab my books and I head out early. It’s an old car that Uncle Remy had been holding under a tarp and while still needing some minor body work and some paint it but…it runs…and loud.

I time things and I pop in my CD into the player and crank to tunes and I pull into Adam’s spot all over again in the Z-28 and I look at him and smile as the stereo is blasting just at the right time the part of *Enter Sandman* by Metallica.

“Sleep with one eye open….!”
“Clutching your pillow tight!”

And well you know the rest of the song.

I honestly think he was going to pop something he turned that enraged at me cutting him off and I smile.

He glares pure hate back at me and he stares and stares and then he calms down really quickly and stuff. He smiles at me and even nods then pulls away and he takes another parking spot but this time at the very back of the parking lot and is soon followed by his minions of sheeple.

Huh…

I don’t like or trust that reaction it never bodes well. He’s got something up his sleeve.

I head into the school and get stuff for my half day of classes and I stick around for lunch and study hall even.

His jock thug goon friends and wanna be second stringers aren’t doing anything to me. Actually they’re not bugging that much of their usual prey either except verbally.

I use my laptop and the wireless here to download stuff from the cameras and stuff I had set up and leave once I really don’t have a real reason to stay.

Hmm….

They didn’t even touch my car.

I do have someplace that I want to be so I head off and I go for a drive until I can find Johnstone’s (It’s John-stone or that’s how the say in here I guess.) I sit with a camera and a large double-double and wait and watch. About four in the afternoon I see Huey and Dewy come out and I start taking pictures of the and following them as the first go to this bait-shop looking dive place and drink for a good hour and coming out for pisses and smokes and joints in the alley there and then to the beer store before they end up driving almost to the other side of town into this neighborhood that’s run down houses and a lot of trailers and mini-homes.

Actually their names are Randy and Danny McWhitter but they’re also known as Brooklyn’s asshole big brothers.

Yeah…

Yeah… I’m going there.