Chewelah Creek
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
925
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Three
Jon looked intently at me for a moment. I looked inquiringly back at him, waiting for him to answer my question.
”Yes, I can keep a secret.” Jon said.
It seemed like hours before he finally answered, he was probably speculating what my secret was.
”Good, maybe one day I’ll tell you.” I said.
I picked up my fork and began eating my creamed corn. I don’t like creamed corn, it tastes funky. But was starving, and didn’t care at this moment. I could feel Jon watching me, and slowly turned to him.
”What?” I asked.
”Nothing. I was just waiting to see if you were gonna talk to me. But if not, I’ll eat.” He said.
”Good. Eat first, listen later.” I said.
Jon smiled. “Good plan.”
I finished off my creamed corn, and began eating the dinner roll, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a quick movement. I cocked my head slightly to the left, and watched as Bert disappeared into the cafeteria restroom. I sighed softly to myself.
”Something wrong?” Jon asked.
”Huh? Oh no… Just have to pee again.” I said.
”Already? I guess I cant blame you, being locked up in that jacket for almost two days, I would have to pee a lot too!” Jon said.
”Yeah… I’ll be right back.” I said.
I could feel Jon watching me walk over to the bathrooms. I pulled the door open, and went in. I clicked the lock in place.
”Bert, I know your in here!” I said in a low whisper.
Seconds later, Bert emerged from a stall, a smirk on his lips.
’Enjoying dinner, Tom?’ Bert asked.
”I was, until you showed up! I thought I told you to wait in the room!” I said.
’You did. But I got tired of waiting for you to return!’ Bert argued.
”I’ll come back as soon as I am done with dinner! Now, PLEASE, go wait in the room!” I said.
’Promise me we will talk later.’ Bert says.
”I promise! But you have to stay in the room until I return!” I said.
’Fine. See ya soon!’ Bert said.
And just like that, he was gone. I sighed in relief. I unlocked the door and headed back to eat the rest of my dinner. Upon reaching the table Jon says.
”I was just about to come check on ya.”
I smiled, “I’m okay. I just really had to go.” I said.
I finished off my dinner and prepared for dessert, if we got any. I sat silently thinking about how to tell Jon my secret. I decided straight forward, and the beginning would be a good place to start.
”Jon.” I said.
”Yeah man?” he said.
He was eating the cobbler that came with dinner, reading his paper. He stopped and looked up at me when I said his name.
”I wanna talk to you about my secret.” I said.
”Okay… I’ll listen.” He replied.
I took a deep breath. “I’m wanted in Chewelah Washington… for murder.” I said slowly.
Jon didn\'t know how to react, or what to say. So I continued on.
”In June 2003, Bert told me it was time to go. He said, ‘Get in the car, Tom.’ I asked him where I was going and why. He told me to just drive, I would know when we got there. So I did. I got in the car, and just drove. I drove for many hours. Stopping every 150 miles or so for gas and food. 28 hours later, I was in Chewelah. I never knew why I was going there. Bert told me once we got there. He said, ‘Lets turn this place upside down. Do what you did to Terri.’” I paused a moment.
”Who’s Terri?” Jon asked.
”So I check into Chewelah Creek Inn…” I continued, ignoring his question. It’s not time to know about Terri. “The guy at the counter was nice. He got me a room, and left me to rest in peace. The next morning, or rather later that morning, Bert woke me. Said we had to go check the place out. I got up, changed clothes, washed up, and headed out to find a pub.” I paused again, taking a sip of my water.
”Who’s Bert?” Jon asked.
”Bert can be a friend, most of the time. Other times he’s just a big bully. He likes to make me look like the bully.” I answer.
I could see Jon’s mind working. He’s starting to piece together that Bert, isn’t real. At least not to the rest of the world. He’s very real to me.
”I fount a pub, rather a Bar and Grille, Sporty’s. Clean little place. Friendly people, and a beautiful vibrant waitress named Lynne. Very sweet girl. I later met her friends, Laurynn and Mirannda. All very nice girls. Mirannda could be a little grumpy at times. Want me to tell you about them?” I asked.
He looks at the clock on the cafeteria wall, then back to me.
”How about later? We’ve gotta get you back up to your room. It’s almost lights out time.” He says.
I look up to the clock, eight thirty pm, lights out is at nine pm. I smile.
”Later it is then.”
Jon nods, and brings me back up to my room, where Bert was waiting to speak with me.
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”Yes, I can keep a secret.” Jon said.
It seemed like hours before he finally answered, he was probably speculating what my secret was.
”Good, maybe one day I’ll tell you.” I said.
I picked up my fork and began eating my creamed corn. I don’t like creamed corn, it tastes funky. But was starving, and didn’t care at this moment. I could feel Jon watching me, and slowly turned to him.
”What?” I asked.
”Nothing. I was just waiting to see if you were gonna talk to me. But if not, I’ll eat.” He said.
”Good. Eat first, listen later.” I said.
Jon smiled. “Good plan.”
I finished off my creamed corn, and began eating the dinner roll, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a quick movement. I cocked my head slightly to the left, and watched as Bert disappeared into the cafeteria restroom. I sighed softly to myself.
”Something wrong?” Jon asked.
”Huh? Oh no… Just have to pee again.” I said.
”Already? I guess I cant blame you, being locked up in that jacket for almost two days, I would have to pee a lot too!” Jon said.
”Yeah… I’ll be right back.” I said.
I could feel Jon watching me walk over to the bathrooms. I pulled the door open, and went in. I clicked the lock in place.
”Bert, I know your in here!” I said in a low whisper.
Seconds later, Bert emerged from a stall, a smirk on his lips.
’Enjoying dinner, Tom?’ Bert asked.
”I was, until you showed up! I thought I told you to wait in the room!” I said.
’You did. But I got tired of waiting for you to return!’ Bert argued.
”I’ll come back as soon as I am done with dinner! Now, PLEASE, go wait in the room!” I said.
’Promise me we will talk later.’ Bert says.
”I promise! But you have to stay in the room until I return!” I said.
’Fine. See ya soon!’ Bert said.
And just like that, he was gone. I sighed in relief. I unlocked the door and headed back to eat the rest of my dinner. Upon reaching the table Jon says.
”I was just about to come check on ya.”
I smiled, “I’m okay. I just really had to go.” I said.
I finished off my dinner and prepared for dessert, if we got any. I sat silently thinking about how to tell Jon my secret. I decided straight forward, and the beginning would be a good place to start.
”Jon.” I said.
”Yeah man?” he said.
He was eating the cobbler that came with dinner, reading his paper. He stopped and looked up at me when I said his name.
”I wanna talk to you about my secret.” I said.
”Okay… I’ll listen.” He replied.
I took a deep breath. “I’m wanted in Chewelah Washington… for murder.” I said slowly.
Jon didn\'t know how to react, or what to say. So I continued on.
”In June 2003, Bert told me it was time to go. He said, ‘Get in the car, Tom.’ I asked him where I was going and why. He told me to just drive, I would know when we got there. So I did. I got in the car, and just drove. I drove for many hours. Stopping every 150 miles or so for gas and food. 28 hours later, I was in Chewelah. I never knew why I was going there. Bert told me once we got there. He said, ‘Lets turn this place upside down. Do what you did to Terri.’” I paused a moment.
”Who’s Terri?” Jon asked.
”So I check into Chewelah Creek Inn…” I continued, ignoring his question. It’s not time to know about Terri. “The guy at the counter was nice. He got me a room, and left me to rest in peace. The next morning, or rather later that morning, Bert woke me. Said we had to go check the place out. I got up, changed clothes, washed up, and headed out to find a pub.” I paused again, taking a sip of my water.
”Who’s Bert?” Jon asked.
”Bert can be a friend, most of the time. Other times he’s just a big bully. He likes to make me look like the bully.” I answer.
I could see Jon’s mind working. He’s starting to piece together that Bert, isn’t real. At least not to the rest of the world. He’s very real to me.
”I fount a pub, rather a Bar and Grille, Sporty’s. Clean little place. Friendly people, and a beautiful vibrant waitress named Lynne. Very sweet girl. I later met her friends, Laurynn and Mirannda. All very nice girls. Mirannda could be a little grumpy at times. Want me to tell you about them?” I asked.
He looks at the clock on the cafeteria wall, then back to me.
”How about later? We’ve gotta get you back up to your room. It’s almost lights out time.” He says.
I look up to the clock, eight thirty pm, lights out is at nine pm. I smile.
”Later it is then.”
Jon nods, and brings me back up to my room, where Bert was waiting to speak with me.
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