CODE SEVEN

by EDWADM

the train station. If you wanna know, this is one of the reasons I worked so hard to better my future.

  After a few arguments here and there, together with my two witnesses, I was found not guilty. All the judge declared was, I had do some social work for the next three weeks and my dad had pay half of Simon’s bill at the national hospital. Later that day, I thanked my lawyer and my two friends for saving my ass. As usual dad and Lucy confronted me as we drove back home to Rosewood district, where we lived.

  “Dad, it was an accident, ok? I swear I didn’t know that would happen.” I had apologized.

  “Ok son, I know, just breath it’s gonna be ok.”

  “Am really sorry dad.” I added.

  (Silence)

  All my life I had lived in that bungalow, embracing every single moment and privileges that came along. Looking back at everything I had been through, let’s say most of it was good apart from the first awful story, at the train station. For the next few days my sister went back to college in Florida and I carried on helping my dad at the shoe store.

  Then, he still worked tirelessly on getting me enrolled into another school. For months I didn’t hear from my girlfriend molly, neither my friends Henry and Brian. Suppose, they had moved on, good for them.

  Life for me became tougher every single day. Dreams of going to college and getting a degree, were diminishing little by little. Later, in fact i had thoughts and lots of them, on dropping out and at times even running away.

  Astonishingly, all those crooked thoughts lead to what Ben had told me that night a year before. Simon, would be spending probably his entire life on a wheel chair, and that might have marked the start of freedom.

 

 

  Chapter three

  On may seventh 2005 I graduated from Johnson high school in Brooklyn, Texas. I had never been so happy in my life. Lucy and dad were a few of those who had celebrated my achievement in such a great way.

  First, we had a celebration party at our house in rose wood, on one Saturday night. Tell you what, a lot of people showed up. Something that once in a while, proved how much I meant to them. So united such that, no one would ever think I was adopted.

  I keep thinking, I could have saved myself that night, but I didn’t. Reason , I had invited few of my top friends from Brooklyn, who had been on my response team for two good years. It consisted of two smart twin brothers, who used to circulate weed in school and at times, around town on daily basis.

  In fact, we had customers and lots of them. Let me say, I was growing up and if you remember, there was another member of my family, Simon when it came to expenses. He was in hospital now and then, so dad still had to contribute our share. I knew it killed him but he never dared say a word to me. So I had taken responsibility to make money fast and move on though, the hard way.

  Things didn’t go well as planned. Since, I spotted someone standing on the porch staring at me, as I emerged from the kitchen. I recall she had winked, suppose she needed service. Wow! She was pretty, dressed in a white mini dress like the one molly had won on our first date. On the waist, one of those that need a light belt to match. I recall winking back to create an impression. All she did was smile and shake her bare shoulders like most girls do to impress guys.

  I guess, this is because today most of those privileges are long gone and forgotten. I pushed my way through the crowd and as I got closer, she became familiar. Guess who? Molly my ex-girlfriend. To be sincere ever since Brixton hills, I had never met such a wonderful girl like molly. In fact, she was one of a kind. On my side I can say humble, passionate, loving and a beautiful young woman.

  I wasn’t surprised when she spread her arms and hugged me so tight. Hell, she had grown. Probably gained a few pounds since the last time I had held her in such a way. At the moment, she seemed to enjoy relaxing her head on my shoulder more than anything else. The more she held tightly, the better I felt. Especially, her beautiful breast pressing against my chest as I surveyed at her curvy body. After a minute or two I had pulled it off. Guess it felt a little weird and too good at the time.

  “Oh! Adam long time no see, how are you?” she said still holding my left hand.

  I couldn’t help figuring out how to respond to that. I could have said good, but that wouldn’t have been enough. So I suggested we take a walk in the backyard, and have a talk. After all, let everybody dance, eat and drink to their fullest.

  “Am good molly, still surprised by your beauty you know.” I answered

  “Really?” she smiled.

  “I like it every time I see you smile like dat.”

  “Oh come on, you said that all the time, remember?”

  “Of course I do honey”

  “I just wish that incident hadn’t kept as so far apart.” I answered.

  “Adam, congratulations and welcome to college.”

  I really felt into her that night more than anything else. Even though it was my day, I felt the need to change the course no matter what. Let’s say for some reasons, some opportunities come once in a life time. So I did what any reasonable dude would have done after meeting their hot ex-girlfriend once in a while.

  I sneaked her into my dad’s garage, which was separated from the house five yards overlooking our drive way. That night I had what I can say, I have never had ever since, not even during my high school days. Not that we hadn’t slept together before, but that night seemed so special.

  I didn’t know for how long I had been asleep, till I was woken up by screams and gun shots outside. I suddenly dressed up, and before rushing out, I conversed a little with myself. If anything was wrong I always had a feeling, and most of the time I was right.

  First, I was a drug trafficker, sorry to myself. So, every step I took, I had to be careful. Especially, when there was some weed circulating around. All I could here were chaos. All this time, footsteps seemed to disappear far from our house. So definitely there was a problem.

  I had hesitated rushing out through the door that led to the living room, before I heard someone drop the sofa heavily. At the moment, I couldn’t hear any Screams apart from the violent voice of my dad. Which counted as proof, something terrible was on. I was gland molly was gone, so whatever was outside, I could find a way of dealing with it. I told myself.

  As I took a glimpse through the peep hole, someone pushed the door open. So I got pushed back and lay on the floor ready to surrender in case, it was one of my big boys in town. The last thing I saw when i turned to look at whoever had pushed the door, was a man holding a G3 riffle on one hand and on the other, a batch that read CIA. The next thing, I was feeling dizzy. I think someone knocked me conscious from behind.

  On May tenth 2005, I was found guilty in possession of two kilos weed, cocaine and heroin. Therefore, sentenced to three years in prison with tough labor. Which came as a surprise to my family, especially my dad.

  Nonetheless, for the next three years I was the talk of the town. In fact, all of Brixton County. I was only a twenty one year old boy, an age which didn’t count at the time. I remember Dad was there to hear the ruling. I didn’t pay much attention to the crap they talked about, all I felt was sorry for him.

  Perhaps by adopting me, he had made one hell of a mistake. Well, I hoped someday he would have to forget he had a son named Adam and just move on. Which I still doubt if possible. But at the time, I felt it worth for the old man.

  More than once, I have heard people tell a story about a frog and a scorpion. Especially, in here in code seven. You wanna know how it ends? The scorpion still bites the frog, even after much conviction to help him cross the river. When th
e frog questions why? The scorpion answers it’s my nature to sting.

  This is what I keep thinking every day, destiny is a matter of choice not fate. Why? Because despite our nature there always are decisions involved on every move. Furthermore, they can change our future for the better or for worse. Hey, I dint tell you that that the scorpion drowned right? Guess what happened next.

  If you don’t believe me, am gonna ask for an opinion from my second in command. I hope he will be back soon though. He thinks, there is nothing more to do in here. Unless, you wanna play mind games with the guards, which often doesn’t end well. For now, I can hear footsteps nearing my cell. So let me prepare my ass for some daily meds. Suppose by now you know am sick.

  Chapter four

  That was the first time behind bars. I can’t say, I got to survive without challenges inside Bakar prison. Which is situated south close to the Mexican border. The first six months had been terrible for me. Especially, when it came to socializing and defending myself from some brutal inmates.

  Bakar anyway, was far much better if had known others likes of Alcatraz and Code Seven existed. Some of the common stuff I went through, was being so young among old and ruthless killers. Likes of Bradly, extremely tough for guys like me.