Jake with a limp- A continuing work by nostalgiascape

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Post by Nostalgiascape » Sat Apr 21, 2007 4:05 pm

As Jacob counted the balance of his money, which he didn't deposit, he occasionally looked outside. Eventually Jacob just inhaled and exited the bank. After Jacob walked out, Bob stood up to look outside.

"I'll think I'll treat myself to a plate of Hunan Beef at Chens." Jacob said to himself with a smile.

"You talk to yourself <I have a poor vocabulary>?" He heard Kenny shout from behind him. Jacob was able to tell that Kenny was about 15 feet behind him and coming up on him fast. Jacob tried to quickly turn around but his bad leg prevented any expediency. By the time Jacob was totally turned around, he caught a fist square to his mouth. The pain was sharp and intense. He could feel some teeth moving around on his tongue and his mouth was filling up with blood. But despite the devastating punch, Jacob did not fall to the ground.

"How does that taste gimp? You so smart now? How smart are you now, you sad piece of <deleted>?"

Jacob stood there as he stared at Kenny. Blood was running out of his mouth.

"From now on, when you see me in town, you run." Kenny stated.

"No Kenny." Jacob said after spitting out a mouthful of blood. "From now on when you see me...YOU run." Jacob said very clearly and seriously.

"You kidding me?" Kenny replied.

Suddenly Kenny caught a punch to his windpipe, which immediately choked him up. The next thing Kenny knew Jacob was picking him up over his head. Jacob threw Kenny ten feet into the brick wall next to the bank teller windows. Everyone inside the bank and all the witnesses near bye stood in shock. Kenny simply lay on the ground yelling in serious pain, and coughing because the air path in his throat was still partially closed.

Almost instantly two Temperance police vehicles pulled into the parking lot with sirens screaming and lights flashing.
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Post by deadbride » Sat Apr 21, 2007 5:07 pm

:shock: Ouch! Serious Ouch! :shock:
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Post by Nostalgiascape » Sun Apr 22, 2007 1:45 am

Jacob stood still as both police vehicles doors opened. From one stood a tall skinny man with short blonde hair and a mustache. From the other a shorter more stocky man with graying hair and a full beard. They were Deputy Colin Smith and Sherrif Cal Garner.

"Should we take them in Sherrif? It looks they're done and both hurtin pretty bad." Said Deputy Smith.

"Nah, that won't be necessary. You see if Alvarez needs an ambulance, i'll take Jacob to Doc Reiners to get his mouth looked at." Sherrif Garner replied.

"On it." Replied the deputy.

"Son, get in the car. We're going to get you looked at and then we need to talk, alright?" The Sherrif asked Jacob.

"Yes Sir." Jacob politely replied.
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Post by geekmidwinter » Sun Apr 22, 2007 10:23 am

Wow. Just wow. That was great. You made me hate Kenny Alvarez and want to protect Jacob, and crave Hunan beef. Brilliant.
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Post by deadbride » Sun Apr 22, 2007 1:52 pm

Next Episode!
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Post by Nostalgiascape » Sun Apr 22, 2007 3:29 pm

Next episode soon.
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Post by deadbride » Sun Apr 22, 2007 6:11 pm

Thank you. You are a wonderful writer. You are keeping me in suspense. Thank you again for this. It is nice to have a different venue to read from. Write when you can, it is much appreciated! :wink:
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Post by Nostalgiascape » Mon Apr 23, 2007 1:50 am

That afternoon Jacob went to the doctor with Sherrif Garner as an escort. Despite losing three teeth, he only needed a total of five stitches. This meant that he would be on soft non salty foods until his interior mouth healed up. After they left the doctors office, Sherrif Garner pulled into the Tastee Freeze drive thru and bought Jacob a shake. Sherrif Garner always liked Jacob. The scene at the bank didn't change that and neither did knowing that Jacob could be dangerous if he wanted to be. Sherrif Garner was a good judge of character. In his line of duty he had to be. From the moment he met Jacob seven years prior, he could tell he was a straight forward, honest, and moral man. That is why the Sherrif wanted to protect Jacob. He knew Kenny Alvarez had shady friends. And Kenny being a bully and a coward, would likely call in a favor the first chance he could get.

The Sherrif drove Jacob out to his home. He had never been there. No one had. But since the Sherrif had helped Jacob that day, Jacob couldn't be rude. Jacob walked up to the door and Sherrif Garner felt a slight bit curious. He never played into all the gossip and speculation about Jakes home, but still, he would be the first one to ever see the inside of it.
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Post by Nostalgiascape » Mon Apr 23, 2007 3:37 am

After the Sherrif walked into Jacobs house, even he was pleasantly surprised. The house was neat and clean. It was painted with a medium sky blue color with oak trim and base boards. There was an oak coffee table and two oak end tables. There were artificial flowers in white vases. There were pictures all long the walls. Sherrif Garner saw that most of them held the image of a beautiful blonde haired woman with deep brown passionate eyes. Sherrif Garners heart sank as he put together the pieces. Jacobs house was designed by a woman. There was a beautiful woman in most of the pictures on the wall. Then he saw it. The picture of Jacob holding the golden haired angel, both with triumphant smiles. This woman was no longer with Jacob. This woman was gone and Jacob was alone. Sherrif Garner looked over to Jacob as he hobbled into his kitchen. The Sherrif found himself looking upon a sad sight, and his eyes bagan to water a little bit. He gathered himself just as Jacob asked the man if he would like coffee or something esle to drink.

"Uh..yeah Jacob....if you have it, maybe a glass of juice?" Sherrif Garner replied still looking onto the walls.

"Apple or orange?" Jacob asked from the other room. Sherrif Garner did not reply. He didn't even hear him. The Sherrif was startled by a single portrait. Right before him was a portrait of Jacob Walther, the man most called Jake with a limp, wearing a police uniform.

"Sherrif? Apple or orange?" He heard again from the other room.

"uh.......apple......apple will do nicely Jacob." Under his breath Sherrif Garner said to himself. "i'll be damned"
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Post by Nostalgiascape » Mon Apr 23, 2007 4:11 am

The Sherrif walked into Jacobs kitchen as he was pouring apple juice into a medium sized glass.

"Jacob, you know you got trouble with Kenny now right?" Asked Garner.

"Yup, I imagine I do." Jacob replied.

"And that's not good." Garner added.

"Nope, not good." Jacob replied.

"You know I have your back, but get ready for a fight." Garner continued.

"I will be ready sir." Jacob replied. "Here's the juice." Jacob said giving it to Sherrif Garner.

"Folks in town looked at me like I was a monster." Jacob said.

"Hell, if a dog from another town pissed in one of their rose gardens, folks in town would faint. Don't take them personally. They just don't know you." Garner replied.

"But I aint a stranger really, I mean am I? Been here seven years." Jacob asked

Sherrif Garner paused for a moment, trying to carefully choose his next words.

"Jacob.....how come you don't let people get to know you?" Garner asked carefully.

Jacob sat there looking down at his hands. For Sherrif Garner it was a long uncomfortable pause.
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Post by Nostalgiascape » Mon Apr 23, 2007 4:35 am

Jacob tried to look at Garner but his eyes welled up. He was always raised that a man didn't have the luxury of expressing grief, that a man kept his pain in. A man silently suffered and soldiered on.

"Jacob." Sherrif Garner said peacefully

"Son....I want you to know that if you ever have something that needs saying. Something that would eat you whole if you didn't, I will listen, and I'll never judge you."

By now Jacob had nearly fallen apart, he desperately stood up despite the shock of pain in his left leg that almost sent him crashing into the kitchen table. He kept his balance with feirce determination.

"I.....I need air. Let's talk out on the porch." Jacob told Sherrif Garner

"That sounds good to me." Sherrif Garner replied. Both men went out onto the concrete porch and sat down.

"It's painful Sherrif. Damn painful. If you want to hear what I have eating me, be prepared to see a grown man cry, cause I don't have much strength to tell it otherwise." Jacob said.

"Well now that's fine. No one else needs to know anything about this. I'm right here providing I don't get called to town." Garner replied.

"Eight years ago I lived in Glendale Arizona. And life was altogether different for me......" Jacob began.
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Post by deadbride » Mon Apr 23, 2007 12:27 pm

:( :( :( :cry: :cry: :cry: :shock: :shock: :shock: Where did you learn to write so well? Seriously? Wonderfully written and suspenseful. Thank you.
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Post by Nostalgiascape » Mon Apr 23, 2007 3:23 pm

I don't know. I try to write from the heart really. I thought about taking classes to learn how to write professionally.
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Post by MHooch » Tue Apr 24, 2007 1:46 am

OK, now I'm caught up. Wonderful story, wonderfully told. Please continue...

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Post by LawP » Tue Apr 24, 2007 12:53 pm

Nos: Great work! I'm looking forward to more of Jake. I hope Kenny slips into a coma and comes out of it months later with massive brain damage and he has to be put into a group home where his main job is emptying bed pans. :oops: Sorry...hate bullies. :lol:
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