Chapter Sixty-Two
Tristan’s POV:
3:45 AM.
“Who would call at this time?” I questioned finding it difficult to move from one side of the bed to the other where my phone was.
“This had better be worth my time,” I thought.
Had it not been that I saw Molly’s name flashed on my phone’s screen, I would have cursed the hell out of whoever it was that would not let me sleep. If only they knew how hard it was to sleep around here.
“Why do you have to call so early? Don’t you have something to do? Like sleep? Or hell, just snore?”
She was silent there for a minute, very unlike her, like something was wrong, “It is Drew, he’s been taken into custody with charges related to DUI.”
“What does that even mean?” I asked yawning as I was yet to awake fully from my slumber.
“I am not sure, but I think it is ‘Driving Under Influence’. It’s a pretty common thing around here, you know.”
That was one problem with Drew, he liked to try out a lot of things. We had all agreed to stay low as we did not want to get into any trouble we could not get out of. Why would he let himself be caught? Why would he think to drink and drive?
“Humans and their rules!” I said to myself, surprised.
Too many expectations and they wonder why they are so miserable. Everything had rules, you could not drive beyond a certain km, and you could drive and drink. What more?
“Maybe they could also tell us what to eat as well, huh?”
It was disappointing as well as tiring. The only thing so good about this place was its advancement in technology and maybe their food.
Not like I did not enjoy the food back home but there was just something about the food they ate here.
I remembered when we first got here. I had gone to a food restaurant and asked the waiter to give me their best dish.
I ate two full plates of it to the amazement of their staff and customers. I had come to learn later on, that even the way you ate had certain rules as well as expectations.
“I will get there as soon as I can when it is morning. Why did you not call me earlier?” I asked, fully awake now.
“Maybe you check your call logs and see that I have been calling you since last night.”
“Oh, you know how I do not like to hear my phone ring. It is always on vibration; I must have missed that.”
“You take care of yourself,” she said and did not wait for me to reply before she hung up.
“Hope this does not get too serious,” I prayed.
I thought about all that happened the day before, that guy who had come in to help the rival.
He seemed to have looked in my direction like he knew I was there like he wanted me to know. It was more than just a passing look; it was a threat.
The kind of look that told you to “stay away”. And I would have really, I really would have. But something beyond me keeps getting me to just want to follow her, it was my mission.
I had gone to the station and my God; humans take things too seriously. You could drink as much as you wanted back home, beat someone up, and still get away with it.
There were too many processes to go through just to bail Drew out. I had to fill out loads of forms asking about my residential address, phone number, relationship with Drew, and sorts.
I was finally able to get Drew out and he did not say as much as a “thank you”. I was tempted to tell the cops to put him back in there.
“I think you belong to those cells,” I said when he would not talk to me.
“Do you know how many times I called you last night? Yesterday, I felt alone. I had not felt like that in a very long time. For the first time in a while, I was scared. If your ass would have shown up yesterday, maybe some of this would not have happened,” he said to me angrily.
“Maybe if you would just be careful next time, you would not have your ass locked up in a cell meant for criminals. What was that? We had an agreement to try to live normal lives and not get in trouble and you choose to get into trouble. Now Drew, tell me, how is that my fault” I was vexed too because I had been robbed of my sleep.
Since the call, I have been unable to get back to sleep. Imagine how difficult it was for me to get a peaceful sleep and Drew had decided to ruin it for me.
“Sorry man,” he finally said after a few minutes of silence had passed between us.
“I was just excited, you know. For once, I did something for me,” he added.
“There is no problem. You are my brother; I would do anything for you man. Just stay low and keep your head down,” I said to him.
“I apologize for talking in that manner for you, it’s just things you know. I have been thinking too much lately.”
“You are too young to be thinking too much,” and we laughed it off. I dropped him at home and called Molly.
It was not a day yet and I feel like I have done a ton of work already.
Drew’s POV:
Ten years here and it still feels like yesterday. I loved the free girls and booze; I enjoyed every bit of it.
Partly because of this, I was glad our mission had failed as I got the chance to remain here.
There was no such freedom for me back in the slum, as all I had to do was work, work, work, and work. If I was not doing that, I was out carrying out assignments or fighting wars for Mr. Harrington.