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“I’m sorry. I was going to tell you.”
“Really? When? After you left?”
“No, after I came back from Sacramento. They hurt my sister. They hurt you. I have to do something, Jelly Fish. I can’t watch things unfold from the sideline anymore.”
“And getting yourself killed is going to help us, how?”
“I won’t get killed.”
“You will be a soldier, asshole, and sometime soldiers die.”
“Not this one. There is too much at stake for me.”
“Was this Gabe’s idea? Because if it was, I’m going to break his leg.”
“It wasn’t. It was mine.” I gently cradled her in my arms, even though she struggled and hit my hard chest. When her body convulsed, I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.
“I can’t lose you, Egghead,” she cried.
“You’re not.” When she struggled, I grabbed the back of her head and tilted it back to make sure she looked at me for what would come next. “Listen to me. I will always come back to you, Jelly Fish. You and me, we’re it.”
“You have a strange way of showing it.”
“I’m doing this for you and for Elise. We need to stop them. No one is safe until we take them down. Least of all you. You know this, and so do I.” She cried even more at that.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to learn how to command an army.”
***
My flight to Sacramento went fine. I took a cab to my father’s office and was welcomed there by his secretary, who looked at me with big, round eyes.
“Eric?” the woman uttered, startled.
“Hi Cherise, I’d like to see my father.”
“He’s unavailable right now. You need to come back later.”
“So he can disappear on me again? I don’t think so.” I barged into my father’s office and came face-to-face with my progenitor as he was about to finish a sentence.
“Eric? What are you doing here? Is everything all right with your mother and sister?”
“No, it’s not. But you would know that if you answered any of my fucking calls.”
“This is not a good time, Son.”
You know what? Fuck him very much. If he wanted to throw, I’ll throw. “I’m not leaving, so make time.”
My father stared at me with irritation before turning to whoever he was videoconferencing.
“I apologize, Mr. Parkson, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to reschedule this meeting. My son is distraught, and I must speak with him.”
“Of course, just have your secretary call mine.”
“Thank you, I’ll do that,” he said just before he hung up.
“You better have a good reason for being here, Eric. That was a very important meeting.”
