Book 2 - Part 4: Binding Evil - Chapter One
Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible
New Living Testament, copyright ©1996, 2004
Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishing, Inc.
Quotations used by permission from Bartleby.com ©1993-2004
Foreword
For the most part, Montie, is nothing more than your average mid-size town, pleasing to the eye, a wonderful place to vacation, that is, if you have never been there before, you wouldn’t have a clue what has happened in the last year or so.
But more surprises await Baker, Ed, and the Twenty-Second.
The saga continues where Internet conversations become deadly. An unexpected windfall for Baker and Stevie. Stevie relearns how to walk, and he gets to meet his favorite writer under duress; and throw in a presidential assassination attempt in the mix. Mother Nature makes her presence known.
Of course, no day in Montie would be complete without Freddy somewhere in the shadows to make his presence unbearable.
Top it all off with a wedding, and ask yourself, “What could go wrong?”
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Excerpt
“What happened?”
“It’s no big deal, mom. It’s over.”
“It’s over when I say it’s over. Tell me what happened.”
“I got into a fight with a senior. He said some stuff to me, and honest, I didn’t say anything back, but he kept it up. Then he pushed me and wanted me to do his ‘thing,’ like he said my dad did to me and any other guys.
“I blew up, mom! I just started hitting him. He got me a couple times, but I made him take the words back.”
It never dawned on Baker that there might be haters in school. She reached out and pulled Stevie to her. Tears were falling on her shoulders.
“Mom, we knew dad was gay, but honest, he never did anything to me sexually, ever.”
“Stevie, honey, I know that. Mark was gay, true; but you were his son. I know now as I knew then, he would never try anything sexual with you.
“There are times where people have a desire, a real need to be cruel, but long as you and I know the truth; that’s all that matters.
“Let’s get you home and cleaned up. I’m cooking tonight.”
“What are we having?”
“Grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.”
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More is thy due than more than all can pay.
William Shakespeare (1564–1616) Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4.
The eye can never say to the hand, “I don’t need you.” The head can’t say to the feet, “I don’t need you.” 1 Corinthians 12:21
Death for those due, is all that is required. I think of it as a debt repaid. They bring pain, and I return the favor. If it means taking an eye or a foot, so be it. Me? I’m partial to the eyes. They see everything one last time before death.”
Freddy
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Prelude
On Chatterbox.com, for $50.00 a month, you can have your own private space to communicate privately with one person about anything, with no worries about any information being sent or received, or any messages being accessed by anyone other than you. No worries about being hacked by an outside source. The cost was well worth the information one could store there; be it family photos, pictures of where you went or what you did; to videos of dope parties or perhaps the wild sex you had.
Chatterbox.com also had more firewalls to block out anyone from accessing any data sent between two people. And the website guaranteed total and absolute privacy; to where they would never discuss or divulge any of your information to outside sources; unless you were or were about to commit an act of terrorism. Beyond that, if you robbed or killed someone, the website could care less.
With over seventy-five million paying members worldwide, they could easily afford to give each person the best privacy available.
But let’s quickly visit on a few conversation going on now.
blueyedbaby6: how’s it goin
ridinthewaves: I’m fine. u
blueyedbaby6: bored out of my effing mind
ridinthewaves: lol! we all get that way at times
blueyedbaby6: we still hooking up at the beach
kiakat: hi mason. I finished the graphics.
mason: great! They’re scanned and ready 2 send.
kiakat: Yes. And they are my best work.
mason: U always do excellent work.
kiakat: u r 2 kind to me.
mason: I might fly to Helsinki and buy u a drink
kiakat: that would be nice. A long way for a drink
mason: u r worth it.
Then there was this one.
downmythroat: make me do it! Force me
bigasscock4u: do it you cock sucking bitch! I’m gonna shove the whole thing down your throat. Open that mouth wider!
downmythroat: mmm … YES! DO IT! CUMM…
But as we move around, it is this conversation you will come back to more than once.
Missle01: I did mine last night. What about you
Missle02: I did but it took some time
Missle01: why
Missle02: not like u. this was my first time
Missle01: show me the target’s body
Missle02: hold on. need a second to pull it up
Missle01: how did you feel afterward
Missle02: scared at first. Afraid I’d mess up
(Pause)
Missle02: with my gun in hand, target in my sight
Missle01: it’s loading. We have 90 days left
Missle02: I felt calm and in control
Missle01: good. i still need you to practice more
Missle02: I know. I will
Missle01: ground zero 90 days to actual target
Missle02: I feel better than before. not as nervous
Missle01: only the careless are caught. don’t be one
Missle02: be one what
Missle01: one of the careless
Missle02: I won’t
Missle01: so far you haven’t been. Good thing
Missle02: ty
Missle01: yw. sending u next target. we are stepping it up a little. city official. Well-known and respected. do it within 4 days. nice pic btw, clean headshot. 4 a first timer, not bad.
Missle02: ty again. I will start on this when I log off
Missle02: Ur pic is sensational!!!
Missle01: fine. both targets are 2 go down precisely at the same time. This is how I want this to go. U will ….
Yes, chatterbox.com does have a wide array of customers; don’t you think?
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West Park Sport’s & Rehab Clinic
Wednesday – August 22nd – 2:45 p.m.
Stevie walked through the twin front doors that opened electronically. He was still adapting to his new artificial leg, which was one reason he was using crutches to brace himself until he was strong enough to do away with them.
The two hours of physical therapy were rough hours for him. Stevie was still trying to master a leg without flesh and blood, bone, and muscle. It was a big challenge for a fifteen-year-old boy, but he refused to give up. One day, his new leg would just be there, moving without pre-thought without worrying if he would walk five feet and fall.
He wasn’t going to let the accident get in the way of his future. Besides, he knew if he quit, he would be letting mom down, and tarnishing the memory of his father.
At his age, he couldn’t, and wouldn’t ever do that.
As he made his way to the sidewalk, he could see his mom’s car, with her behind the wheel waiting patiently.
In his first week of rehab, she would always be at the passenger’s side door; helping him in, making certain he was safe. Two weeks ago, he talked to her on the way home about that.
“Mom? Promise not to get mad if I tell you something?”
“I promise. Cross my heart, even. What’s up, bub?”
“I’ve been telling my therapist, Mrs. Peterson, some stuff. You know, like what I do at home, how I’m getting around and stuff.” He looked at her to get acknowledgement.
“Okay, and then,” Baker led for him.
“Well, I was telling her how you help me get around the house sometimes, and how you are always helping me get in and out of the car; and she said I need to start doing that on my own. And you know what, mom?”
“What, Stevie?” Though she believed she already knew.
“She’s right. It’s the only way to help myself get adjusted. So, I’m asking, short of me nose-diving headfirst on my face, or breaking an arm or leg; you have to start letting me get in and out of the car on my own.”
No fuss. No muss. No problem.
Focusing on the here and now, Stevie asked, “Anything exciting happen today?”
“I broke a nail.”
They both broke out laughing as she pulled into a Sonic and ordered a late lunch.
While munching on a foot-long, Baker couldn’t help but marvel over Stevie’s determination to bounce back from such a near-fatal travesty; and so recently; yet every day she watched his progress, and were it not for Mark, and his inbred hindsight; Stevie would probably still be one leg short today.
She thought back to that one day when the specialist, Dr. Marie Lambert, spoke to her in her office.