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Accidental Robbery
Rockstar
Red Riding Hood
Puss in Boots
Powered Steve
Snippet
From Rockstar
“Hey, dingus,” Robin said gently. “That really can’t be comfortable.”
Steve looked up at her and blinked. Then he rose unsteadily to his feet. She helped him over to the smoker’s bench and sat him down. She tugged his pack of cigarettes out of his pants pockets as well as his lighter and lit him a cigarette.
He took it from her with a huff. “I didn’t know you could do that. I thought you didn’t like me smoking.”
“Steve, my parents are hippies,” Robin said shaking her head. “I’ve smoked weed for years. I just hate the smell of cigarette smoke.” Steve blinked at her for a moment.
“Right,” he said with a huff of laughter.
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“And since they couldn’t keep me sedated at the hospital,” Steve said, pained, “so they decided to what create this plan were I accidentally do something illegal and put in prison for a few years?”
“Steve...” Eddie said and closed his eyes. They fluttered open. “You know that you aren’t going to prison.”
“Yeah,” he said dryly. “I know. But I’m being unrealistically optimistic.”
Dustin and Vince shared a grimace, then Dustin nodded.
“Because I wanted to do the right thing,” Steve murmured. “Because it was time sensitive and if they didn’t all sign by that Monday they would lose their chance at a record deal. And sure, my dad would have gotten him off eventually without me coming forward, it wouldn’t have been in time.”
Robin took his hand in hers. “That was really brave you, Steve. You could have gone to jail too.”
He shook his head. “I was still underage, but Eddie wasn’t. They were only picking on him because he was poor and had repeated his senior year. Once they knew it was me, suddenly it wasn’t that important to press charges.”
Wayne huffed out a small laugh. “There is that, yes. You were always meant for grander things, Ed. I’m just sorry, your mother will never see it.”
“Thank you.”
Uncle Teddy and his family gave no condolences and Eddie didn’t want any. They had been acting so cold to him the entire funeral and interment that he decided he didn’t want anything to do with them.
They all lined up and threw a handful of dirt on her coffin and they all left, leaving Eddie alone with the priest.
“Yes, ma’am,” Steve said, clambering up onto one of the barstools to watch her. “Nick had an appointment and Tommy’s mom had to go and pick up his older brother from soccer practice.”
“Sounds like a lot,” she murmured and scraped the diced carrots into the pot.
“Wha’cha making?” he asked, leaning forward to try and get a better look into the pot.
“I’m making a beef stew,” Mrs. Jensen said with a smile. “I understand it’s your favorite.”
Steve nodded along. For him, this was his first nanny. His mom used to take care of him before she got sick.
He smiled when he felt that warmth of approval come back to him in waves from the two other boys.
They returned to playing kickball until Nick and Tommy had to go home. He wandered into the new house, past the large living room and cavernous dining room to where Mrs. Jensen was in the kitchen cooking dinner.
“Did your little friends go home?” she asked as she cut up carrots.
Eddie let out a shuddering breath. “Thanks, Uncle Wayne. I miss her so much more every day.”
“I know you do, Ed,” Wayne muttered. “I wish I could take you in, but I’ll be busy for next couple of years, wresting control from the men who had nearly run the mill into the ground.”
Eddie nodded. “I know and I wouldn’t want to be under foot anyway. Running a mill is not how I want to spend the rest of my life.”
Steve looked around for a moment and then lowered his head to whisper. “We went to high school together and they blamed Eddie for something I did.”
All three of his friends’ heads snapped his direction. He ducked his head in shame. “It’s true. It was bad, but like he said, it wasn’t something bad bad. But it was bad enough he could have gone to jail instead of becoming a rockstar.”
“Steve...” Vince said pained, “I’m going to say something absolutely crappy right now, but believe it’s not from a place of judgment on you it’s jus–”
Steve raised his head. “Why did I speak up when my dad could have sweep it all under the rug? Maybe even got Eddie off without involving me at all.”
Steve looked back up at Eddie. “What did I do that made whoever do this so angry that they would do this to me?”
Eddie cupped his cheek. “I’m not sure you did anything at all, and I don’t think they’re angry. This is too calculated for angry. I think you were in the wrong place at the wrong time and I’m so sorry.”
“Why do you believe me?”
Eddie tilted his head to the side as he thought about it. He licked his lips and then grimaced. “Because I’ve seen killers, Steve. I’ve see how that looks on a person. Even one who just snapped and killed. You don’t have that weighing on your soul. And I think that’s why they had to let you out. You were too sane to be crazy.”
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Snippet
Mrs. Jensen looked over at Richard, who nodded. “Yes, that will be fine. Dinner is at five though and I’ll want you inside and washed up when I call you, understand?”
Steve nodded and then went back to go play with his new friends.
“New nanny, huh?” Nick said, shaking his head. “Those are always rough because they always start out so strict and it takes so long to break them in to allow you to do the fun stuff.”
“My mom has been asking for a nanny for years!” Tommy said. “But my dad insists she doesn’t need the help because she’s a stay at home mom.”
Dustin in Boots, as Eddie had started calling him in his head, would leave every night at dusk and come back every morning at a dawn. Then he would sleep during the day.
In between all this, Eddie got the money from the sale of his mother’s property and went to her funeral. People had come out far and wide to pay their respects. Even his uncles were there.
Teddy and his family stood off to the side as if the very roof they lived under wasn’t because this great lady died. But Wayne had his arm over Eddie’s shoulder as they both cried, watching Elizabeth be lowered into the ground next to Alan.
Steve munched dully on his hamburger as Vince and Dustin chatted happily about the new album.
“The best single is obviously ‘Straight up!’,” Dustin said. “Because no one is going to deny that the best song of the album is ‘track seven’!”
Vince snorted. “There is no way that ‘Straight Up’ is the best single! ‘Downturn Wind’ is far superior! ‘Straight Up’ is so basic I could write it! But ‘Downturn Wind’ has a haunting quality that just soothes the soul!”
Robin looked around the very empty diner and then turned to Steve. “You want to tell us about how you are ‘track seven’ because holy shit, dude, that’s out of this world.”
There was a cute little robot that delivered Steve some clothes and their water and pizzas. They then used the same robot to send out the clothes Steve had been wearing along with the gun and wallet with the blood on it. Steve had taken everything else out of it.
When he pulled out his ID he snorted. “God that was a fucking lucky break. This thing expires in a month. I’d hate like hell to see what would have happened if it had expired.”
Eddie blinked at him for a moment. “I’m not sure that’s a coincidence, sweetheart.”
