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Pastor Sam Evans and Babydoll Jones-Evans

They met when he wandered into her place of business after serving prison time for accessory to murder. He was a few days free, but without anywhere to go, covered in hate tats and wearied by his past and this new present that he was trying to become a part of and do right within.

She was the first person (and in a lot of ways, at least at first, the only person) to give him a chance to be better and do better. At first, she just stepped in to help a fellow neighbor in need, as a good Christian girl, she felt obligated to be that person. It didn’t take long before this born-again vagabond took her heart and ran with it towards the future.

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Do You See What Eye See || Chapter 13

The Redheads

Terri frowned when she saw him approaching, but she continued on with what she was doing like she didn’t even see him. He passed by her and went inside of the building. She gave the cheerleaders a break and followed him inside, “Can I help you?” She asked.

Max chuckled and went to shut the door. “Nobody’s around.”

She folded her arms and lifted an eyebrow, “You are.” He chuckled again and she sighed and sat down on her desk. “Let me guess, you’re here about Cheri. I haven’t seen her in days. She forfeit, or did you do something to the little bitch?”

“Why would you presume that I did something to her? She ran off the road. I rescued her and put her in a safe place,” he said and sat next to her on the desk. She moved over. “A shame that you haven’t even bothered to ask me how Rose is.”

She scoffed and glared at him. “A shame that you would even say her name to me.”

“You’re an unfit mother. You were going to raise her with Schuester’s dirtblood having ass. You let your own flesh and blood follow him, knowing what he was. Kyle is in prison. Joshua is dead… Part of that is on you, niggerlover.”

“Oh, please! Will did a lot for the movement and when we found out about his heritage, he was devastated. What was he supposed to do? The only thing that made sense was for him to continue in his noble work and I was right there to make sure that the mission never failed… not for him. Why do you think he didn’t father Rose?” Max rolled his eyes. Terri looked forward and her lip trembled, “You could at least let me see a photo of her.”

“I could, but why would I?” Max asked. He got up and said, “Stevie Evans is going to be out, soon. After I tie up some things with him, I’ll be moving along and getting set up with the Saunders in Tennessee. Maybe, we’ll swing by and see you before we go.” She fought off tears. “You didn’t deserve to raise a child. You married wrong. You failed as an aunt and a sister. My mother might forgive you, but I don’t. My entire family has been ripped apart because of your mistakes. Rose doesn’t need that kind of failure in her life.” Max left the school, glancing at the cheerleaders, as he did. He had plans.

Matt organized all of his notes and collaborated with his team. Maybe a different approach was needed with Mrs. Robinson. Somebody not really involved with the Evanses...

Jacob furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "What is it that you think that I can do? Cheri's a minor & her mom had her committed. It sucks, but I can't change it."

Now, Matt folded his arms and shook his head, "So, not even an attempt, then." He pointed at the younger male and shook his finger, "You claimed to want to know the truth & avenge your brother and seek justice... I think it was just a lie. I think you just want to live in misery."

Jake scoffed, "That's not true."

"My family was killed & I stopped at nothing for justice. Nothing. Now, the people who have Cheri in their clutches are the same people or at least the same sort that murdered your brother. You can live with giving up on your friend while she's stuck at their mercy?" Now, Matt scoffed. "And I almost gave you what i had on Jesse St. James murder conspiracy. It looks like I chose the right allies."

Jacob nodded, "I'm in." Matt handed him a file. "Study this. What to say, what not to say and memorize the scenarios. The Robinsons will be suspicious of anybody inquiring about their daughter. You're there as a friend and you hate the Evans family. Not much of a stretch."

As Jacob went to sit down with Matt's notes, Aphasia moved close to him. "You aren't really going to betray Sam?" She asked Matt.

"Betray? Phai... Sam Evans would have been swept aside if it weren't for you. But, even though he's a liar, he's an ally in a war that's not over."

She glared, "Are you seriously still mad about Matt in the book?"

He rolled his eyes. "I have never cared about what anybody thinks of me and I won't start now. You deserved a better friend. You risked a lot for that guy. They painted you as some kind of hysterical trigger happy hoodrat, softened only by the white boy's attentions."

"Stop being crude. I don't care about that stupid ass book, either.o Nor do I care about that light skin girl cast as me for the show. Sam has been there for me every since he contacted me for forgiveness."

"Right. Which is why I credit you for me letting him make it..." Aphasia threw her hands up and stormed off. "Phai... Girl, I wish the hell we would argue over Sam Evans."

"We aren't arguing, because we're done here." She snapped as she slammed the door. Jacob's wide eyes followed her until the door shut, then he gave Matt a sympathetic look and returned to his review.

Hours later when Aphasia returned to the temporary headquarters, Jacob approached her, “Hey… I have a few questions for you, if you’ve got time.” She glanced at Matt, on a call on his hands free about a situation with one of his other sites and nodded her head. “Ok, good. So, I was wondering if you knew my brother.”

“Oh, those kinds of questions. I really didn’t, Jake. So, I’m sorry, I probably can’t help you,” she said.

“I was just wondering, because I’ve read certain accounts of all of the information from when everything was happening, and there’s a bit of consistency in the parts about you watching Jesse St. James, kind of obsessively.”

“He attacked me and I just wanted justice,” she said.

“I understand that. I just want justice too. I was hoping that you might be able to possibly confirm for me if you ever, at any point in time in your quest for justice saw anything to indicate that my brother even knew Jesse St. James. I mean… I know its never been set in stone, but the general consensus is that he was killed by Noah. If Noah was going to possibly risk his future and undo all of the work that he did in recovery in order to try to save Giselle St. James, I’m thinking that you must have at least saw the two of them together, planning or just meeting up or… or… something that can give me peace of mind with this reputation that my dead brother has gained since the time of his murder.” The young man looked so sad. She remembered being his age. Knowing the truth only to have everyone else doubt her and challenge her to prove it. “I just want to know that I’m not crazy to think that maybe my brother was set up.”

“You’re not crazy,” she said with furrowed eyebrows and a sad curve of her lips formed, “But, there’s not anything that can really be done about it, at this time. Hopefully, someday in the future, some truth will be found, but I assure you. Right now, the best course of action is to just try to take care of the people who are still with us. I obsessed over my justice for a long time. So long that when St. James was killed, I felt like that was the ultimate justice. The guy who murdered your brother has been eliminated. Maybe you can find some kind of comfort in that and just.. help us to free your friend from an uncivilized and unjustified commitment into that institution.”

Jacob nodded his head, “Thanks for being honest with me.” She nodded and gave him a light punch to the shoulder. “One last question… do you think that the person who really killed Jesse St. James is in bed with us, in this particular quest?” She raised an eyebrow. There was knowledge in those dark eyes of hers, but instead of answering, she shrugged her shoulders. “I think it was Sam Evans,” he said. “Matt has eluded in the past that I might be right.”

“You aren’t going to touch Sam,” she said. It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t a warning. It was a fact. “Even if you somehow found something to corroborate that, look around. These resources are available to him, but his influence and his name stretches further than Rutherford’s stellar fixing services. He is a cultural icon and a celebrity heroic figure.”

“How did you feel when people said things like that about Jesse St. James? Knowing what you knew about him, what did it mean to you that his family was involved in philanthropy efforts and multimillion dollar charity relief?”

“Didn’t matter,” she answered simply.

“Then you surely understand my stand,” he said.

“I do. And, I’m not telling you not to have it. I’m just telling you the truth. You can’t touch him, just like I couldn’t touch St. James. I was alone. I was constantly filled with rage and hatred and I failed every single time I made an attempt to get him. I didn’t want that life for myself and I don’t want it for you. I can’t make your choices, though. I can only tell you the reality about your choices. If you want to go after Sam, that’s up to you. I’d rather you work on yourself and become a full person who may someday hopefully find the truth out there.” She squeezed his shoulders. Was she biased? Sure. But, that didn’t make her words any less true. “Sam has done a lot of wrong. So did your brother from what I know. If your brother did kill Jesse St. James, he’s my hero. So… You know, do with everything that I said whatever you will.”

Matt hung up the phone and came over to the two of them. “Everything good?”

Aphasia nodded her head, “I think everything is.”

Jacob nodded, “Yeah, everything is.” He went back to studying.

Matt gave Aphasia a hug and she whispered, “He’s still on this thing about his brother VS Jesse St. James… I said some things, but I don’t know if I have the heart to…” She sighed and pulled back to look at him, “It was my idea. It was my footage and my prompting that marked that kid’s brother as a murderer. I should be ashamed of myself. I am ashamed of myself.”

“You did what we needed at the time to fix a much bigger problem. That boy can’t touch you,” he said.

“I feel like we’re becoming like the people that we work so hard and fight so hard to take down,” she said.

“The difference is that we do the things we do because they need to be done and sometimes, somewhat innocent people get caught in the crossfire. The ends justified the means. We took a huge chunk out of the white supremacy terrorist organization. I… I mean, however it sounds, don’t really care about Noah Puckerman’s reputation.”

“My conscious does,” she said.

“Well, smooth that shit out, because we still have work to do. Max Giardi is on the loose with a vendetta. Focus that negative energy into strength to take him down,” he said. She took a deep breath and nodded once. “We’re soldiers. This is war.” She nodded again. “That’s my lady.”

Fortunately, Cheri had listed the Evans family as Cowboy’s next of kin. Her parents were nowhere to be found on any paperwork, though Matt mentioned that they might file for custody in upcoming time. In the meantime, Stevie fussed with his tie until Stacie interfered, “Let. Me. Help.” she said and he dropped his hands and did so. “I’m so excited about you coming home. It’s, you know… bittersweet,” she said, tearfully. “What’s the first thing that you want to do?”

“Find Max,” he said.

“Sorry, Stevie. That was a practice question,” she told him.

“Oh… I want to spend time with my son with my first free breath, and to see him outside of the grounds of this institution,” he said.

“And with the time that you have, what types of steps will you take to ensure that nothing like this ever happens again in the future?” She asked, perfecting the dimple in his tie.

“I am never going to make the same mistake because I have been reformed. When I initially came into this place, I was troubled and I was a criminal. I did what I did as an act of retaliation, but I know that the person in me who would have reacted that way is gone. He was an unfortunate boy, brainwashed to think that his worth in comparison to others was something that it was not. Now I know that my insecurities had been manipulated and the hate that I mongered has been replaced with precious valuables that matter more than anything else in the world to me…”

“A family that has loved and supported me over the years, while I recovered, a son and his mother who I hold very dearly and will do anything to provide for and to protect. I realize that it’s possible that obstacles will arise that threaten to shake my new foundation, but my overall time in this place and prepared me to be the type of man who will handle each obstacle with humanity, in a legal and right manner,” he said, before the board. Each of them looked serious, but they seemed pleased with his answers.

“Congratulations, Mr. Evans… You will be going home,” the woman in the middle seat of three said. Stevie made prayer hands and nodded, thanking her silently, because sound couldn’t seem to come out of his mouth. His family was waiting and the absence of Cheerio made him incredibly sad, but he accepted Cowboy from Stacie’s hold and hugged Sam, Dwight, Mercedes and kissed Stacie on the forehead.

Mercedes and Stevie walked through the grocery store as he put things away from her list and she held the baby. Joe was helping him to find work through the community center resources, but at the moment, he was spending some time laying low and being with his son while Matt worked on the Cheerio thing. It helped him to know that she wasn’t dead, but she was definitely in danger and so far, they had not been able to be approved to visit her in any capacity. Just to know that she wasn’t harmed yet… well… he heard himself sniffle, so he knew when Mercedes paused that she did too. “Stevie?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said.

“I mean, you know… it’s okay if you aren’t. There’s nothing wrong with not being okay at a time like this. It’s already so hard to try to learn to be a part of a new society, after your release… then to already have a full plate of drama setting at the table for you and being expected not to pick over it, even though you didn;t ask for any of it…”

“Did you come to the grocery store hungry? Because, you aren’t supposed to do that,” he joked, trying to change the subject.

“I… actually think that that’s a sighted person problem. Like, from my understanding, you guys see things that you don’t need and suddenly want them, because the association of your hunger and the thoughts that seeing things brings up. I’ve come to the grocery store hungry plenty of times and still only went for whatever was on my list,” she teased, not returning to the previous subject, for his sake.

“We’re horrible, the sighted. The things that we let affect our minds and hearts based solely upon what we see. Buying stuff we don’t need, because we saw it. Judging books by the covers,” he said.

“I have heard that so many times. No earthly idea what it means. My books work a little bit different than your guys’ books,” she told him.

“You do a lot of Bible reading… how… how does that work out, because, I don’t know if you’ve ever held a Bible in your hands, but they use these super thin pages, because there’s so much stuff in the book…”

“Volumes. I have to read my Bible in volumes. Mine is 20 volumes long and requires 76 inches of shelf space,” she told him.

“Wow. Mine fits in a drawer,” he commented. She fought a smile and he asked, “What?”

“I didn’t know that you were reading one,” she said.

“You bought it for me. It would have been rude to just throw it out. I threw it in a drawer, instead,” he said. Cowboy seemed restless and he shuffled him about, trying to hold on to him without him leaping out of his arms. Mercedes had started to say something about not forcing him to read it but assuring him that it could be helpful for him, as it was for her, but Stevie was distracted by someone approaching. She became silent after a while, sensing someone else there with them and heard an unfamiliar voice.

“Hey, Cowboy!” the man said.

Stevie was frozen in place and Mercedes wondered, “Who is that?”

The voice asked, “Think we could talk for a moment? You can leave him here with her. It won’t take very long, but I think we should talk, and I think you should agree,” the man said.

“Stevie?” Mercedes called.

“Hold… hold Cowboy for me, okay?” He asked, handing her the baby.

“Stevie, who is here?” She wondered, accepting the baby fearfully. “Whose voice is that?” She was panicking.

“The name’s Max,” he said. She gasped. “Don’t worry. Stevie will be back in just a moment.”

“Stevie, don’t,” Mercedes said and grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Don’t go with him.”

“Just stay here,” Stevie said. HE pried her fingers off of his shirt and reminded her, “He has access to Cheerio!” He jerked free and she sighed and reached for her phone as the two went walking. Stevie kept an eye on her, to make sure nobody did anything to her while they weren’t around. “I’m not letting her out of my sight,” he said.

“Fair enough, but I need more distance. I don’t know how good her ears are,” Max told him. “I was just wondering if you thought about what I said last time. About your selection.”

“I have thought about it,” Stevie said. “I think that it doesn’t matter what I say. You’ve got your plan, already and I’m sure that it is in motion. I know that you want me to see whatever it is that you plan to do to me. I… I’m ready. Leave Cowboy with Mercedes and take me wherever you’re taking me.”

Max laughed, “I’m sorry, you think that I’m on your schedule. No, it doesn’t work like that. I was just wondering if you by chance wanted to be able to go visit your friend, while she’s still alive? I think you should see the amount of care that I’ve taken of her.”

Stevie frowned, fearing the worse. There was no telling what condition Cheri was in. “Okay.”

“Okay. Well, I will pick you up outside of the community center at Midnight. You tell them, you will regret it.”

“Midnight?”

“Yes. I have to pick up my cousin from daycare and I have some errands to run and need to situate her with a babysitter. What, you thought that I didn’t have a life outside of what’s happening between us? Midnight. Come alone, whatever it takes,” he said and quickly left.

Stevie was shaking when he returned to Mercedes. “Stevie?” She called when she felt somebody approaching.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said. “We have a couple of other things on the list to get,” he said, not mentioning what had just happened. She opened her mouth, but he cut her off, “He’s playing with me. I just want to get this stuff and go back home, okay?”

“Okay. Sam is on his way,” she said.

“Mercedes…” He sounded really annoyed.

“A known terrorist who ran my sister-in-law off the road and wants to hurt you approached us!” She said. HE sighed, “We’ll get the other items and wait for Sam. Then, we’ll all go home and I will ask everyone not to bother you.” He threw the next few items into the cart and when they went to check out, was completely silent. Mercedes felt through her wallet for bills folded in different ways and coins then tucked the receipt into its spot before they headed for the door. Sam was already waiting for them and surveying the area for Max or any other suspiciousness.

“He must be watchin’ you. Otherwise, how’d he know that you’d be here?” Sam asked as they got into the truck.

“I don’t know,” Stevie mumbled and got in.

“What did he say?”

“I’m not… I just want to go home,” Stevie commented.

“Stevie, this is serious…” Sam started.

NOw, he snapped, “You think I don’t know that? I know this person, you don’t! It’s the mother of my child that he has!” He noticed Cowboy getting flustered and lowered his voice, “Just, leave me alone, please.”

“Sam, give him time with his thoughts,” Mercedes added, in a whisper. Sam wanted to argue, but Stevie was probably still volatile and he didn’t need to push anything with him.

He spent the time at home in his room, with Cowboy on his lap, talking to him and playing with him. Stevie skipped dinner to put the baby to bed and set the monitor in Stacie’s room before he slipped out for the night.

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