Criminal Class

[Ollie]

Chp. 4 The Plot Thickens


"Sounds like you had quite a good time last night then?" Gloria comment after I had explained how I had met Xavier the previous night and things had gotten off to a great start.



"What can I say, I think he's 'the one'," I smiled."Anyway, I'm going to go head out to the gym with Trisha-try and convince her to come over to the party later."
"Well okay, I'll go and get ready while you're out."



"So is he really that good?" Trisha pondered aloud.
"Are you kidding me?! He was so dreamy-much better than that crackpot Carlos," I answered.



"You sure you can't come to the party today to meet Xavier? I mean com'on, it's for my mother," I asked of Trisha, punching a bag.
"I would love to, but you know I have to drive out of town-I have that big gig tonight in Frodo Valley," Trish replied. "Anyway, I really should get going now-pack my bags, shower get changed and go. Sorry."


"Alright, bye."

A fair few hours passed and we were ready for the black and white bash I had planned for my mother in celebration of her life-it had only been a month or so ago that we had been informed that Gloria had a life threatening cancer, with mom refusing treatment she always said, "If god thinks it's my time to go, then it's my time to go."





It wasn't long before the gracious guests began to arrive.



While attempting to mix a few drinks a rude racist came up to me and began insulting me, but I took his comments with little offence.



Mom on the inside appeared to be having a good time, chatting with a few fellow friends.



It wasn't long before Xavier and I hit it off, he was a great guy, shooing off my attacker.



He was the best, a classic, he pulled out a red rose from his back and gifted it to me.



I continued to embrace and hug him, he was just too perfect.



A first kiss then ensued.



Of course one thing lead to another then...



It was a great day for me, but after the party I watched as my mother seemed to become less and less happy-she was slowly turning into a state of depression.



I felt I had no choice but to confront her.
"Mom, what's up?" I began to ponder.
"oh nothing, don't worry hun," she was quick to reply.
"Mom, I know something's up, what is it?"



"Fine, fine, I've just been thinking recently..."



"Thinking about what?"



"Your brother-I miss him," Mom explained. "He seemingly just disappeared from the face of the Earth-I just want to hear from him again-"



"Mom, you know he didn't just 'disappear', he ran away, he doesn't care about us anymore-that was years ago-he's gone, just like dad," I interrupted.
"It's not about that-he's my son-I just want to hear from him-I want to help him-I want to understand him," Mom struck me.



"I'll see if I can do anything about it," I smiled. "Anything else on your mind."



"Please just take things slow with Xavier-don't mess it up," Gloria gave her usual words of wisdom. "One second you think you have them, the next they're gone. Take it seriously."
"Okay Mom."



Morning rose in Willow Creek.
I was awoken by the rumble of a car pulling up outside the house.



"Hello, I was wondering if Jennifer Sanders is around?" A mysterious woman inquired.
"Yes actually, she's inside-watch out though, she isn't quite an early bird."
"Thank-you."