After I thought about it, I realized my desire to go back and add to this story is just me not wanted to end this story. Below is the epilogue that ends the story and sets up the next part. There are events mentioned in this part that I will go into greater detail with on the next story sometime in November or December depending on just how long it takes to clean up my half-finished stories. That includes The Scarlet Knight and Wendy’s War (which I just forgot all about). Below is what could be considered the final form of this book. In about a month I will take this story and try and sell it on Amazon, but I haven’t had that much luck with past stories (but given how many mistakes that were left in my work, not selling any books isn’t that bad a thing).
I will recycle parts of this for the daily message later.
Jenny opened a suitcase and started to pack for a trip back to Ohio. She still felt like it was home even after living in Ontario for the last six months. This wasn’t a trip she wanted to make. Janice told her she was closing the office and she would never go back to the job. After losing her job and means of support, Jenny decided to move in with Tasha. She moved to Canada, and in her six months, she was able to find work as an actor as well as realize she was happy with Tasha. But none of that mattered right then. Sean died after a quick battle with cancer, and she was packing for the trip to go back for his funeral. While there she would see the man that kidnapped her when she was a child. He was just denied his last appeal and was going to be executed by lethal injection in six months. She wasn’t sure she would try and see Janice. She had said some things that couldn’t be forgiven even after what happened. She felt that this might be her last trip back to Ohio and her life left behind.
On the table was a plea agreement for the assault of a federal agent. Bill’s lawyer told him not to sign, “the officers that where there are willing to say he was in the wrong and a couple are willing to say he struck first…... just like Han.” Bill shook his head saying, “they say it won’t affect my ability to keep the bar and it will put an end to all this nonsense.” He then tilted his head and asked, “doesn’t that make me Greedo?” His lawyer said, “no, what is making you this stupid for thinking about signing this piece of crap. This is designed to keep you from suing them.” Bill signed the paper then he told his lawyer to hold on to it for a while and see what they say. The Lawyer asked, “do you want to sue over their handling of the whole Ava thing?” Bill left the lawyer’s office and drove home. The outside mural was finished, but the inside was and would be unfinished. Sean’s funeral was going to be in a couple of days, and he told Jenny she could stay at the house, so he prepared a spare room for her. On the way to the room, he walked into what was supposed to be the baby’s room. The room was all unfinished white walls and bare light bulbs. Bill turned off the light and locked the door.
The curtains swayed in the breeze of a cold February morning. After watching her sit next to an open window all during that winter, Janice’s neighbors stopped asking if there was something wrong with her. She sat staring out into the fall chill than the winter snow quietly contemplating something off in the distance with a glass of whiskey in one hand and the bottle in the other. None of them knew her or knew that the cold and whiskey helped her ignore the people in the room. She closed her office and fired Jenny. She broke it off with Bill and moved out to this small motel room in the middle of nowhere in Green township. She told him then she would never be alone she just won’t ever be with him. The two-year-old Brandon was in his fifteenth hours of nothing but screaming. Ava was sitting in a chair with the one-year-old Brandon reading him the Stephen King book The Shinning. The twelve-year-old Brandon was staring into a mirror messing with his hair. Worst of all Bill and Jenny were I her bed on their third day of making love. She knew that the real Bill thought of Jenny as a daughter but that didn’t stop this version of Bill and Jenny from screwing in front of her and the many ages of Brandon.
Six months later……
Janice stood up and said, “hello my name is Janice, and I’m an alcoholic.” Everyone in the circle said hello to her. She said, “it’s been about two weeks since my last drink, and I didn’t think I was going to make it without the booze this long. I found every excuse to explain my drinking, but I knew it was all crap. Everyone goes through problems, everyone has their issues. It's how you deal with them that defines you, but that’s just crap, and I really want a drink, but I won’t. I go one day at a time and try to find some sort of balance in this strange story that is my life.”
Bill tries to make sense of the events in the room while the doctor’s try and save Janice. The mysterious group behind Ava try to use their program to game the market.
I hope to have the epilogue done by tonight and spend Saturday polishing this up and having a finished copy by late Saturday or Sunday.
They put Janice in the back of Sean’s old van, and she got a six police car escort to Akron City Hospital. There they took her into surgery with more than one doctor saying how it didn’t look promising, but they would do their best to save her. Bill raced through what he saw in the room. Ava standing in front of Janice with blood on her hand laughing. Blood on the floor and table. All the blood on Janice. He wondered just how could so much blood come from one person. A doctor came out and told him something about puncturing and tearing. Bill felt like he was on the outside of himself watching everything as it unfolded. He could see the doctors coming out and saying she didn’t make it just like he could see them saying she survived. He heard the police in the room saying something about the shooting and how he shouldn’t worry. He woke up when a member of the summit county sheriff’s department told him to stand and put his hands on his head. Three of the officers from the bar stood in their way. The deputies said they were told to place him under arrest until this whole thing could be figured out. Sean and one of the officers tried to explain what was happening but it didn’t seem to matter. About the time they had the cuffs on him an FBI agent arrived and ordered them to stop. They had an order of protection for both Bill and Janice and were taking charge of the scene.
A story concludes with a tragedy that will have long-term effects for Janice and Bill.
Also, sorry about this part but this is where I saw the story going and had to go if book two is going to be what is going to be about.
Janice woke up to find herself in their old bedroom. It was early in the morning, and there was a light in the walk-in closet. She could see tile and a mirror. They had made plans to convert that second closet into a master bathroom, but like many of their plans, it never happened. The light turned off, and Bill came out in what Janice called his teacher’s uniform a white button-down shirt, charcoal slacks, a thin black tie and black Converse high-tops. He walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead. He asked, “are you feeling better?” Janice didn’t know what he was talking about. Bill said, “I’ll take hair boy to school you just stay right here and get better.” He kissed her on the lips and left the room. Janice got up and went down the stairs into the kitchen. Sitting at the counter with his back to her was a young man of maybe fifteen or sixteen. His hair had this shape to it that looked like he spent hours trying to make it look like he did nothing to it. A sort of controlled chaos.
Bill meets with the principal and she resolves his work-related problem while Janice comes to the conclusion that she is ready to let the visions of Brandon go.
Janice got out of her car and looked down at herself. She felt like one of the Goodyear blimps that would fly over occasionally. More than one person asked if she was having triplets or a litter. She waddled her way to the stairs to her office only to find three times as many stairs as before. With every step, a new stair was added increasing the trek. At the top of the steps was the nine-year-old Brandon yelling, “Oh my god here comes Shamu.” Janice stopped and looked down to see she was in a black and white smock. She looked again, and it was a whale costume. At the top, Brandon was yelling, “beep, beep, beep.” She woke to see it was all just a dream and she wasn’t even showing yet and she wouldn’t for months. Bill left early to talk to the principal, and she was alone, but not really. In the corner was the nine-year-old Brandon. It had been a few days since she had seen any of the Brandons and she wasn’t thrilled to see him now. She got out of bed and took a shower. When she came back, he was gone. Janice looked at a photo on the wall of the young Brandon and thought how just maybe she was ready to let him go.
Bill is put into what could be an unwinnable situation while Jenny contemplates her future and Yara sails out of the story.
Bill leaned back and tried to play out his first week of classes trying to think about every interaction he had with his students and the other staff. He eventually thought about his syllabus and the sections on the feminist movements of the 19th, 20th and 21st centuries. Margaret said, “no this is a direct accusation that you offered a better course load for sexual favors.” Margaret leaned in and whispered, “she also said you touched her inappropriately.” Bill wanted to know who was accusing him but he knew that he had no right under the system to confront his accuser to protect the accuser. It’s why they had a female steward so they could be there when a teacher is accused without making the student feel uncomfortable. Bill asked, “just what did she say I did and when because I have a camera in my class and I record everything including what we are saying here.” Margaret said, “well that’s good news because she said all of this happened in your classroom.” She made a copy of the files covering those days she said he touched her and said she would advocate strongly for him. Bill wondered if she wouldn’t have if he didn’t have the video evidence.
Linus makes plans to deal with Ava while another group makes a move and Bill is asked a question about how he interacts with his students.
Lennox Linus sat in a leather chair as a young woman ground on him giving him a lap dance. The dance was just the start as she was expected to strip and have sex with Linus. He was wealthy, and her father owed his existence to him. Camila Suarez didn’t care about any of that. This man paid well and never talked to her. Mr. Linus might as well be a thing rather than a man for all the interactivity he put into their weekly trysts. Today, however, was different. As he watched the news covering the American invasion of the island, he grew harder than she ever could remember. About the time they showed the missiles launching he picked her up and took her to the bed. There he nearly ripped off her clothes and did the deed himself using a force and energy that was both thrilling and alarming to Camila. When he came, he was more like a man in his twenties than one who was much older than Camila. They had this routine down from the time she was fifteen, but this was the first time since the first time he was on top.
Ava does her job and gets a reward she didn’t expect. She then set on her way to deal with someone she wants dead. The events around the island come to a head with a bang while Ava travels north with a family. Bill goes back to work and has a confrontation that will eventually change his working life.
James John, the manager, unlocked the door and held it open as Ava walked into the bank with her purse and a bag of cash. Along the way she had stopped and counted the bills to find three of them missing, but they weren’t any of the special bills. She sat down, and they did the usual pleasantries, and she handed him fifty-five thousand dollars in cash. Some from her own reserves while the rest being the special bills. While Ava was in Fort Myers others were in other banks in nineteen other cities across the country depositing the special bills. Not every bill would be put through the counting machines, but enough of them would be scanned and have their code compiled to the federal reserve system to build the program Ava’s employer designed. They paid Ava one-hundred and fifty million in diamonds to deposit the bills in key cities on this day, but Ava would have done this for free. She hated how in the land of the free she couldn’t be free to be who she was. Ava knew she was a killer.
Sean meets Lance at the barrel of a gun while Janice reviews the footage from her most current case.
Lance woke up after another long night of Ava’s kind of fun. He was starting to wonder if he made a mistake in getting into her car when he realized he wasn’t in the hotel room. He was in a room that looked like either a motel or a hotel, but it wasn’t the four seasons. He had something hanging low on his throat, and something was written on his hand. The hand note said, “don’t take off the bomb.” Lance felt the thing around his neck then he carefully got up and went into the bathroom. He found a note on the mirror saying, “the collar around your neck is a bomb, by walking into the bathroom you activated it. You have six hours to kill the man in the file, or the bomb will blow your head off. Tell the police and die, tell the man and die, fail to kill him before times up and die. Thanks for a great time, Ava.” The collar had lumps of gray material with wires and a timer. It was loose and low enough that if he wore a closed shirt, it would be hidden. On the side of the sink was a folder with the room number and picture of an older man named Sean Mackay. Back on the bed, Lance found a case with a handgun. A note said it was already cocked and locked all he had to do was push the safety and fire. The 22/45 Ruger with a suppressor was lighter than he thought it would be but also long.
Ava sees Sean in Miami and starts to take action while Janice works a new case.
The bartender handed the young man the two drinks wondering if he was making a mistake. The woman who ordered the vodka and lime soda drinks was a guest of the hotel and paid him well to not ask questions, but if he was caught serving someone underage, he could be in trouble. The guy looked like a young emaciated Brad Pit. Nearby a man in a straw Panama hat was hitting on a woman nearly half his age. To his surprise, it seemed like it was working and just maybe the old man was going to need a little blue pill. Sean watched the bartender, the kid with the glasses and the woman he was talking with. Her name was Brenda, she was fifty-three, and she seemed to be into him. He lost interest in the kid and just missed seeing Ava, but Ava saw him. She watched as this woman whispered into Sean’s ear as they laughed together. Ava had one more day in Miami before she had to be back at the bank and finish her job, but if he sees her, she might have to run.
Janice passes her test and goes out for a side of a cow that was shown a picture of a fire. Ava cleans up lace, and the two go out on the town. Yara does something she hadn’t done in years while her sister fulfilled a wish she had when she was sent to rescue her sister.
Bill sat just outside the door thinking about the test, Janice, Brandon and just how much she just drank. To take the second pregnancy test, Janice nearly downed a gallon of water in one shot then a quart of sweet tea. Janice had said something about a steak as bloody as they would or could be served. Bill had a charcoal grill and the desire to do just what she wanted, but he also remembered how she was this way with both the other pregnancies. He thought he could hear her say something on the other side of the door, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying. Then she yelled, “please just go away.” He got up and started to leave their bedroom when he stopped and thought about what she said and just maybe she didn’t want him to go. He went back and knocked, but she didn’t answer. He knocked louder, but all Janice could hear was the sounds of the many ghosts in her head in a cacophony of noise that drowned everything else out. Bill grabbed a screwdriver and popped the lock on the door and went inside to find Janice in the bathtub with her hands over her ears. When he entered the noise stopped. Janice saw the five-year-old Brandon at the door staring at her holding his panda.
What to Know
This will be written as a novel with sections added as I finish them and chapters posted on the Story PDF page as I finish them. Because of the nature of this style of storytelling, I will be changing parts as I go with the final story might look different as I finish from where I started.