09-25-2014, 08:47 PM
They passed the bar - a low growl escaped from Calvin's lips - and Calvin wondered where the man was taking him, but he remained silent. They were probably headed to a police station. Calvin just allowed the man to drive.
The man took him to a garage beneath a nice looking building - did the guy take him to his home? The man removed the helmet and Calvin saw his face for the first time. He stretched out his hand and introduced himself. "Jensen James. I hope you don't mind this rather than the bar. I don't have any alcohol, but I do make an outstanding lemonade."
Calvin looked at the man's hand and then back up at his face. Calvin noticed the concern in his eyes. Calvin could only wonder why the man cared. He didn't know Calvin or his struggles. Calvin could have seriously hurt him. The question why ran through his head like a song stuck in his head. It made no sense to him.
The name struck a bell. Calvin had heard it before - TV maybe - was the guy on TV once or something? It didn't matter. Calvin looked back down at the man's hand again. The door behind Calvin was open. Calvin could leave and part of him wanted to. There had to be a place to get a drink nearby. But as he looked back up and saw the concern in Jensen's eyes again, he brought his own hand up and removed the scarf from his face. Taking Jensen's outstretched hand, he said "Calvin Johnson - I guess a lemonade would be alright."
He spoke with the same monotony that he had all night - his voice lacking emphasis.
He still craved his drink, but there was a light inside of him that seemed to gleam through the darkness and Calvin had an idea that this was a good choice. He pushed the light away - he didn't feel salvageable yet.
Edited by Calvin, Sep 25 2014, 08:49 PM.
The man took him to a garage beneath a nice looking building - did the guy take him to his home? The man removed the helmet and Calvin saw his face for the first time. He stretched out his hand and introduced himself. "Jensen James. I hope you don't mind this rather than the bar. I don't have any alcohol, but I do make an outstanding lemonade."
Calvin looked at the man's hand and then back up at his face. Calvin noticed the concern in his eyes. Calvin could only wonder why the man cared. He didn't know Calvin or his struggles. Calvin could have seriously hurt him. The question why ran through his head like a song stuck in his head. It made no sense to him.
The name struck a bell. Calvin had heard it before - TV maybe - was the guy on TV once or something? It didn't matter. Calvin looked back down at the man's hand again. The door behind Calvin was open. Calvin could leave and part of him wanted to. There had to be a place to get a drink nearby. But as he looked back up and saw the concern in Jensen's eyes again, he brought his own hand up and removed the scarf from his face. Taking Jensen's outstretched hand, he said "Calvin Johnson - I guess a lemonade would be alright."
He spoke with the same monotony that he had all night - his voice lacking emphasis.
He still craved his drink, but there was a light inside of him that seemed to gleam through the darkness and Calvin had an idea that this was a good choice. He pushed the light away - he didn't feel salvageable yet.
Edited by Calvin, Sep 25 2014, 08:49 PM.