Brandon hopped on his bike and rode down to the bridge. This is the place he would always come to when he needed to think. The sound of the river beneath it calmed his nerves. He put the kickstand down and sat on the edge of the bridge and let his legs dangle off the side. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the water clashing against the rocks. There was no pain on that bridge, no anxiety, no regrets, just Brandon and the river; until a voice disturbed the silence.
“Hey, you busy?”
Brandon opened his eyes and put his hand on his forehead to blocck the sun. Standing at the field behind him stood a black teenager. Although he appeared young in the face, he was built like a grown man. Between his chiseled abs, his defined chest, …show more content…
It’s kinda complicated. Anyways I gotta go. Thanks for the help.”
Just like that he took his stopwatch back and jogged away, leaving just as quickly as he had appeared. Brandon stood there a few seconds longer, baffled at Chris’ reaction and sudden departure following that question. He couldn’t help but be intrigued by this quick tempered black kid he had just met in a secluded field, working out by himself. Fort Iron was predominantly white and the few black people that lived there stuck out like sore thumbs. After Brandon watched him jog out of sight he returned to the bridge and spent the rest of the afternoon listening to the water.
It was easy to lose track of time down at the bridge so when Brandon looked at his watch he was shocked to find out 3 hours had already passed. Feeling much better, he decided to go back to the bar. He hopped on his bike and began pedalling back to the bar. He took his time getting back, enjoying the scenery.
He left the bike outside and walked into the bar to find that his dad was no longer in there. In fact only 3 people were in the entire place. As soon as Melvin saw him walk in, he came out from behind the bar. “Listen kid I’m sorry I should’ve asked you before I invited him …show more content…
It was Bo. “Well if it isn’t the infamous Brandon Bishop, the man that crushed the collective hearts of an entire town. I never thought I’d be seeing you around these parts again. What brings you back to town? Haven’t you done enough damage?” He inched closer and closer to Brandon and he could smell the liquor on his breath, he was clearly drunk. Brandon put his head down in hopes that he would get the hint and just walk away, but it proved futile. “You gonna just sit there and ignore me boy?” Melvin saw the scene unfolding from behind the bar and decided it was time to intervene.
“That’s enough Bo, lay off him.”
“Don’t defend this little prick, you saw firsthand the heartache he caused all of us”, Bo replied.
“Alright, I think it’s time you went home now Bo.”
“You kidding me Melvin, with all the money I spend in this place you’re kicking me out and letting this asshole stay?”
“I’m not gonna ask you again Bo.”
“Never thought I’d see the day”, Bo replied as he grabbed his jacket and left.
Melvin turned his attention to Brandon. “Why you letting him talk down to you like that?” Melvin asked Brandon baffled at the sight of him just sitting there silent as Bo verbally abused
“Hey, you busy?”
Brandon opened his eyes and put his hand on his forehead to blocck the sun. Standing at the field behind him stood a black teenager. Although he appeared young in the face, he was built like a grown man. Between his chiseled abs, his defined chest, …show more content…
It’s kinda complicated. Anyways I gotta go. Thanks for the help.”
Just like that he took his stopwatch back and jogged away, leaving just as quickly as he had appeared. Brandon stood there a few seconds longer, baffled at Chris’ reaction and sudden departure following that question. He couldn’t help but be intrigued by this quick tempered black kid he had just met in a secluded field, working out by himself. Fort Iron was predominantly white and the few black people that lived there stuck out like sore thumbs. After Brandon watched him jog out of sight he returned to the bridge and spent the rest of the afternoon listening to the water.
It was easy to lose track of time down at the bridge so when Brandon looked at his watch he was shocked to find out 3 hours had already passed. Feeling much better, he decided to go back to the bar. He hopped on his bike and began pedalling back to the bar. He took his time getting back, enjoying the scenery.
He left the bike outside and walked into the bar to find that his dad was no longer in there. In fact only 3 people were in the entire place. As soon as Melvin saw him walk in, he came out from behind the bar. “Listen kid I’m sorry I should’ve asked you before I invited him …show more content…
It was Bo. “Well if it isn’t the infamous Brandon Bishop, the man that crushed the collective hearts of an entire town. I never thought I’d be seeing you around these parts again. What brings you back to town? Haven’t you done enough damage?” He inched closer and closer to Brandon and he could smell the liquor on his breath, he was clearly drunk. Brandon put his head down in hopes that he would get the hint and just walk away, but it proved futile. “You gonna just sit there and ignore me boy?” Melvin saw the scene unfolding from behind the bar and decided it was time to intervene.
“That’s enough Bo, lay off him.”
“Don’t defend this little prick, you saw firsthand the heartache he caused all of us”, Bo replied.
“Alright, I think it’s time you went home now Bo.”
“You kidding me Melvin, with all the money I spend in this place you’re kicking me out and letting this asshole stay?”
“I’m not gonna ask you again Bo.”
“Never thought I’d see the day”, Bo replied as he grabbed his jacket and left.
Melvin turned his attention to Brandon. “Why you letting him talk down to you like that?” Melvin asked Brandon baffled at the sight of him just sitting there silent as Bo verbally abused