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CHAPTER 13: Follow

John and Brenda stood on Main Street watching floats pass by. He held boring conversations with people he knew from high school.

He looked around. His generation was taking over the town. Trained by the old, they ran the offices and shops. Became firefighters and police officers. Old mom and pop stories changing to match the times.

Through all of that, Basingstroke remained the same. What seemed change, was unchanged, what seemed new, was the old polished and gift-wrapped. Was he the only person noticing, everyone else blind to the mirror effect.

He once felt apart of this perfect town. Golden boy, the star, ladies man, pride of his parents. Couldn’t wait to leave the old and bring back the new. Now he couldn’t wait for the summer to come to an end.

“John, you ok.” Brenda asked tugging on his arm.

“Yeah, just thinking. You want something to drink?” He asked

“Yeah, thanks.”

He walked thru the crowd, making his way to the consecution stand. Brought a coke and pushed his way back to Brenda. John stopped his steps, noting something he didn’t like very much. Brenda’s head was thrown back in laughter. She was talking to a guy. He stood about six foot, weighted 200 pounds. His long brown hair worn in a ponytail. Brenda touched his arm, stood just inches away.

He continued on his way, picking up the pace. A jealous feeling punched him the stomach. He handed the soda to Brenda when he reached her and the stranger she was talking to.

“Thanks John. Have you met Dustin?” She asked, with a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

“No. How you doing mate?” John asked, taking the man’s hand in his.

“Not bad.” Dustin said, keeping his attention on Brenda. “So what do you say, can we take that
walk?”

“Wish I could, but I’m here with John. Wouldn’t be right to leave him.” She said

John could read her mind, she wanted him to say it was ok, her eyes said she wanted to get to know this guy. He swallowed hard, nodded. “Go head B, I’ll meet up with you later.” He forced a smile.

“You sure.” She asked.

“Yeah, go.”

She left him, standing in the crowd. He looked around, trying to find Kevin and Dave. No luck. He really didn’t want to be here, wasn’t in the mood to party. All night he’d been thinking about Steven Carter. The 19-year-old boy weighed heavily on his mind. As the days passed John missed him more and more. Now that Brenda found new interested, he spent a lot of time alone, which left him lots of time to think. He’d tried to find Steve early that day, just to talk, maybe grab some coffee. But wasn’t successful. He’d stop short of going to Carter residents, for fear he wouldn’t be welcome.

Pushing the thoughts from his mind, John walked along the crowd, towards his car. He decided to take a drive, no distention.

John was half way to his ride, when he spotted his heart’s desire a few feet away. Steve sat with Jessica, the look on his face told John something was up. His eyes looked sad, almost empty, his body slumped over in defeat.
John watched as Steve hug Jessica and walked in the direction of his home. Without realizing it, John got into his car and followed him.
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Steve walked down the dim lit street, away from the lights and the nose of the parade. He was dead tiered and looked forward to an empty house. His parents were spending a lot of weekend’s way, which was fine by him.

Steve was paying little attention to his surroundings, this was the same street he walked as a child, and he knew it like the back of his hand. But he was suddenly hit with the worst feeling, like there were eyes watching his every move. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, this feeling was in the pit of his stomach. He became nervous, scared, something wasn’t right. He looked around, but saw nothing, heard nothing. He picked up the pace; his footsteps now match the rate of his heartbeat.

His house came into view, the light from the porch shined like the North Star. He walked fast, almost running. Half way up the driveway he heard footsteps, they were coming closer. He struggled to get his keys out of his packet. In a rush he stuck one into the lock.

“Shit, wrong one.”

The foot steps were getting closer, the sound louder. He tried another, it worked. He stepped inside, hurried to close the door,. Just before it could slam shut, a hand pushed it open.