Chapter 13 "Final Judgement" Andreas had
sending you look angry all day, Tom had ignored.
had not wanted to deal with, but still could not stop thinking about what Andreas had told him that, after all, Tom was asked the same question. Did Bill really what I was doing? "I was actually playing the puppet and the teacher, and knew everything that Tom do? It was a frightening thought, but do not swallow it completely. I knew with certainty that Bill had not expected him to know what asthma medication, and after all, that showed he had no control over everything. Tom still could happen around him, unnoticed, yet it could take off guard.
Andreas must have been very gullible to let Bill play with him, to let it go that far, as he had expected.
Tom wondered how he had happened, wondered how Bill had seduced Andreas. Will there be used the same Turks Andreas that you were using with Tom? How did something with Andreas? How long had resisted?
Maybe that was the only reason Andreas seemed terrified prisoner.
Maybe Bill was a reminder of their sins, and could not stand it so I kept the distance. Even if Tom understood that the prisoner had told him did not think would be best left alone. He seemed to want company, and Tom was a social butterfly, he liked to make people happy. Now, Bill was definitely a mission, not only with respect to their crimes. Tom had a mission to bring a smile to Bill.
***
Fortunately, Gordon had gone to when I arrive at her apartment, leaving a note in the kitchen to announce output.
Tom inadvertently vague about his apartment, thinking about Bill and Andreas.
had not been able to remove from his mind either, since Andreas confronted him in the bathroom this morning. Expected not to tell her, her boss. You could, for that seemed to think that Bill was an extremely dangerous and wanted Tom to stay away from it. Tom did not know what he would do if he were suspended or fired. The Bill wanted to continue visiting, if allowed.
did not know what to think of the theory of Andreas, Bill I knew everything that bothered him greatly. No one can know everything. Bill had no way of knowing Tom as reactionary to things that do. That Bill was making fun of him was evident and Tom could, to some extent, to understand that he needed to, not had much to do in that little cell all day and had to create their own entertainment.
Tom sat on the couch, taking a deep breath and scratching his head.
was wondering if you should worry about these defending both Bill.
***
The next time Tom had seen the prisoner, had been acting .... Strange. I could not tell, but there was something strange about him. There was something in his eyes that was different and consistent with a gesture toward the forehead, as if deep in thought.
Tom looked at him intently from his place in the cafeteria. Bill was sitting at his usual table, away from others. I was eating, but not much, but that was something.
From time to time to eat, the right hand of Bill, which was holding the fork, and he began to tremble that release. Tom watched as Bill leaned his forehead on his knuckles, elbows resting on the wooden table.
I had not seen this before, worried that he did not know that was what he was doing do so. Nobody else seemed to notice. The prisoners were busy not looking at him, for they knew it and Tom was the only one who stood in the dining room today.
Bill would have gone up, but for which he received a strict order to stay in the same place all the time, unless a fight or something like that happen, what did not happen.
This place was boring, except for Bill.
- The poor boy.
Tom turned his head, surprised to see Anne, a former psychiatrist Bill, standing next to him. Bill was watching his eyes soft and compassionate.
- What happens? - Tom asked, looking back to Bill. I was rummaging through the peas on his plate, his face paler than usual, her skin almost translucent, to the point where you could see the veins in his arms.
- is the twelfth.
- What's the twelfth? - Return their attention to the woman, feeling as if something is missing.
- His last day in court - he sighed deeply. - Do not you hear? This throughout the season.
Tom shook his head, no, not heard. He did not believe that none of the other inmates knew, that surely would have been talking about it.
But Andreas probably knew.
- Finally going to give the final verdict - Anne continued. - Had been uncertain since he came here, why not talk about what happened at all. Only confessed it, that's all .- sigh. Try to make him talk and explain what really happened, but ...
- Oh, - was all he could say to that. I did not know what else to say. I look at Bill, wanting to go there more than anything. It seemed he could bear some support at that time, and no one did, he had to deal only with that. - How many years do you think will get?, - I ask a little scared hear the answer.
Anne sighed deeply and crossed his arms. - Many, - he said. - No statement is ... if you explain, maybe it would be easier for him, but when he refuses, it gives us another option.
- How many are "many" exactly?
- enough to ensure that never again see the outside of this place again.
Tom's stomach was compressed, but it was as if he had not expected that response. He nodded head slowly.
- Just wanted to speak, - said Anne. - I worry about it, although it is not my patient. I think it speaks even less with his new psychiatrist, what spoke to me.
- Who is the new - Tom did not know I had one now, but he must have imagined.
- His name is David Jost. It's good. Worse to be good is not enough when it comes to Bill. - I smile slightly. - I would love to work with if I could, I'd really like.
- Why can not you?
- Oh, you know - look at Tom smiling. - I'm not as young as before. That work, it is actually very heavy. It's not just talk to patients, is much more than that. I'd really like to return with him, but I can not return just for a patient.
- Can not you talk to him? - You ask Tom, sure that had to be a way. - While not officially a psychiatrist, I mean.
- Oh, I do not think that I speak well. You know how it is.
- If ... - Tom became depressed, feeling a wave of sadness about it. He did not like the idea that Bill was locked up for life. - He is a great mystery.
- What is - Anne agreed, nodding. - So far not yet fully understand how your mind.
Tom either.
The thousands of questions I wanted to do, but I knew that Anne would not or could answer, circling around his head. Why is this way? Why keep so many secrets? Why can not smile? Why does it seem that you torture yourself? Why do you want to die? What did he do?
the last question I wanted to shout from the rooftops so that everyone could hear it, maybe someone I knew.
Then he thought of what the prisoner had told him and was wondering ... does it really matter?
really wanted to say no. I wanted to say that what Bill did not matter. But did not.
***
was strange, not to see Bill in his cell, the same day. He had been picked up by two officers, handcuffed and escorted to court. He had kept his head bowed as he passed next to Tom, his steps were heavy, and looked uncomfortable with the two officers who kept a tight grip on his arms. Her lips were shaking, probably wanted to growl, but was struggling to do so.
He looked small and weak among them, did not look intimidating and strong as usual. That made Tom want to feel protected. I wanted to step forward and ask them to loosen their grip on the wrists of Bill or else you could leave a bruise. I wanted to ask you not pushed into the car with too much violence, and wanted to ask if he could accompany them.
had been more than two hours and Bill have not returned from court. Tom was tapping his fingers on the table, eyes on the clock. How long will it take? Do not know if it was good or bad to take so long.
Another half hour passed slowly, when the doors opened, and the two officers entered, followed by the boss and Bill among them. Her steps dragged more than ever before, head down, with all the hair on his face.
He had his hands folded before him, with the handcuffs in place, and the two officers had the same strong grip on the top of his arms as if they were gone. We take you through the room and started up the stairs, telling Bill to walk faster.
Tom looked at Bill with a heavy heart. Bill seemed to have been drained, was half of their energy half crawled down the stairs. He must have lost all their energy, while in court.
- Wow, was that ...? Georg turned to Tom. He had been standing next to Tom, looking at Bill with the jaw to the floor. His eyes were wide open. Was that ...?
- If .- Tom rubbed his forehead. - Yes, the era.
- Wow - Georg repeated looking at the stairs. - I can not believe I was so close to 815 .- prisoner shuddered to create a dramatic effect.
Tom rolled his eyes, thinking how close that it had been him, and almost burst out laughing from the fact that George seemed to think that had much courage not to run for his life, when Bill had walked beside him.
- does not look as scary as in the stories, right? - Asked Georg. - I mean, when I saw it on the dining room is just sitting and playing with their food and now he is not ... - look at Tom waiting to say something.
Tom just nodded. She could not wait to go see Bill, but had wait until you go there seems suspicious.
- I heard he was in court - Georg continued, unaware of the lack of involvement of Tom in the conversation. So George continued. - I wonder how he got.
Tom wanted to know.
***
was started to bring the end of the turn of Tom and really could not wait any longer. I had to see Bill.
had not it looked like what Bill exhausted and desperately wanted to know if it was okay. I wanted to know what they had spoken in court, but the chances that Bill told him were slim, at least I was prepared for that.
Bill was sitting on his bed, legs curled to her chest, barely moved a muscle when Tom knocked on the door.
lift his head slightly, saw who it was, and then look away.
first thing that hit Tom, was that Bill did not smile. Not even the slightest hint. I had thought Bill had seen his expression, but now he realized that he did not. Something always shining behind her eyes. Evil, anger, fun, lust, did not matter, any kind of emotion was always there. Now, however, there was nothing.
Tom quickly opened the two locks and entered. - Hey, - she said quietly as he walked forward.
The fact that Bill did not respond was more uncomfortable than when he was brash and crossed the line, Tom bit his lip, sucking his lip Arillo. He was about to sit up in bed next to him, but something was on the road. - What is this? - Asked as he lifted the book. Bill's eyes looked at his hand.
- Do not touch that, - he said and took him by the hands of Tom, I leave the other side of his body, and returned to his previous position.
Tom sat .- What book is it?
- The last book I read before I die - simply replied Bill, Tom was put goosebumps just by the tone of his voice.
- Well .- nodded. He wondered if the voltage of the court, had echo Bill rethink suicide, but he hoped not. If that were the case, personally, would do everything possible to prevent it.
- Want ... - cleared his throat. I really had no idea what to say when Bill was silent. - Do you want me to go?
Bill's eyes twinkled when he met with Tom's at a fraction of seconds, before looking away again. - I do not know - he finally said softly.
That did not give much information to Tom, but at least had not said so. - Hey, - put his hand on Bill's knee, squeezing it. - Why do not you speak?
With me, with them, Anne.
- It makes no sense - Bill said, stretching his legs, spread them in front of himself and put his feet on the ground. - I do not care.
- That's not true.
- deserve to be here, do not you understand? - Bill looked at him sharply, and the fire that had always been there, had returned. If not completely, at least a little.
- I'm not sure about that - challenge Tom. Showed more when he was so vulnerable.
- I can see it in your eyes now. I think if you spoke ...
- Do not know what you're talking about, - said Bill. - If you knew you would not say that. You should not say that.
- I ... -
a noise was heard down the hall, Bill raised his hand to silence Tom, who stiffened completely. Someone was doing rounds again?
- What time is it? - Bill whispered, listening, and if something was coming.
- Uh, almost nine. Should I ...? He nodded toward the bathroom and Bill nodded.
Tom got up, ran to the bathroom, in-law was just that someone stopped in front of Bill. The bathroom door was not closed completely, but was open enough so that Tom could see.
was not someone doing
rounds, someone approached Bill's room. A woman. I could hear the sound of her keys when she opened the locks, then the woman had entered. Tom recognized, but did not put a name to her face. He was young, very possibly had been the same time Andreas, and maybe had a year of internship.
His voice trembled a little as he spoke, though it was clear he was trying to hide.
- Rise .- that he was supposed to sound like an order, but it went well pathetic and weak.
Bill did
he said without complaint. It might have been cheeky to her, if it were any other day, but today it just got up and walked toward the woman stretching her hands toward the young woman, palms up.
- Well, - sigh and took a step toward Bill. It was more than obio I was scared, I'd rather be anywhere but here.
Cundo
was then noticed that Tom had something in his hand, something small and white. I put it on the table and quickly retreated until it meets the door. - Here, - now said to the caller. - Take it.
- Yes, madam, - said Bill gently, and took the small cup, drawing something in it. Tom understood that they were pills, drugs.
Tom held his breath, if the girl turned just a little more left, I had found, and all would be over.
Bill He stayed until he had swallowed the tablets with a glass of water I had on the wooden table. - Ready, - said leaving the vessel. - You should not look so scared.
Her breathing a little choking in her throat, as if what he told Bill would have scared even more. - T-your not ... uhm ... - stuttering nervously, holding a lock of hair behind her ear. - Here's another one.
- This ... - Bill lifted the last pill. - Is a sleeping pill. If you do not mind, takes it a bit later, because there is something on television that I would like to view.
I smile, a fake, almost a joke, more false than any smile that would have given before Tom.
seemed he wanted to protest but finally nodded. - Okay, - whispered, opening the door. It seemed as if it can not zoom out fast enough and wonder what Tom is as bad person had been assigned this task obviously scared too. Tom was sure that if Bill would have wanted, I would have taken the easy way.
Judging by the speed of his steps sounded like it was running down the hall, and only when the door at the end of it was closed, Tom came out of hiding.
River
Bill dryly. - New, - explained with a hint of roll over your eyes. - Linda, however. Too nervous for my taste, but when I think, you act like it once. - Bow my head. - Yes.
- I did - Tom frowned and sat back down in bed.
was happy to see that the light began to return to the eyes of Bill, had been a while since I was in court and perhaps the stress was beginning to disappear.
Was that Tom was here?
Bill sat down on the bed, placing the cup with the sleeping pill on the nightstand. Leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, it was clear he was tired, had dark circles under his eyes and was paler than ever. Maybe it was selfish to stay here, because Bill could not take the pill to go to sleep and rest. Although it would not leave him alone.
- What kind of pills were they?
- A little of this, a little of that, - said Bill, his eyes still closed.
- For what are they?
Bill opened his eyes, looking at Tom, and touched his temple with his forefinger.
Oh.
- What happens if the shots?
- Not good, - said Bill with what resembled a small smile. - Everything that is cage here - you touch the temple again, - is released.
The way Bill said that, a little startled Tom. Made it sound like you're really crazy, like talking to someone that is not crazy, and Tom did not think it was. Bill thought he was exaggerating, probably to scare Tom as a form of free entertainment.
be sure not to wince. - Bill, what the court ruled?
Bill
bow my head against the wall and closed her eyes. Sigh. - Shawshank Redemption. I'll be here until I die.
- Sorry.
Tom
sorry, really sorry.
................................................ .... Problems
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IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF # 815
- Tom, kiss
- Bill ...
- Please. Kiss
- I told you trust me And you can. But, did you see that easily did this without even notice it?
- What is your point?, Seriously, Bill, I'm sick of your damn mind games.
- Come on baby, I will not hurt.
- Do not listen, Lucy, has not taken his medication, does not know what he is saying.
- Lucy, is not it, Can you loose, Lucy?
- The la-sorry.
- I'm sure you're sorry lot, So, I feel it more!
- Trümper!, Behave
- I'll kill
Next, Chapter 14''I want you to know what you're getting into''
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