The bizarre encounter with the black Cadillac made Freddy recall the heated discussion he'd had with Larry about a career in law-enforcement. Considering that he had all the necessary credits to pursue enrollment in a post-secondary institution like a technical college, he couldn't help but revisit the possibility of joining the Academy as well. There was nothing rushing him into the decision except for the knowledge that even though he worked as many hours as he could squeeze out of Rufus, he was still a financial burden on his mom. He did his research quietly and in isolation; the decision that he finally came to was going to be his alone.
He spent his evenings sequestered his room, scouring brochures and publications, so he initially didn't notice Larry's absence. One night, about four days after his experience with the concealed vehicle, he wandered out into the kitchen and was struck by the house's eerie silence. After checking every room, he made his way onto the back porch, where he found his mother sitting alone. She was smoking a cigarette and staring up at the constellations, tear tracks dried on her cheeks. His stomach lurched.
"Ma, are you okay?" he asked gently.
Her blue eyes were piercing even in the dark. He swallowed hard and sat down next to her. She offered a sip of her beer, but he declined.
"It's nothing you have to worry about."
He gestured for her cigarette and she handed it over. The smoke filled his lungs and he automatically relaxed.
"I haven't seen Larry the last few nights..."
"He's been here, in and out."
"Everything okay between you two?" he asked, dreading the answer.
She nodded and took a deep pull on her cigarette, its billowing smoke a striking contrast against the night sky.
"He's been distracted lately. Impatient. I asked him something and he turned into a brick wall on me. Walked right out of the house and didn't even say a word."
"What'd you ask?" Freddy pressed, clutching his knees to his chest.
She rubbed a hand across her face and bit her lip, then knocked the ash of her cigarette into her empty beer bottle.
"Something to do with work."
It took Freddy only a moment to make the connection.
"How does Gus fit into this, ma?"
The tears welled in her eyes and she furiously blinked them away, rubbing her face against her sleeve.
"He asked me to confirm that Larry had been here with us on certain dates."
"How specific was he?"
"Specific," she whispered, looking away.
Freddy felt a chill deep in his bones. The wind picked up and he pulled his sweatshirt tighter around him. He was at a temporary loss for words.
Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (23?)
He spent his evenings sequestered his room, scouring brochures and publications, so he initially didn't notice Larry's absence. One night, about four days after his experience with the concealed vehicle, he wandered out into the kitchen and was struck by the house's eerie silence. After checking every room, he made his way onto the back porch, where he found his mother sitting alone. She was smoking a cigarette and staring up at the constellations, tear tracks dried on her cheeks. His stomach lurched.
"Ma, are you okay?" he asked gently.
Her blue eyes were piercing even in the dark. He swallowed hard and sat down next to her. She offered a sip of her beer, but he declined.
"It's nothing you have to worry about."
He gestured for her cigarette and she handed it over. The smoke filled his lungs and he automatically relaxed.
"I haven't seen Larry the last few nights..."
"He's been here, in and out."
"Everything okay between you two?" he asked, dreading the answer.
She nodded and took a deep pull on her cigarette, its billowing smoke a striking contrast against the night sky.
"He's been distracted lately. Impatient. I asked him something and he turned into a brick wall on me. Walked right out of the house and didn't even say a word."
"What'd you ask?" Freddy pressed, clutching his knees to his chest.
She rubbed a hand across her face and bit her lip, then knocked the ash of her cigarette into her empty beer bottle.
"Something to do with work."
It took Freddy only a moment to make the connection.
"How does Gus fit into this, ma?"
The tears welled in her eyes and she furiously blinked them away, rubbing her face against her sleeve.
"He asked me to confirm that Larry had been here with us on certain dates."
"How specific was he?"
"Specific," she whispered, looking away.
Freddy felt a chill deep in his bones. The wind picked up and he pulled his sweatshirt tighter around him. He was at a temporary loss for words.
"Larry's a good guy, ma."
"I know."