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Chapter One
7 reviewsIf one was to look up cloak and dagger in the thesaurus they would find words such as clandestine, surreptitious, and secret. Patrick thought she had no worries in the world. It just goes to sh...
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Collette shut the back of the Explorer that was loaded with her life's belongings careful not to wake the little boy that was in the back seat. She took a deep breath then looked at the place she had called home for almost 24 years.
How did things get so out of hand? How did everything go so wrong? She knew she could never return. She knew she had to leave and take him with her. It was the only way they were going to survive.
Her family begged her to go to the police for help. They wanted there to be another way, but deep down they knew she had to do this. The only way that she was going to survive was to disappear.
She looked over at the sleeping boy in his car seat. He was such a miracle in her life, and she would never regret his existence. She was doing this all for him. He had the piercing blue eyes of his mother and hopefully no personality traits of his father.
Collette took one last look at her surroundings before getting into the vehicle and driving off to a place where she knew no one would find them. They were going to a place where they could blend into the crowd and just disappear. This was how they were going to survive.
---Almost One Year Later---
"Do we really need to be doing this?" Patrick asked as he felt as though he was being pressured into something that he didn't want to be doing.
"Alright, Patrick, I'm usually the one who closes himself off from the world from time to time, but honestly, you need some sun. You are starting to look, well, pale," Pete said choosing his words wisely as Patrick gave him the look.
"We've got so much work to do, Pete. I've got some new ideas that I want to get down before I forget them," Patrick tried to reason with his friend.
"No way. We are not going near the studio today. Today we aren't going to be the boys in Fall Out Boy, we are just going to be Pete, Joe, Andy, and Patrick," Pete said walking towards the door knowing full well that Patrick was going to follow.
"Fine," Patrick huffed and followed his friend.
Pete gave a knowingly smile. Patrick was such a push over.
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"Jackson, did you feed Nala and Simba?" Collette asked the four year old blonde haired boy who sat too close to the TV watching what ever nonsense cartoon that was on.
"Yeah," he said quietly not removing his eyes from the screen.
Collette looked at him from the kitchen and smiled warmly at the boy. He was her only reason for living. She was living for this blondie who stole her heart the moment she laid eyes on him.
"What about Rooger?" Collette asked looking at the rather large yellow lab staring at her.
"Yeah," he said again still not giving her his full attention.
"Are you sure? Because he's looking at me like he hasn't been fed," she said as the dog tilted his head knowing that she was talking about him.
"Oh CoCo, he just wants a treat. He's a beggar," Jackson said turning off his cartoon show being as the credits were now rolling.
Jackson started to walk into the kitchen up to the lab that was wagging his tail vigorously.
"Rooger, you have food," Jackson said patting the dog on the head, which he had to almost reach up to do so being as the dog was the same height as him sitting down.
Collette just giggled at the interaction between Rooger and Jackson. Rooger was born in the spring preceding Jackson's summer arrival. They had known each other practically their whole lives.
"CoCo, can we go now?" Jackson asked getting impatient.
Collette looked up at the clock.
"Yeah, we have to go meet everyone at work," she said grabbing for her purse.
"Alright!" Jackson said excitedly as he ran towards the door.
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"So where exactly are we going?" Patrick asked as they drove through Southern California.
"I dunno exactly. Joe said he heard about some festival going on about 20 minutes out of LA. We're going to check it out," Pete said driving swiftly through the LA traffic.
"Are there going to be a lot of people there?" Patrick asked.
"Good God Patrick. Since when did you become such a whiner?" Andy asked suddenly.
Andy could usually tolerate bad moods, it was practically a prerequisite when working closely with Pete, but Patrick was just getting on his nerves.
"I'm not a whiner," Patrick said crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.
"What ever you say, dude," Joe said from the front seat.
"What the hell is this? Rag on Patrick day?" Patrick asked getting irritated.
"Well, what do you expect? You've been in a bad mood for the past month, and I have a sneaking suspicion that it is due to the fact that you haven't been laid in, refresh my memory again, six months," Pete said from his position at the driver's seat.
"Fuck you. How long it's been since I've gotten laid is none of your damn business," Patrick said getting upset.
"It is if you are making everyone around you miserable," Joe retorted.
"Like any of you have the right to say anything! When was the last time you got some, Pete?" Patrick countered leaning forward in his seat.
"Last week," he said smugly.
"Bull shit," Patrick said in disbelief. "Who?" he asked.
"Patrick, I don't kiss and tell. You sing it in our lyrics, loose lips sink ships," Pete said laughing slightly at his reference.
"The boy has a point," Andy said nodding along with Joe and Pete.
"You guys are assholes," Patrick said slumping back into his seat pouting.
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"Ok, I want everyone to listen closely," Collette said to the group of eleven kids including Jackson who were anxiously looking past her at all the fun and games that awaited them inside the festival.
"Wren, Max, and I are in charge. You all have been assigned to one of us and you will stay with your person no matter what, ok?" she said loudly so all could hear her.
Numerous OKs were heard from the group of boys.
"OK, each of you will get ten tokens to play at the games, and ten tickets to go on the rides, which Wren and Max are going to hand out now. Do we all know what is expected of us?" Collette asked making sure nothing was left unsaid.
Now there were a number of yes's heard from the boys.
"Ok, be good and have fun," she said smiling at them. The boys scattered into their groups and held out their hands for their tokens and tickets.
Collette, Wren, and Max worked at a boy's group home which housed boys ranging from ages seven to twelve who had moderate to severe behavioral and mental health problems. It wasn't very often that they were able to bring the boys out into the community, but being as the festival was in a small town the chances of too many people or too much trouble were slim.
"Where to first boys?" Collette asked the smaller group of four boys practically dancing to get to the fun.
"Games!" Jackson yelled out excitedly.
"Does anyone object?" she asked and all boys shook their heads no wildly. "Alright, onto the games," she said pointing forward.
The boys cheered and walked quickly to the small stands that had a number of different carnival games all in a line.
----
Patrick walked around the festival lost in his thoughts following behind Pete, Joe and Andy.
Maybe the guys were right. Maybe he was being crabby lately. Maybe he did need to lighten up a little.
Patrick was suddenly brought back to reality when he heard the most contagious laugh ever. His head perked up and he looked around for the culprit. This person was laughing with such a care free spirit. It reminded him greatly of Pete and his laugh. Once he started, he had everyone around him joining in.
Patrick walked away from the guys and turned the corner to see a young woman with dark brown hair, almost black, playing ski ball with some kids.
Patrick stopped in his tracks and watched. He knew it was probably creepy, but he couldn't help but notice how much fun this person was having. She gave off the presence that she had no worries in the world. She was giving the boys high fives, picking the small one up and twirling him around, and laughing with all of them, Patrick couldn't help but smile to himself.
"Patrick?" Pete asked from behind him causing him to jump.
"What?" he asked irritated that Pete had interrupted his day dream.
"Do you want to play ski ball, or are you just going to stand there like a creepy old man?" Pete asked unsure of what exactly Patrick was up to.
"I'm not being creepy. I'm just admiring how full of life that girl is over there," Patrick said glancing back towards the ski ball games to find that she and the four boys she was with were no where to be found.
"Right," Pete said giving Patrick the "I think you're crazy" look.
"No, don't do that," Patrick said pointing at Pete. "She was there," he said trying to defend himself.
"Man, I think we may have been too late with this break from work. You're loosing it," Pete said putting his arm around Patrick's neck to pull him towards the other two who had found their way to the arcade.
Patrick walked with Pete, but kept a look out for the mystery girl who had caused him to stop and enjoy life if only it were for a matter of minutes.
----
"Ok, I know you have some sort of complex about going out, but I don't care anymore. You've been in California for almost a year now, and you have not once gone out on the town," Wren said turning around in her seat to talk to Collette.
"I'm a homebody. I like to stay home," she said simply.
"Just hear me out. I have a great babysitter for my daughter, so you can drop off Jackson and we are going to go to a great martini/piano bar," Wren said quickly before Collette could protest in the middle of her plans.
"I don't think so," Collette said quietly as she looked down at Jackson who had fallen asleep. She smiled slightly at the sight of his blue cotton candy stained face.
"Come on girl. I know that you are not old enough to be sitting at home with a four year old every night. It's time to act your age and have some fun," Wren started with her arguments. She always let Collette get away with staying home and she wasn't going to give up without a fight this time.
"I don't know," Collette said sounding not so sure.
"Well, I do. If you are worried about Jackson, don't be. My cousin is the babysitter; she's been looking after Josie since she was a baby. She's great. You have nothing to be worried about," Wren said knowing that Jackson was the main reason that Collette never went out.
Collette sat there looking at her friend contemplating actually going out. It's true, she has been in California for almost a year and not once had she been out without Jackson by her side. It would be nice to go somewhere that didn't have a playground inside. But what if something bad happened and her cell phone died. She would never forgive herself if something happened to Jackson when she wasn't there.
"Stop it, right now," Wren said sternly.
"What?" Collette asked shocked.
"I know what you're doing. You're thinking about all the bad outcomes that could result in you going out tonight," she said knowingly.
"I am not," Collette lied.
"Collette, stop being such a wuss and go out already," Max said from the driver's seat.
"See," Wren said smiling at her.
"Fine. I'll go out, but this is going to be the last time you pester me for another year," Collette said pointing a finger at her friend.
"I can handle that," Wren said smiling as she turned back around in her face.
Collette just smiled to herself. Maybe Wren was right. Maybe she did need to get out more often. Collette's smile faded when she looked down at Jackson, but then again, maybe not.
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Patrick sat on his bed thinking about his point in life thus far. Patrick was always known as the serious quiet one, but he still liked to have fun. It just seemed as though that lately he had forgotten how to even have fun. How did he get to this point? He was only 22 years old. He was too young to take life that seriously.
His mind drifted off to that girl that he had seen earlier that day. She must have had a great life. She seemed so care free and able to live in the moment. He should take note of her actions and try to incorporate some of that loving life modality into his own.
"Hey Patrick?" Patrick was interrupted by Pete lightly knocking on the door and walking in.
"Yeah," he asked standing up from his place on his bed.
"Andy was just checking the paper and he noticed that the piano duet that you like is going to be at The Ivory tonight. Do you want to go?" he asked standing in the doorway.
Patrick stood there for a moment. Maybe this was a sign that he needed to go out and have some fun.
"Sure, sounds like fun," he said smiling slightly.
"Great, we'll be leaving in about an hour," Pete said smiling mainly to himself.
He had been worried about Patrick lately. He seemed to take everything onto his shoulders and he didn't need that stress. He didn't want the lifestyle that they had from being in a band crush his best friend. In a way, Pete just wished he could keep Patrick out of the public eye completely in order to keep him safe and innocent.
How did things get so out of hand? How did everything go so wrong? She knew she could never return. She knew she had to leave and take him with her. It was the only way they were going to survive.
Her family begged her to go to the police for help. They wanted there to be another way, but deep down they knew she had to do this. The only way that she was going to survive was to disappear.
She looked over at the sleeping boy in his car seat. He was such a miracle in her life, and she would never regret his existence. She was doing this all for him. He had the piercing blue eyes of his mother and hopefully no personality traits of his father.
Collette took one last look at her surroundings before getting into the vehicle and driving off to a place where she knew no one would find them. They were going to a place where they could blend into the crowd and just disappear. This was how they were going to survive.
---Almost One Year Later---
"Do we really need to be doing this?" Patrick asked as he felt as though he was being pressured into something that he didn't want to be doing.
"Alright, Patrick, I'm usually the one who closes himself off from the world from time to time, but honestly, you need some sun. You are starting to look, well, pale," Pete said choosing his words wisely as Patrick gave him the look.
"We've got so much work to do, Pete. I've got some new ideas that I want to get down before I forget them," Patrick tried to reason with his friend.
"No way. We are not going near the studio today. Today we aren't going to be the boys in Fall Out Boy, we are just going to be Pete, Joe, Andy, and Patrick," Pete said walking towards the door knowing full well that Patrick was going to follow.
"Fine," Patrick huffed and followed his friend.
Pete gave a knowingly smile. Patrick was such a push over.
----
"Jackson, did you feed Nala and Simba?" Collette asked the four year old blonde haired boy who sat too close to the TV watching what ever nonsense cartoon that was on.
"Yeah," he said quietly not removing his eyes from the screen.
Collette looked at him from the kitchen and smiled warmly at the boy. He was her only reason for living. She was living for this blondie who stole her heart the moment she laid eyes on him.
"What about Rooger?" Collette asked looking at the rather large yellow lab staring at her.
"Yeah," he said again still not giving her his full attention.
"Are you sure? Because he's looking at me like he hasn't been fed," she said as the dog tilted his head knowing that she was talking about him.
"Oh CoCo, he just wants a treat. He's a beggar," Jackson said turning off his cartoon show being as the credits were now rolling.
Jackson started to walk into the kitchen up to the lab that was wagging his tail vigorously.
"Rooger, you have food," Jackson said patting the dog on the head, which he had to almost reach up to do so being as the dog was the same height as him sitting down.
Collette just giggled at the interaction between Rooger and Jackson. Rooger was born in the spring preceding Jackson's summer arrival. They had known each other practically their whole lives.
"CoCo, can we go now?" Jackson asked getting impatient.
Collette looked up at the clock.
"Yeah, we have to go meet everyone at work," she said grabbing for her purse.
"Alright!" Jackson said excitedly as he ran towards the door.
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"So where exactly are we going?" Patrick asked as they drove through Southern California.
"I dunno exactly. Joe said he heard about some festival going on about 20 minutes out of LA. We're going to check it out," Pete said driving swiftly through the LA traffic.
"Are there going to be a lot of people there?" Patrick asked.
"Good God Patrick. Since when did you become such a whiner?" Andy asked suddenly.
Andy could usually tolerate bad moods, it was practically a prerequisite when working closely with Pete, but Patrick was just getting on his nerves.
"I'm not a whiner," Patrick said crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.
"What ever you say, dude," Joe said from the front seat.
"What the hell is this? Rag on Patrick day?" Patrick asked getting irritated.
"Well, what do you expect? You've been in a bad mood for the past month, and I have a sneaking suspicion that it is due to the fact that you haven't been laid in, refresh my memory again, six months," Pete said from his position at the driver's seat.
"Fuck you. How long it's been since I've gotten laid is none of your damn business," Patrick said getting upset.
"It is if you are making everyone around you miserable," Joe retorted.
"Like any of you have the right to say anything! When was the last time you got some, Pete?" Patrick countered leaning forward in his seat.
"Last week," he said smugly.
"Bull shit," Patrick said in disbelief. "Who?" he asked.
"Patrick, I don't kiss and tell. You sing it in our lyrics, loose lips sink ships," Pete said laughing slightly at his reference.
"The boy has a point," Andy said nodding along with Joe and Pete.
"You guys are assholes," Patrick said slumping back into his seat pouting.
-----
"Ok, I want everyone to listen closely," Collette said to the group of eleven kids including Jackson who were anxiously looking past her at all the fun and games that awaited them inside the festival.
"Wren, Max, and I are in charge. You all have been assigned to one of us and you will stay with your person no matter what, ok?" she said loudly so all could hear her.
Numerous OKs were heard from the group of boys.
"OK, each of you will get ten tokens to play at the games, and ten tickets to go on the rides, which Wren and Max are going to hand out now. Do we all know what is expected of us?" Collette asked making sure nothing was left unsaid.
Now there were a number of yes's heard from the boys.
"Ok, be good and have fun," she said smiling at them. The boys scattered into their groups and held out their hands for their tokens and tickets.
Collette, Wren, and Max worked at a boy's group home which housed boys ranging from ages seven to twelve who had moderate to severe behavioral and mental health problems. It wasn't very often that they were able to bring the boys out into the community, but being as the festival was in a small town the chances of too many people or too much trouble were slim.
"Where to first boys?" Collette asked the smaller group of four boys practically dancing to get to the fun.
"Games!" Jackson yelled out excitedly.
"Does anyone object?" she asked and all boys shook their heads no wildly. "Alright, onto the games," she said pointing forward.
The boys cheered and walked quickly to the small stands that had a number of different carnival games all in a line.
----
Patrick walked around the festival lost in his thoughts following behind Pete, Joe and Andy.
Maybe the guys were right. Maybe he was being crabby lately. Maybe he did need to lighten up a little.
Patrick was suddenly brought back to reality when he heard the most contagious laugh ever. His head perked up and he looked around for the culprit. This person was laughing with such a care free spirit. It reminded him greatly of Pete and his laugh. Once he started, he had everyone around him joining in.
Patrick walked away from the guys and turned the corner to see a young woman with dark brown hair, almost black, playing ski ball with some kids.
Patrick stopped in his tracks and watched. He knew it was probably creepy, but he couldn't help but notice how much fun this person was having. She gave off the presence that she had no worries in the world. She was giving the boys high fives, picking the small one up and twirling him around, and laughing with all of them, Patrick couldn't help but smile to himself.
"Patrick?" Pete asked from behind him causing him to jump.
"What?" he asked irritated that Pete had interrupted his day dream.
"Do you want to play ski ball, or are you just going to stand there like a creepy old man?" Pete asked unsure of what exactly Patrick was up to.
"I'm not being creepy. I'm just admiring how full of life that girl is over there," Patrick said glancing back towards the ski ball games to find that she and the four boys she was with were no where to be found.
"Right," Pete said giving Patrick the "I think you're crazy" look.
"No, don't do that," Patrick said pointing at Pete. "She was there," he said trying to defend himself.
"Man, I think we may have been too late with this break from work. You're loosing it," Pete said putting his arm around Patrick's neck to pull him towards the other two who had found their way to the arcade.
Patrick walked with Pete, but kept a look out for the mystery girl who had caused him to stop and enjoy life if only it were for a matter of minutes.
----
"Ok, I know you have some sort of complex about going out, but I don't care anymore. You've been in California for almost a year now, and you have not once gone out on the town," Wren said turning around in her seat to talk to Collette.
"I'm a homebody. I like to stay home," she said simply.
"Just hear me out. I have a great babysitter for my daughter, so you can drop off Jackson and we are going to go to a great martini/piano bar," Wren said quickly before Collette could protest in the middle of her plans.
"I don't think so," Collette said quietly as she looked down at Jackson who had fallen asleep. She smiled slightly at the sight of his blue cotton candy stained face.
"Come on girl. I know that you are not old enough to be sitting at home with a four year old every night. It's time to act your age and have some fun," Wren started with her arguments. She always let Collette get away with staying home and she wasn't going to give up without a fight this time.
"I don't know," Collette said sounding not so sure.
"Well, I do. If you are worried about Jackson, don't be. My cousin is the babysitter; she's been looking after Josie since she was a baby. She's great. You have nothing to be worried about," Wren said knowing that Jackson was the main reason that Collette never went out.
Collette sat there looking at her friend contemplating actually going out. It's true, she has been in California for almost a year and not once had she been out without Jackson by her side. It would be nice to go somewhere that didn't have a playground inside. But what if something bad happened and her cell phone died. She would never forgive herself if something happened to Jackson when she wasn't there.
"Stop it, right now," Wren said sternly.
"What?" Collette asked shocked.
"I know what you're doing. You're thinking about all the bad outcomes that could result in you going out tonight," she said knowingly.
"I am not," Collette lied.
"Collette, stop being such a wuss and go out already," Max said from the driver's seat.
"See," Wren said smiling at her.
"Fine. I'll go out, but this is going to be the last time you pester me for another year," Collette said pointing a finger at her friend.
"I can handle that," Wren said smiling as she turned back around in her face.
Collette just smiled to herself. Maybe Wren was right. Maybe she did need to get out more often. Collette's smile faded when she looked down at Jackson, but then again, maybe not.
-----
Patrick sat on his bed thinking about his point in life thus far. Patrick was always known as the serious quiet one, but he still liked to have fun. It just seemed as though that lately he had forgotten how to even have fun. How did he get to this point? He was only 22 years old. He was too young to take life that seriously.
His mind drifted off to that girl that he had seen earlier that day. She must have had a great life. She seemed so care free and able to live in the moment. He should take note of her actions and try to incorporate some of that loving life modality into his own.
"Hey Patrick?" Patrick was interrupted by Pete lightly knocking on the door and walking in.
"Yeah," he asked standing up from his place on his bed.
"Andy was just checking the paper and he noticed that the piano duet that you like is going to be at The Ivory tonight. Do you want to go?" he asked standing in the doorway.
Patrick stood there for a moment. Maybe this was a sign that he needed to go out and have some fun.
"Sure, sounds like fun," he said smiling slightly.
"Great, we'll be leaving in about an hour," Pete said smiling mainly to himself.
He had been worried about Patrick lately. He seemed to take everything onto his shoulders and he didn't need that stress. He didn't want the lifestyle that they had from being in a band crush his best friend. In a way, Pete just wished he could keep Patrick out of the public eye completely in order to keep him safe and innocent.
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