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Forever Eight: An Original Story by Dawn Collins, Part 3

Updated on November 27, 2012

Five months had passed since Calvin Parks had befriended Cory Hanner and it turned out both boys were better off for it. Calvin had started tutoring Cory and his grades had improved greatly. Cory had convinced Calvin to try joining baseball with him and it turned out both boys were pretty good at it.

Cory's mother had a new boyfriend and had started drinking again and at the beginning of summer the police had shown up with Cory in tow. They explained to Calvin's mother that Cory's mother had been arrested and that they were going to bring the boy to a guardian home when he demanded to be brought to her house. Calvin's mother had grown attached to Cory and agreed he could stay.

Since that night, Cory had become a semi-permanent member of the Parks household, only returning home to get more clothes which Calvin's mom began to throw away considering what bad shape everything was in. Cory was several inches smaller than Calvin so Calvin's mother had even started setting aside Calvin's outgrown clothing so Cory could wear them. It pretty much went without saying that Cory was welcome as long as he behaved, which wasn't an issue considering the activity the two boys took part in most evenings was sitting around a table in the Parks' basement and either doing homework, playing board games, or coloring giant blank ink-drawn posters which they hung in the room Calvin and Cory shared. Cory even had his own bed.

Calvin was more pleased than he could have possible imagined having Cory around. It was like having a brother and Calvin felt a mixture of relief and worry that there would be one more person present on the fateful night Malcolm would come knocking. Malcolm had offered Calvin's mom a good two for one deal, and so every Tuesday and Friday Cory had tutoring with Malcolm right after Calvin's sessions. Cory loved Malcolm as much as everyone else did and so Calvin knew there was no way he could convince him of what Malcolm was planning on doing in just a few short months.

Even if Calvin could get Cory on board with the idea that Malcolm was evil, it would be two eight year olds and a pregnant woman against a very large and strong full-grown man. It was time to try and enlist someone who might match Malcolm in strength and size, someone Calvin had never in forty-six other times of living this life had ever even met or even received a birthday or Christmas card from.

There were three reasons Calvin felt his father might be some help in his dire situation: first of all, Calvin might be able to guilt him into helping by reminding him how little he had done for him, secondly Calvin's mother had said that Will had once been a good man until alcohol had taken over his life, and finally his father had once loved his mother and maybe there was a part of him that still did and would want to help protect her.

Although Calvin had never met his father, he had looked him up several times. One of the pages of Calvin's notebook even had his address written on it. Ironically Will Finley only lived a few miles from the family he had abandoned, which was lucky Calvin supposed since the best way for him to get there without anyone noticing was to take the city bus.

A few days later, the bus stopped just a few blocks away from of 4545 Pine Creek Road. Calvin stood outside for almost forty minutes before he finally worked up the nerve to stretch out his fist and knock on the door of the small shabby looking apartment.

The man who opened the door was exactly how Calvin had pictured him, which was far from a good thing. He was bald with small, dark beady eyes. He was wearing a stained white t-shirt and torn jeans and socks with holes in them. Even though it was 10 a.m., Will Finley had obviously already been drinking and was clearly having trouble focusing on who had knocked on his door.

It took all of his self-control and keeping his mind on his mother, Cory and Sophie for Calvin not to turn and walk away. Instead he stood up as straight as he could and stretched his hand out to the man in front of him.

"Hello, William Finley. I'm Calvin Parks... you know, your son?"

A great murder mystery written by my good friend Steve Terrel!


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      Alan R Lancaster 4 years ago from Forest Gate, London E7, U K (ex-pat Yorkshire)

      Mention of Sophie again... Is this the as yet unborn Sophie? It would be a challenge knocking on your Dad's door and introducing yourself. Unsurprisingly young Calvin took over half an hour to get up his nerve!

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      Shining Irish Eyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

      Every so often while cruising Hub pages I come across a gem of a story. This is one of those times. You are a very talented and gifted writer my friend. I have been absorbed since the very first word and will be patiently waiting to read what happens next in this awesome tale.

      Great job and I thank you. Voting up

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      Mary Craig 4 years ago from New York

      Oh my, the beat goes on. Can Calvin get help from this sod of a father? Is there a man with a heart in there somewhere? Just when Calvin and Cory have become friends....Malcom and the time loom!

      This is so I'm waiting for Part 4!!!!

      Voted up, awesome, beautiful and interesting and sharing as always.

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      kjforce 4 years ago from Florida sad that a father would abandon his child, but such is life...sadder yet that a child would have no on else to reach out to for help...guess you can figure out I feel a need for a license to have children..looking forwrd to reading more about Calvin.

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      Salini 4 years ago from India

      "... you know, your son?"

      This is the best line a son can say to his father as an introduction!!!

      Please update soon. voted.