warrant?”
“Yes.”
“You understand that if you want to leave the
county, it has to be approved by me and so you know, it would have to be a
pretty damn good reason for me to approve it?”
“Okay.”
“If you get a job or start school, you will have
three days to let me know.”
“Okay.”
“If you travel more than fifty miles from your home,
it will need to be approved by me.”
“Okay.”
“You cannot be around guns or things that look like real
guns, bullets or any other weapons. What that means is if you’re going to stay
here, your….mother will have to get rid of her guns or at least store them in a
place that is not your residence. You will have a week to sort that out and
when I come back I’ll expect them to be out of the house.”
Shit! My dad was going to have a fit. “Okay.”
“No knives with blades over two inches either,
unless it’s a kitchen knife and then it should be in your kitchen.”
“Okay.”
She looked at me, long and hard. I was actually
starting to sweat under her gaze before she spoke again.
“Listen, Dax , I do what I
do to help people, believe it or not. My one true goal is to keep you out of
prison and make you a productive member of society. I look at the fact that you
had no priors, no juvenile record and you were an honor student before this
happened and I would like to think that you were at least trying to break the
mold that being Joe Turner’s son poured around you. I have to tell you that I
wish you had somewhere else to go, somewhere else to live. I don’t know what
your relationship is with Joe and I don’t know if what I’m saying is going to
piss you off. The truth is I don’t give a shit if it does. Whether you admit it
or deny it or don’t want to hear it, you and I both know that if you continue
to hang out with your father and his friends your freedom will be tenuous at
best.”
I wasn’t pissed. She didn’t say anything I didn’t
already know to be true. But I didn’t have a job, any money or anywhere else to
go.
“I’ll make sure the guns are gone and I will be
looking for a job and an apartment.”
“Good,” she said. “As long as we have the same goals
in mind we’ll get along fine.”
“As long as that goal is keeping me out of prison,
then yes, we have the same one.”
I walked her to the door and after I closed it
behind her I turned to see my mom standing in front of me.
“I’ll call your father and have him send some of the
boys over to get the safe. They can keep it at the club.”
“I’m sorry about all of this, Mom.”
She came over and put her hand on the side of my
face. She and I never talked about why she wouldn’t leave him. It was one thing
that was never on the table.
But today she said, “Stop apologizing to me, Dax . I should have taken you away from all of this long
ago. I didn’t, so now you have to live with the fallout. I am going to do
whatever it takes to make sure the consequences you suffered already were the
only ones that you’ll have to suffer and I don’t care how pissed off it makes
your father.”
“I got lucky the day they handed out mothers, you
know that?”
She blushed and patted the side of my face. She
sighed and went back to cleaning the house or whatever it was she was doing.
The dynamics of our family were seriously screwed up, but at least I always knew that she loved me.
I showered and headed out. I hit a few auto parts
stores and picked up applications. I was sure if I asked, Olivia’s uncle would
hire me, but there was already enough awkwardness going around. When I ran out
of places to get an application from, I headed for The Smoke Joint. I knew my
parole agent literally just told me to stay away from those guys, but the
thought of sitting in my mother’s house doing nothing for the rest of the day
was almost equivalent to the thought of going back to prison.
I spent the early part of the afternoon helping the
guys do some modifications to a few of the