Cassey" "Cassey" "Cassey" called the voice, seemingly annoyed that the bearer isn't waking up. Three times more of name calling, the voice bearer took another course. Tapped and shaked the body continuously until the wandered-off spirit found way back to it's host.
Cassey was still not ready to wake up, but he had to. Though he could only see Mama's face with sleepy eyes, her face didn't look good.
"Uhhh" groaned Cassey. He immediately understood that it was gonna be one of those 'Never-should-have-come saturdays' and worst, it was always a long day.
As if it had been specially made with him in mind, to give him day-lasting "no-good" and trouble.
And that was when he remembered about visiting the small man downhill, so he jumped out of bed, with a rush as if to say he was late to the most important day of his life.
He moved to get out of the room and Mama called him back.
"And where are you rushing to?!"
"Umm beautiful morning to you Mama" Cassey sluggishly managed to get that out of his mouth, rubbing his shoulder and still eager to rush out.
"I believe you have something to say" added Mama, not even joking.
Cassey held himself tight, he was afraid that somehow Mama had learnt of his escapade with Allen. Just not to make things worst and properly defend himself, he managed to muffle out some words in the line of
"A-bout Whaat…?"
Mama didn't talk, but just looked at him with disgust, while Cassey's heart couldn't find anything better to do than continue beating drums!
All the while, he was thinking of things to say, the best words to use to defend himself, how he will place his wordings how he will keep his tone, and how he will take it out.
He was just contemplating, like fresh ideas written down on paper and immediately trashed out to the waste bin… until Mama broke the silence.
"How could you Cassey? How? Why?"
Cassey's heart, beat even more…
"Why didn't you clean the pig house?!"
"Oh!" Cassey exclaimed in his mind, as his heart throbbed down and his mind cooled down he just sat on the bed and exhaled.
"Mama don't worry I will do it today, promise."
"And if you don't, no food for two good days!" Mama moved to walk away, Cassey relaxed on the bed, and …
"I can live with that" Mama might have heard it.
"What?"
"No, nothing wasn't talking to you"
"Better get off that bed and start doing something around the house" then everywhere was cool, just for a moment, and Cassey was still in his room.
Mama called him again, this time he was about to go, when he found out that he wasn't wearing his shirt, so he reached for his shirt which hanged on the window protector.
He saw someone coming towards their door, and the person was familiar, even though it was a face seen in the evening, it was Pat's Mother! Cassey got terrified, and more terrified when he heard a knock, and the door opened, he stood there, frozen with fear and betrayal
"How come!?" Did she come all the way to tell mama!? Oh damn I'm done for life" he thought.
Cassey started pacing around disturbingly thinking of the best course of action to take. But the more he thought, the more time flee, he was still pacing around when Mama called out his voice in a loud tone.
"Cassey!?"
"What do I do now? Think, think think" Cassey murmured to himself.
He didn't answer the call, so Mama called him out again
"Cassey someone's looking for you"
"Nice try. Not good enough" he said to himself, then he remembered that there was a back door in their house that can lead to the back yard, but the door haven't been opened for long, but he thought that he had to try anyway.
But he needed to make sure Mama doesn't come looking for him.
"Oh I'm coming! Let me get my shirt on, I will be right out!"
He opened the door of his room without making a noise, and stealthily walked across the passage. He reached halfway where the door was, and got disappointed. It didn't look like a door
"What … that isn't a door… or is it?" He got really closed, but it looked locked and sealed.
"Oh no! This isn't happening, this can't end this way!"
With anger and frustration, he kicked a log of wood which was placed right beside the door, leaning against it. And just when the wood fell off, the door opened to the back yard.
What greeted him first as the door slowly opened was the beautiful ray of the morning sun, followed by the Charmin scents of the numerous types of grass in the yard, each contributing to his temporary awe moment.
"Oh my… wow"
Just then, he heard his name again!
"Oh my!" He quickly headed out and closed the door behind him, but the door would not close, not if there was no support, but he had to run away.
On getting away from the backyard, while he was still running, he bumped into Allen
"Allen! Thank goodness!" Cassey exclaimed
"What's wrong with you?" Allen asked Cassey
"Ermmm what's his name again?... The last guy we told about the dog fight race…" Cassey was also trying to catch his breath while he talked.
"You mean Pat?" Allen said, patiently waiting for Cassey to finish saying what he wsd saying, since it was about Pat and affects their mission, he was eager as to what was going on
"Yes yes Pat's Mother, she is at our house now, I didn't hear what she was telling Mama, but I'm sure is about the small man downhill, so I had to run away!"
"Huh? She did come?"
"Mmmhmm" Cassey nodded.
"I'll snatch something precious from her" Allen said, disgusted.
"I need to run away where Mama won't find me"
"Come on, let's go to the small man downhill, we are a go!"
Allen grabbed him by the hand and was about to take off, Cassey stopped.
"We are really going?"
"Yes , now let's get going!"
"But…"
"Don't worry we have company"
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Can we go now? He is waiting for us".
Cassey and Allen got away from the vicinity. On reaching a pathway which led to the downhill road, it was just like getting away from the main ville, and getting away from every other person, there was a guy waiting for them.
"Is that Skryl? Seriously?" Cassey asked Allen, surprised to see him.
"Live and direct" Allen replied.
"Hey boys, you ready?" Skyrl asked, excited.
Skryl was a street guy, he was very much older than both of them, he wasn't a native of Krinxville.
He dressed like a thug, he had no family, he was in Krinxville alone, always minding his business and never misses any opportunity to make money, be it stealing, illegal, morally unacceptable or not, he was in, he doesn't laugh with anyone, he was always serious.
Everyone however ignored the fact that he had to do anything to survive, as he hadn't no family, nor friends, and was a hustler, instead, they identified him for the bad parts.
"In case anything goes wrong, he's strong one" Allen said, pathing Skryl on the back, while he nodded.
"And the earnings…"
"Oh right, we share everything equally"
Skryl smiled. Cassey wasn't saying anything, he was still contemplating if he should really go on with it or not, but he didn't have much of a choice anymore, Mama had found out, and he ran away from home, so he was in already.
"Very well". Cassey said and they went on
****
It took them more than half an hour as they travelled by foot. By the time they reached, it was already mid-day.
"So, this is it, the home of the small man downhill" Skryl said.
Cassey didn't expect it to be how it was, it was very nice, unlike what people had said. They were standing in front of his wooden gate, still looking over his house. He lived pretty well. But the had to go in, to see it all, looking from outside was like looking at a skeleton.
"So, who is gonna knock?" Cassey asked
"No not me" Allen said, stepping back. And before they could get to a resolve, Skryl opened the wooden gate and ushered them in.
They looked at each other thinking that they shouldn't go in without the owner ushering them in. But hóla, Skryl stepped in already
"Come on in boys"
But they wouldn't, Cassey was most, scared. So he dragged them both inside and closed the door behind them.