Here you will be able to read the first draft of my Nonfiction story, the first try and the rough copy.
If you liked what you are about to read, don't miss the opportunity to keep up with it and submerge in the story.
Vanessa Beltran Velez
English Composition I
Creative Nonfiction : Draft 1
February 24th/2015
If you liked what you are about to read, don't miss the opportunity to keep up with it and submerge in the story.
Vanessa Beltran Velez
English Composition I
Creative Nonfiction : Draft 1
February 24th/2015
Struggle Of a Man
“The names of the people have been changed to protect their identity.”
It’s a freezing Tuesday night. The cold wind blows making the windows rattle in a tiny middle class apartment in Cherry Hill. There is a couple fighting over a misunderstanding; jealousy played a role in the quarrel, temper begins to rise.
A sunbeam goes through the window at 7:30am; the morning of a sunny Saturday has arrived. Inside of a burning hot room a couple with their miniature pincher are cuddling in, in a deep sleep with no blankets on.
An IPhone 6 is hidden under his pillow; he likes to fall asleep with it in his hand. Next to him her hand is stretched all the way up to the top reaching his pillow; she likes to sleep with her hands above her head.
A sharp Buzz sound comes out from the pillow, he moves his head facing the wall above him. His big blue eyes are wide open; he is awake now.
-Buuuuzzzz-
A reminder of an unread message is notifying him once again.
He slightly moves his hands around the bed looking for his phone while she is still sleeping. He grabs it and walks to the bathroom before he takes the dog out, after all the morning release has to get done. Minutes after, a smooth sniff with a cold nose wakes her up, Ace the dog let her know it’s time to be awake.
She opened her eyes.
On the other side of the bed Dylan is lying down with no shirt on. The glow of his phone screen shows the anxiety on his face. He hasn’t noticed Maya is awake.
A few minutes passed before Dylan realizes Maya was staring at him.
-What’s a matter? -Maya asks
Dylan turned his face to her and with a concern look he tells her that his dad hasn’t gone to work for the last 3 days.
Sam is a 50 years old hard-working man, who says that he will retire only when pigs fly. He never skips a day of work, even if he is sick.
-How did you find out? - Maya asked with hesitant voice, while she was incorporating her body into a sitting position next to him. She knew something real was happening; even though her boyfriend is a guy who doesn’t speak to his dad everyday, she can tell by his face that something wasn’t right.
-Brian’s son just texted me asking me if I knew where my dad was because he hasn’t been to work since Wednesday. – Dylan replied.
Brian and old, fat man with a white thick mustache and his son work with Sam at the famous Italian restaurant in a town in New Jersey. Brian who is Sam’s best friend knew that this behavior is not like him, which made him worry something serious had happened to Sam.
Ring, Ring!! Grandma picks up the phone. It’s Dylan.
-Have you talked to my dad recently? - Dylan ask
-On Tuesday he called me, he sounded happy and cheerful, why? Grandma replied, her voice breaks at the end.
As the conversation continued Dylan explained what the situation was and why he is calling her.
Maya realized the situation was getting worse and jumped in the bathroom for a quick shower, while Dylan continues the conversation. Minutes after, the water stopped running Maya heard a deep sigh and Dylan say goodbye.
Dylan hangs up the phone.
As she was drying off Dylan was standing next to the coffee pot in the kitchen, the apartment had a strong aroma of Colombian coffee, their morning just started.
The Sizzle sound of a frying pan was coming from the kitchen; four pieces of bacon and two sunny side up eggs are about to be ready; an assortment of fruit and orange juice are awaiting on the table, Maya has cooked breakfast.
10:30 am, Maya and Dylan have now been on the road for 30 minutes driving towards Paul’s house who is Sam’s brother in Cherry Hill, where all the members of the family have agreed to meet up.
-Frank, who is Sam’s middle brother, is on the way here - Grandma said to Maya and Dylan as they arrived at Paul’s house.
Shortly after, a loud manly voice came shouting from the door away
-Hello everyone –
Frank along aside his wife and daughter have now arrived. Immediately, ideas and thoughts were being put together. Dylan took the lead voice to explain what had happened and what his assumptions are. Frank and grandma also contributed to the conversation with what their ideas were and their concerns to Dylan. Not long after the group had started deliberating all the different scenarios, grandma with a shaky voice said she has a recent picture of Sam that she can use to go to the police station to place a missing person report.
Silence filled the room
A quiet moment takes place in the big living room as only the sound of breathing could be heard in the apartment.
After a few long minutes had passed the baby’s laughter broke the silence, its Jackie, Paul’s daughter who is now hugging grandma.
Ring, Ring, Ring, grandma’s ringtone is now playing Hispanic music.
A woman’s voice which is loud and rough is on the other side of the phone, - your crazy son is in Jail, whatever you need to know you can get the information at Camden County prison, also any of his family members, friends or relatives have a restraining order.
Everybody in the room is staring at her, while she is talking on the phone, a slightly tear felt on her cheeks from her eyes.
With sad lost eyes, Grandma breaks into tears when she hung up.
The apartment still smells like a five stars Italian restaurant, Sam and Tiffany are cleaning up after dinner was done. The initial conversation turned into something else. Offensive words go back and forth in the room; everything is been said. At this point they have lost their mind by the argued. Tiffany is sitting on the couch next to the balcony on the other side of the living room crying, while Sam is trying to explain what his intentions are. She doesn’t understand his point, he got frustrated because nothing what he is saying makes sense to her. At this point everything turns black, the next thing he knew she was calling the police.
Sam then saw himself walking through the door with only a T-shirt and a pair of sleepers on. He was shocked; the only thing he could hear now was the clacking of the metal from his hand cups. He could feel the icy wind blowing through his shirt, and the cold sensation of the hand cups against the skin as the officers escorting him to the back of the car. He realized he has been arrested. It was Tuesday night.
To be continued…