Vanessa Beltran Velez
English Composition I
Creative Nonfiction : Draft 2
February 26th/2015
English Composition I
Creative Nonfiction : Draft 2
February 26th/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, a hand with a knife is been raised, temper begins to increase. Tiffany drowning on tears is holding the phone.
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A sunbeam goes through the window at 7:30am; the morning of a sunny Saturday has arrived. Inside of a burning hot room Dylan and Maya 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 the morning 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.
Maya opens her eyes.
On the other side of the bed Dylan is lying down with no shirt on. His white chest is exposed. The glow of his phone screen shows the anxiety on his face. He hasn’t noticed Maya is awake.
Quietly Maya gazes at Dylan; she likes to look at his thick brown eyebrows and get lost in his blue yes, but this time his eyes aren’t speaking, they are lost in a plain sight.
A few minutes passed before Dylan realizes Maya was staring at him. She moves her body in a baby position and she touches Dylan’s feet with her leg.
“What is the matter?” Maya asks
Dylan turns his face to her and with a concern look, He expresses
“My dad hasn’t gone to work for the last 3 days.”
Dylan’s father, Sam is a 50-year-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.
Maya take a deep breathe and make a quick answer
“How did you find out?” She asks with a hesitant voice, while she moves her body into a sitting position next to him. She knows something real is happening; even though her boyfriend is a guy who doesn’t speak to his dad everyday, she can tell by his face that something isn’t right.
“Brian’s son texted me this morning asking me if I knew where my dad was because he hasn’t been to work since Wednesday.” Dylan replied with an anxious voice.
Brian is an old, fat man with a white thick mustache and his skinny, tall 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 spoken to my dad recently?” - Dylan asks
“On Tuesday he called me as usual, he sounded happy and cheerful, why?” Grandma reply, her voice breaks at the end.
As the conversation continues Dylan explains what the situation is and why he is calling her.
Maya hears the tone of the conversation and realizes the situation is getting worse and jumps in the bathroom for a quick shower, while Dylan continues the conversation. Minutes after, the water in the shower stops running Maya hears a deep sigh and Dylan says goodbye.
Dylan hangs up the phone.
As she is drying off Dylan is standing next to the coffee pot in the kitchen, the apartment has a strong aroma of Colombian coffee, they usual weekend morning just starts.
The Sizzle sound of a frying pan is 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 for Dylan as the traditional morning weekend. The green plate with two eggs is on the counter in the kitchen next to the stove while Maya is cooking the last piece of bacon; Dylan eats two pieces and one egg in a big bite. He grabs his keys and they get in the car. Today is not a regular Saturday morning
10:30 am, Maya and Dylan have now been on the road for 30 minutes driving towards Paul’s house who is Sam’s young brother in Cherry Hill, where all the members of the family have agreed to meet up.
“Frank is on the way here” Grandma said to Maya and Dylan as they arrived at Paul’s house.
“Who is Frank?” Maya quite disconcerted ask to grandma, she hasn't met him yet
“Frank is Sam’s middle brother, Joyce’s husband” Grandma reply
Joyce is well known in the family for her crazy behaviors of being hypochondriac
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.
One of my thoughts is that my dad can be lost, I called Tiffany’s phone and his phone this morning, and both went right to the voicemail. Dylan remarks
Frank and grandma also contribute to the conversation with what their ideas are and their concerns to Dylan.
“Sam can be in jail” Frank say
“I don’t think so, how is that possible?” Maya gives her opinion
“Tiffany’s brother is a police, and she has been threaten Sam many times before” Grandma complement frank’s thoughts
“If it were thinkable, he would call us from there, we would have known by now” Maya say
“That is true and he hasn’t called yet” Dylan reply
Only a deep exhalation is what Maya could hear on the room right now
Not long after the group has finished deliberating all the different scenarios, and grandma with a shaky voice and looking the picture on her phone 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. The anxiety starts to rise.
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.
“Hello”
“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” on the other side of the phone a woman’s voice which is loud and rough communicate to grandma
As the conversations remains 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.
Maya fears are true, something devastating happened.
With sad lost eyes, Grandma breaks into tears when she hangs up.
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The apartment still smells like a five stars Italian restaurant, Sam and Tiffany are cleaning up after dinner is done. The initial conversation turns 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 from the kitchen counter.
“I want to trust you babe, that’s why I’m doing this” Sam cries out
She doesn’t understand his point, Sam gets frustrated because nothing what he is saying makes sense to her.
“I decided to stop caring about the way you dress up” Sam continues
“you met me like that and you liked it” Tiffany reply before she breaks into tears
At this point everything turns black, the next thing he knew she is calling the police.
Right after, Sam then sees himself walking through the door with only a T-shirt and a pair of sleepers on. He is shocked; the only thing he can hear now is the clacking of the metal from his hand cups. He can 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 realizes he has been arrested. It is Tuesday night.
To be continued…
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, a hand with a knife is been raised, temper begins to increase. Tiffany drowning on tears is holding the phone.
---------------------------------
A sunbeam goes through the window at 7:30am; the morning of a sunny Saturday has arrived. Inside of a burning hot room Dylan and Maya 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 the morning 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.
Maya opens her eyes.
On the other side of the bed Dylan is lying down with no shirt on. His white chest is exposed. The glow of his phone screen shows the anxiety on his face. He hasn’t noticed Maya is awake.
Quietly Maya gazes at Dylan; she likes to look at his thick brown eyebrows and get lost in his blue yes, but this time his eyes aren’t speaking, they are lost in a plain sight.
A few minutes passed before Dylan realizes Maya was staring at him. She moves her body in a baby position and she touches Dylan’s feet with her leg.
“What is the matter?” Maya asks
Dylan turns his face to her and with a concern look, He expresses
“My dad hasn’t gone to work for the last 3 days.”
Dylan’s father, Sam is a 50-year-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.
Maya take a deep breathe and make a quick answer
“How did you find out?” She asks with a hesitant voice, while she moves her body into a sitting position next to him. She knows something real is happening; even though her boyfriend is a guy who doesn’t speak to his dad everyday, she can tell by his face that something isn’t right.
“Brian’s son texted me this morning asking me if I knew where my dad was because he hasn’t been to work since Wednesday.” Dylan replied with an anxious voice.
Brian is an old, fat man with a white thick mustache and his skinny, tall 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 spoken to my dad recently?” - Dylan asks
“On Tuesday he called me as usual, he sounded happy and cheerful, why?” Grandma reply, her voice breaks at the end.
As the conversation continues Dylan explains what the situation is and why he is calling her.
Maya hears the tone of the conversation and realizes the situation is getting worse and jumps in the bathroom for a quick shower, while Dylan continues the conversation. Minutes after, the water in the shower stops running Maya hears a deep sigh and Dylan says goodbye.
Dylan hangs up the phone.
As she is drying off Dylan is standing next to the coffee pot in the kitchen, the apartment has a strong aroma of Colombian coffee, they usual weekend morning just starts.
The Sizzle sound of a frying pan is 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 for Dylan as the traditional morning weekend. The green plate with two eggs is on the counter in the kitchen next to the stove while Maya is cooking the last piece of bacon; Dylan eats two pieces and one egg in a big bite. He grabs his keys and they get in the car. Today is not a regular Saturday morning
10:30 am, Maya and Dylan have now been on the road for 30 minutes driving towards Paul’s house who is Sam’s young brother in Cherry Hill, where all the members of the family have agreed to meet up.
“Frank is on the way here” Grandma said to Maya and Dylan as they arrived at Paul’s house.
“Who is Frank?” Maya quite disconcerted ask to grandma, she hasn't met him yet
“Frank is Sam’s middle brother, Joyce’s husband” Grandma reply
Joyce is well known in the family for her crazy behaviors of being hypochondriac
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.
One of my thoughts is that my dad can be lost, I called Tiffany’s phone and his phone this morning, and both went right to the voicemail. Dylan remarks
Frank and grandma also contribute to the conversation with what their ideas are and their concerns to Dylan.
“Sam can be in jail” Frank say
“I don’t think so, how is that possible?” Maya gives her opinion
“Tiffany’s brother is a police, and she has been threaten Sam many times before” Grandma complement frank’s thoughts
“If it were thinkable, he would call us from there, we would have known by now” Maya say
“That is true and he hasn’t called yet” Dylan reply
Only a deep exhalation is what Maya could hear on the room right now
Not long after the group has finished deliberating all the different scenarios, and grandma with a shaky voice and looking the picture on her phone 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. The anxiety starts to rise.
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.
“Hello”
“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” on the other side of the phone a woman’s voice which is loud and rough communicate to grandma
As the conversations remains 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.
Maya fears are true, something devastating happened.
With sad lost eyes, Grandma breaks into tears when she hangs up.
-------------------------------------------------
The apartment still smells like a five stars Italian restaurant, Sam and Tiffany are cleaning up after dinner is done. The initial conversation turns 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 from the kitchen counter.
“I want to trust you babe, that’s why I’m doing this” Sam cries out
She doesn’t understand his point, Sam gets frustrated because nothing what he is saying makes sense to her.
“I decided to stop caring about the way you dress up” Sam continues
“you met me like that and you liked it” Tiffany reply before she breaks into tears
At this point everything turns black, the next thing he knew she is calling the police.
Right after, Sam then sees himself walking through the door with only a T-shirt and a pair of sleepers on. He is shocked; the only thing he can hear now is the clacking of the metal from his hand cups. He can 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 realizes he has been arrested. It is Tuesday night.
To be continued…