No More Fences Part 18

  The funeral was not unlike any other Pete had ever been to, and he was glad to have it finally over.  It's not that he didn't want to be around his family, but Pete had his own plans for the rest of the afternoon.  As soon as they got back to the house, Pete changed his clothes, and proceeded to walk down to Jeremy's house.  He hadn't had the chance to call and tell him what was going on, but he decided to just walk down and surprise him.  When he got there, it was like nothing had changed. It was nearly noon, and Jeremy and Bob were still passed out, so Pete just sat on the couch, waiting for them to get up.  He sat and talked to their mom, Diane, for nearly two hours, before there was finally movement from the back of the house. 

  Jeremy stumbled drunkily, halfway to the kitchen, before he noticed that Pete was sitting on the couch.  He was still drunk from the night before, and wasn't sure if what he was seeing was real, or a delusion.  He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as he came forward, giving Pete a hug, welcoming him home.  Pete then explained what was going on, why he was in town, while Jeremy prepared to get in the shower.  "Wake Bob up," Jeremy requested, as he closed the bathroom door. 

  "Hey you fat mother fucker, get out of the damn bed," Pete shouted, as he threw a pillow, striking Bob directly in the face.  Pete was the only one who could get away with something like that, and Bob jumped outta the bed, ready to annihilate someone, until he noticed the familiar figure, standing in front of him, a smile spread ear to ear, as he laughed at Bob, who sat back down on the bed, wanting to go back to sleep.  Nobody ever talked to Bob like that, let alone throw something at him. Except Pete, who Bob always seemed to take care of like a brother.  Bob was always one of the biggest people in the room, no matter where he went, and he was always protective of Pete, even though he was big enough to take care of himself.  Finally, Jeremy came out of the bathroom, and rolled a joint.  They sat and smoked, trying to catch up on all they had missed, over the last few months, when suddenly the phone rang, taking them all by surprise.

  It was their friend, Terry, who had just gotten arrested with some stolen guns, months before Pete left for Florida.  Him and another friend, whose name was also Jeremy, had been firing them behind an old abandoned building, within the city limits of Tell City, a small, nearby city, with nothing more to offer, other than a nice view of the Ohio River.  It was about thirty minutes from where they lived, and Pete had been there on several occasions, looking to score a bag.  Terry was out on bond, but was stuck on house arrest until after the courtdate, which was in just a few weeks.  He wanted Pete, Jeremy, and Bob to come by to visit, mainly since he hadn't smoked any weed in three days, but he also had a friend that had just stopped by, looking to sell some crystal meth, and he thought that maybe they would be interested.  Of course they were interested, since Pete was home, they were going to celebrate. 

  When they finally got over to Terry's, Pete ran in, hoping to catch up with Terry, who he hadn't seen since months before he left town.  Instead, he ran into a locked door.  In all the years that Pete had been partying at this house, it had never been locked, even when they left, it was always unlocked, but this was different.  Eventually, the door opened, and the guys walked in, their eyes having trouble adjusting to the darkness in the room.  All the blinds had been shut, and Terry's friend was pacing the floor, every so often peering out the blinds, as if he was expecting someone.  Pete recognized him as Sam, a guy Pete had worked with at the truckstop.  Eventually he left, after selling them what they came for, and Jeremy started chopping out lines for all of them.  "I am so glad he's gone, he was starting to make me nervous," Terry stated, pointing out that he had been up for three days, before coming over there.  They hung out for about three hours, before Jeremy and Pete decided they were going to look up some more friends, before Pete had to start getting ready to go back to Florida in a few days.  No sooner than Pete fastened his seatbelt, another car pulled into the driveway, blocking them from leaving, since there was a ditch on both sides of the driveway, they would have to wait until he parked to be able to leave.  As the car drew nearer, Pete noticed a red and blue light, positioned in the middle of the inside of the windshield on the car.  "Oh great," Pete thought to himself, as he braced himself for the worst.