Mystery: The Coming Back: (Mystery, Suspense, Thriller, Suspense Thriller Mystery) by James Kipling
Authors: James Kipling
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his emotions. Transition affected him. Charlie longed control. Control over his unpredictable and abnormally complicated life.
Charlie remembered how his wife had burst into their house, with an excited and flushed face. He remembered how Vivian had told him about Stanley’s return. Every point Charlie had put forward to avoid believing her, Vivian had put two points forward as to why he should believe their son had come back.
Charlie was reserved. After Stanley’s death, he had locked himself in and indulged in small things to keep him distracted. It worked; he barely thought of him much. Charlie couldn’t completely erase him from his life though. Someone close to you can’t just be forgotten when you want them to be. That’s the worst part.
Love again, his friends had been repeating to him. It wasn’t that easy.
Charlie spent a lot of time deliberating why he had refused to believe at first. He had wondered how this sudden appearance after ten years could change their lives, as Vivian put it, would change him. All his friends had told him that he deserved a break, and this would be a ‘breath of fresh air’ for him. They certainly do hope that Charlie would shake out of his responsibilities and thoroughly enjoy the rest of his life.
Pleasure was an exquisite luxury to him. One that came at a price. Charlie just hoped he would manage to enjoy this while he could. It was a pretty straightforward situation. His life was finally back home and he was going to do everything in his power to keep him there.
Charlie guessed that in time he would see what he had truly got himself into.
Slowly, he took his phone out, clicking in a number he had memorized. Three rings, and then a male voice came from the other end.
“Charlie.” Stanley’s voice came from the other end.
“Dad, you mean.” Charlie said, rubbing his temples.
“What do you want?” He hissed. “I’m busy.”
“We have sent Doctor Chen away…” he started, but Stanley cut him off.
“Oh, so you finally chose your son over that horrible doctor. Forgot about what you promised me, haven’t you?” he said with bitterness in his voice.
“Stanley Douglass. You will not talk to me like this,” Charlie said sternly.
Stanley was still his child, after all. After his disappearance, he had taken to blaming himself for it.
“Oh, sure thing, Dad,” Stanley said sarcastically.
“Are you coming or what?” A male voice came from the other end.
“Who is that, Stanley?” Charlie said, his instincts taking over instantaneously.
“No one you need to know about.” He hissed. In a muffled noise, Charlie could hear him say “I’m coming! Relax, will you?”
“Stanley, what is going on?” Charlie repeated.
“None of your business, dad.”
“Stanley, I’m your father. You have to keep me informed.” Charlie tried again, all his strength evaporating.
Stanley sighed, irritated. “You can't control me anymore, Dad. End of discussion.”
“It will be the end of the discussion when I tell you it is,” Charlie said, keeping his voice composed and controlled, even though it was on the verge of cracking.
“Bye, Dad. Enjoy your evening.” Stanley hung up the phone.
Charlie looked at the phone screen. A tear threatened to escape, but he blinked it away. Like always, Charlie didn’t cry. He just drowned in anger and regret.
What was he supposed to do now? It felt like he was losing his son again. Stanley had just returned home and Charlie wanted their family to be whole again. He could not forget the happy times they had all together ten years ago and if letting Stanley do this would bring them back, so be it.
Chapter 24
Ten years ago…
The red rays of the setting sun bathed the car in red dust through the wet windows, creating an atmosphere of warmth and softness. Tim was enjoying the heat on his face and slowly awakening from his dream.
In the front seats, Stanley was driving towards the low sun, while Sarah was talking to him,
Charlie remembered how his wife had burst into their house, with an excited and flushed face. He remembered how Vivian had told him about Stanley’s return. Every point Charlie had put forward to avoid believing her, Vivian had put two points forward as to why he should believe their son had come back.
Charlie was reserved. After Stanley’s death, he had locked himself in and indulged in small things to keep him distracted. It worked; he barely thought of him much. Charlie couldn’t completely erase him from his life though. Someone close to you can’t just be forgotten when you want them to be. That’s the worst part.
Love again, his friends had been repeating to him. It wasn’t that easy.
Charlie spent a lot of time deliberating why he had refused to believe at first. He had wondered how this sudden appearance after ten years could change their lives, as Vivian put it, would change him. All his friends had told him that he deserved a break, and this would be a ‘breath of fresh air’ for him. They certainly do hope that Charlie would shake out of his responsibilities and thoroughly enjoy the rest of his life.
Pleasure was an exquisite luxury to him. One that came at a price. Charlie just hoped he would manage to enjoy this while he could. It was a pretty straightforward situation. His life was finally back home and he was going to do everything in his power to keep him there.
Charlie guessed that in time he would see what he had truly got himself into.
Slowly, he took his phone out, clicking in a number he had memorized. Three rings, and then a male voice came from the other end.
“Charlie.” Stanley’s voice came from the other end.
“Dad, you mean.” Charlie said, rubbing his temples.
“What do you want?” He hissed. “I’m busy.”
“We have sent Doctor Chen away…” he started, but Stanley cut him off.
“Oh, so you finally chose your son over that horrible doctor. Forgot about what you promised me, haven’t you?” he said with bitterness in his voice.
“Stanley Douglass. You will not talk to me like this,” Charlie said sternly.
Stanley was still his child, after all. After his disappearance, he had taken to blaming himself for it.
“Oh, sure thing, Dad,” Stanley said sarcastically.
“Are you coming or what?” A male voice came from the other end.
“Who is that, Stanley?” Charlie said, his instincts taking over instantaneously.
“No one you need to know about.” He hissed. In a muffled noise, Charlie could hear him say “I’m coming! Relax, will you?”
“Stanley, what is going on?” Charlie repeated.
“None of your business, dad.”
“Stanley, I’m your father. You have to keep me informed.” Charlie tried again, all his strength evaporating.
Stanley sighed, irritated. “You can't control me anymore, Dad. End of discussion.”
“It will be the end of the discussion when I tell you it is,” Charlie said, keeping his voice composed and controlled, even though it was on the verge of cracking.
“Bye, Dad. Enjoy your evening.” Stanley hung up the phone.
Charlie looked at the phone screen. A tear threatened to escape, but he blinked it away. Like always, Charlie didn’t cry. He just drowned in anger and regret.
What was he supposed to do now? It felt like he was losing his son again. Stanley had just returned home and Charlie wanted their family to be whole again. He could not forget the happy times they had all together ten years ago and if letting Stanley do this would bring them back, so be it.
Chapter 24
Ten years ago…
The red rays of the setting sun bathed the car in red dust through the wet windows, creating an atmosphere of warmth and softness. Tim was enjoying the heat on his face and slowly awakening from his dream.
In the front seats, Stanley was driving towards the low sun, while Sarah was talking to him,
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