Page 3 of Ringo's Silence

“Thanks, Mom.” He grins. “You think we might be able to find a place to sleep tonight that has free wifi? We could watch a movie online.”

“I’m not sure that any places here have that, Bud. We’ll see. Okay?”

He shakes his head and I grab the keys to start the ignition. I turn it over but it doesn’t do anything. I try yet again, hoping that it’ll work but it still does nothing.

“What’s wrong?” Remmy asks from the passenger seat.

“I’m not sure. I’ll see if maybe the battery cables are loose.” I pop the hood, getting out of the car.

Lifting up the hood, I look at the engine and truly wonder why it’s not killed over before now anyway. Everything is rusted under the hood and looks like it’s throwing grease everywhere.

Reaching over, I jiggle the battery cables but they are as tight as can be. My heart thumps in my chest heavily with the thought that there’s no possible way for me to fix this car yet alone get a new one if it comes to that.

There’s also no way we can stay here for longer than a couple of months. This car is our escape. The only way I can ensure that my son never has to face the reality of who his father really is.

Shutting the hood, I get back into the driver's seat with a sigh.

“Staying here then?” Remmy asks with a smile but I can still hear the disappointment in his voice.

“I’m sorry kiddo.” I can feel the tears filling up my eyes.

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “We can just watch one of the ones already downloaded.”

“Do you have enough battery?” I ask, wiping away the tears before he sees them.

“Yes ma’am. I still have the extra one that is fully charged.”

“Well, then let’s watch a movie.” I grin, grabbing our pillows from the back seat.

Chapter 2

Ringo

Getting to the clubhouse, I plan to go straight to my room for the rest of the night. I don’t want to go home to my empty house but I’m also not in the mood to try to keep up with the conversations of all the other guys from my club.

They’re really great guys and I see them all as brothers but sometimes they can be hard to be around. Mostly the unmarried guys. They still act as though they are teenagers having a party that mom and dad don’t know about.

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