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I am working through the story that I created during November, trying to put it all together and decide how I want to tell the story. Part of this process involves shaping the characters as well. This week, I worked a piece around The Prompt from Sara at Mum Turned Mom. It can be a really useful exercise. The prompt was ‘I read the news today’ and it fits with a scene where my character comes home after spending two nights in custody, after being arrested in connection with his girlfriend’s disappearance.
‘I am so sorry.’ Dillon said, as his stepmother threw her arms around him. He was barely through the front door. Relieved to be home after his ordeal, he would have done anything to feel his own mother’s arms around him to make him feel safe and secure, like a child again. Knowing that was not possible and never would be made his heart ache. At age 18, Dillon was anything but a child. His tall, six feet, two frame meant that he towered over most people. When Moira gave him a hug, he had to lean down towards her. She smelt of her usual strong perfume, the one that always got up his nose and made him feel a bit light headed. It did little to comfort him, not like the smell of vanilla and fresh baked bread would have – the warm safe feeling that was his own mum.
‘It’s ok, my love, we’ll get through this.’ Moira did her best, she really did. And his dad cared for her, that much was obvious. He had been hopelessly lost on his own. He needed looking after.
‘But everyone saw me being taken away. It must be all over town by now.’ Dillon didn’t care what anyone thought about him, but he knew how proud Moira and his dad were.
‘Yes, son they did,’ Dillon’s dad said, as he stepped forward to give his son a pat on the back and his signature manly handshake. ‘Don’t you worry about them though; I’ll deal with that lot.’
Dillon knew that his dad was trying to ease his guilt and was grateful for that, but he could see the strain etched across his features.
‘Listen,’ Moira piped in, ‘I’ve made steak pie, your favourite and apple crumble and custard. Come and eat and let’s try and forget about all this nonsense, at least for a few hours anyway.’
Dillon forced a smile. That was his dad’s favourite food not his. Moira was no match for his mum’s cooking, or maybe he was just biased, he wasn’t sure, but he had to admit that the smell coming from the kitchen was pretty amazing and was definitely going some way towards taking his mind off everything that had happened.
‘With a full stomach, the world looks like a different place,’ his dad said. It’s what his mum had always said and although it made him feel sad to hear those words, they echoed a reminder of what it felt like to be home. Dillon could feel himself relaxing due to the familiarity of it all. Being in a cell for two nights had taken its toll on him. He had hardly slept and his neck and shoulders ached from trying to sleep on the hard, thin mattress.
‘You look exhausted darling,’ Moira said.
‘Stop fussing over him, Moira, he’s not sick.’
‘I know, Ed, I’m just worried about him after what he’s been through.’
‘I’m fine, just tired,’ Dillon said. He finished his food then got up from the table, walking over to sit on the sofa and grabbing the newspaper from the coffee table before he sat down. He didn’t notice his parents exchanged a cringing glance just before turning it over to look at the front page.
LOCAL MAN DETAINED FOR QUESTIONNING IN RELATION TO THE DISAPPEARANCE OF AIMEE LAND.
Dillon read the headline again, and then looked down to see the picture of the police officer shoving him into the back of the police car. He scanned the rest of the report.
‘Aimee’s boyfriend, Dillon Woods, was arrested and taken for questioning but was later released without charge.’
There, the words were in black and white for all to see – released without charge. Would that be enough to silence his critics, Dillon wondered. There were two camps forming in their small and insular town. One that believed Aimee had run away and was living on the streets in London or some other city. The other group believed that she was dead – murdered and that it was only a matter of time before someone found her body. His arrest wouldn’t have done much good to silence that particular group and Dillon doubted that his release would either.
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