Prison Stories: Friends (conclusion)
October 10th 2006 12:29
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FRIENDS, the conclusion:
The chaplain and Cheryl left the ward. As they came through the door, they were met by Dr. Miller, the prison psychiatrist. Dr. Miller extended his hand to the chaplain.
“So padre, what’s your feeling on all of this?”
The chaplain inhaled deeply. “I don’t know what to think. He didn’t want to talk to us. What’s your prognosis? Is he going to get through this?”
“Well, he’ll get over this grief eventually. I don’t think he’s suicidal, but I’m a little more worried about how he’ll deal with the police.”
Cheryl looked surprised. “The police?”
Dr. Miller nodded. “Yes, they’ve already been in touch with the Investigator...they want to question him.”
“About what?” asked Cheryl..
The chaplain looked at Cheryl. “I think when something like this happens they have to question everyone. I’m sure it’s just standard procedure.”
Dr. Miller shrugged. “Yeah, I’m sure it is too. It’s just the timing that I’m worried about...hopefully he’ll be okay. This was a very big trauma.”
“Yes, and I know he was so close to them. We’ve talked about them many times.” Cheryl added. “What a horrible thing to have happen, especially when you’re trying to help someone!”
Scott McWilliams lifted his head from the bar. “Hey...give me another one.” he slurred.
The bartender hesitated and then grabbed a bottle from the bottom shelf. He poured the whisky into a glass and placed it in front of McWilliams. “What’s your problem, buddy?”
Grabbing the glass awkwardly, McWilliams took a drink, missing his mouth at first attempt. “Problem? I got no problem...life is good.”
“Oh yeah, that’s why you’re trying to drink yourself to death.” the bartender said sarcastically.
“That’s what you think...I’m celebrating.
The bartender looked at him with curiosity.
“Yep...I killed a couple of people in Ohio...so life is good.” The bartender had shock is written on his face, but McWilliams did not notice. “It was easier than I thought it would be...I just aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. Only bad thing was he didn’t die right away, I had to shoot him again a few times. Damn old coot really resisted. Hey, give me another drink.” McWilliams downed the end of his drink.
The bartender hesitated and then picked up his glass. “Hang on...I gotta get another bottle from the back.” The bartender left the area and went to the back room. He picked up a new bottle of whisky and the phone and dialed 911. He returned to the front and placed another drink in front of McWilliams. “There you go, my friend.”
McWilliams grinned and swallows the drink straight down. “Cheers.” He laid his head down on the bar, then glanced up at the bartender. “Mind if I rest my eyes for a minute?”
“Nah, go ahead.”
A few minutes later, the police entered the bar and arrested McWilliams.
Dr. Miller sat at his big desk and looked at Tim. Tim was slumped down and looked like hell. “So, Morgan, I have some news for you today...it seems that they have caught Mr. McWilliams.”
Tim sat up. “What?”
“They caught him.”
Tim sighed deeply. “Thank God! I hope they hang him from the highest tree. He’s got to pay for what he has done!”
Dr. Miller sat quietly as Tim rambled on.
“Man, I feel better. Doc you made my day...thank you.” Tim stood up. “Thanks, Doc...I’m outta here.” With that, Tim left. Dr. Miller smiled. He knew this had to be the best news this young man could have gotten.
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FRIENDS, the conclusion:
The chaplain and Cheryl left the ward. As they came through the door, they were met by Dr. Miller, the prison psychiatrist. Dr. Miller extended his hand to the chaplain.
“So padre, what’s your feeling on all of this?”
The chaplain inhaled deeply. “I don’t know what to think. He didn’t want to talk to us. What’s your prognosis? Is he going to get through this?”
“Well, he’ll get over this grief eventually. I don’t think he’s suicidal, but I’m a little more worried about how he’ll deal with the police.”
Cheryl looked surprised. “The police?”
Dr. Miller nodded. “Yes, they’ve already been in touch with the Investigator...they want to question him.”
“About what?” asked Cheryl..
The chaplain looked at Cheryl. “I think when something like this happens they have to question everyone. I’m sure it’s just standard procedure.”
Dr. Miller shrugged. “Yeah, I’m sure it is too. It’s just the timing that I’m worried about...hopefully he’ll be okay. This was a very big trauma.”
“Yes, and I know he was so close to them. We’ve talked about them many times.” Cheryl added. “What a horrible thing to have happen, especially when you’re trying to help someone!”
Scott McWilliams lifted his head from the bar. “Hey...give me another one.” he slurred.
The bartender hesitated and then grabbed a bottle from the bottom shelf. He poured the whisky into a glass and placed it in front of McWilliams. “What’s your problem, buddy?”
Grabbing the glass awkwardly, McWilliams took a drink, missing his mouth at first attempt. “Problem? I got no problem...life is good.”
“Oh yeah, that’s why you’re trying to drink yourself to death.” the bartender said sarcastically.
“That’s what you think...I’m celebrating.
The bartender looked at him with curiosity.
“Yep...I killed a couple of people in Ohio...so life is good.” The bartender had shock is written on his face, but McWilliams did not notice. “It was easier than I thought it would be...I just aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. Only bad thing was he didn’t die right away, I had to shoot him again a few times. Damn old coot really resisted. Hey, give me another drink.” McWilliams downed the end of his drink.
The bartender hesitated and then picked up his glass. “Hang on...I gotta get another bottle from the back.” The bartender left the area and went to the back room. He picked up a new bottle of whisky and the phone and dialed 911. He returned to the front and placed another drink in front of McWilliams. “There you go, my friend.”
McWilliams grinned and swallows the drink straight down. “Cheers.” He laid his head down on the bar, then glanced up at the bartender. “Mind if I rest my eyes for a minute?”
“Nah, go ahead.”
A few minutes later, the police entered the bar and arrested McWilliams.
Dr. Miller sat at his big desk and looked at Tim. Tim was slumped down and looked like hell. “So, Morgan, I have some news for you today...it seems that they have caught Mr. McWilliams.”
Tim sat up. “What?”
“They caught him.”
Tim sighed deeply. “Thank God! I hope they hang him from the highest tree. He’s got to pay for what he has done!”
Dr. Miller sat quietly as Tim rambled on.
“Man, I feel better. Doc you made my day...thank you.” Tim stood up. “Thanks, Doc...I’m outta here.” With that, Tim left. Dr. Miller smiled. He knew this had to be the best news this young man could have gotten.
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A total different ending that was in my mind. hahahaha... guess I was too naive.
Either McWilliams forged the agreement, or Tim's a real ass and a real actor...
Anyhow, it's a good story. It shows how twisted life can be.
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McWilliams hard a harder time killing Tim's parents right? Because he kind of "confessed" and allow himself to be caught at the bar.
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Thanks for reading and commenting. See you soon.
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