Luke 11:24– the lovable Giant- BOBO, tormented by runt- “RED HEAD ARCHIE”


CHAPTER 35

Red Head Archie sat up on the small bunk at the rear of the sleeping bay at the downtown YMCA. Bunk number 777. It was BOBO’s bunk.

Archie leaned back and interlocked his tiny arms behind his neck. His greasy red hair rested ever so coarsely against a dull, declined ceiling that jutted down and gave way to the wall.

Archie had hundreds of freckles all over his face, which made him all the uglier. He also had a nervous disorder, which caused the right corner of his lip to sneer up and twitch involuntarily. This made people dislike him even more.

Like Archie’s dead brother, Gene, he always wore the same white T-shirt and leather jacket. Archie always kept a pack of cigarettes rolled up at the top of his left sleeve and pretended to be tough.

Red Head Archie was the runt member of an outcast, no-name gang up in Los Angeles. They had all vowed to kill the rat if they ever found him. He was on the run.

Earlier, Red Head Archie spotted BOBO shining shoes. Archie said to himself that he would “get that stupid nigger” when BOBO retired to the bay for the night. So he waited.

CHAPTER 36

“How we doing up there, BOBO?” Archie whispered.
BOBO’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned to see Red Head Archie close the bay door behind him.

“I… I fine, Red Head Archie… BOBO is fine.”

He yelled at BOBO.

“What’s your fucking problem, nigger? I told you not to call me that! It’s Archie! Plain and simple… just like your retarded IQ, you dope! Simple!”

BOBO defended himself, but he never could gather up the strength to look Archie in the eyes.

“BOBO is not retarded… he is only a little bit slow.”

“You’re a retard! Hear me! Repeat after me. Say it! ‘I’m a retard!’”

BOBO bit his lip and silently refused. Archie responded by jumping up and landing an open hand across BOBO’S mouth.

BOBO covered up his huge body, dropping quarters all over the bay. Archie raised his hand again.

“Say it!”

BOBO cried.

“Okay, ppp… please dd… don’t hit BOBO no more. I am a retard. BOBO is a retard.”

“That was for running to Sergeant Dick to tattle on me! You’re a god-damned sissy, you are, BOBO!”

BOBO raised his chest a little, but he still kept his hands up to ward off another one of Archie’s blows.

“Sergeant Frick!” BOBO insisted, in his friend’s defense.
“Dick! I said Sergeant Dick! You don’t fucking correct me, or I’ll whack your head open!”

Archie began smacking BOBO repeatedly now. BOBO covered up as much as he could to protect himself.

“Where’s my fucking money, huh? Give me the goddamn money!”

Archie forced his tiny, freckled fingers deep down into BOBO’s trouser pockets, and all BOBO could think to do was hysterically cry, as he was once again robbed of all his money.

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Sample Chapter 39, LUKE 11:24 (The dark obsession of a killer clergy).


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The back cover of books #1 from the Chronicles of Luke 11:24

CHAPTER 39

The other marshal stood in the middle of the kitchen looking around. There were not many places to hide. He opened the refrigerator, knowing that it would have been suicide for someone to lock themselves in there. Nothing. Because the marshal was bored, he opened up all of the cabinets. Again, nothing. Not even food. He walked over to the stove. There was a math paper on it with problems and solutions that he couldn’t understand. He studied it for a moment. The boy had been here.

Antonio drew back to sneeze, just as the marshal placed his hand around the handle of the stove. He would check it; there was nowhere else to look, so he pulled it open…

“Charlie! Let’s go!” the senior marshal yelled from the living room. It startled him, and he looked away from the opened oven and missed Antonio’s face staring up at him. The marshal let go, and the door came up and crashed hard against Antonio’s face, just as he sneezed. The noise covered him. Antonio thanked God.

“Thank you, Mrs. Florentino,” the senior marshal nodded. Diane handed him back his pen and clipboard. She was angry, but at least they left without her son. Diane wondered why they had not arrested her. They would be back.

*****

Antonio opened the bathroom door, and there was his strong mother lying in the bathtub crying like a baby. He told her that he would never let them take him away from her. He promised. Diane looked up at him. She was beginning to feel the mirth of defeat. It was as though the Devil himself was whispering sinister dooms into her empty ears. Tears burst from her eyes. “What have I done to deserve this?” she screamed in anger and covered her face. “What? What? Why, Antonio? Why is this happening to us?”

Antonio didn’t have an answer for her and knew it was better to just let her sulk in despair. He knew that a hug right now might destroy her, so he stepped back and listened hard to her pain and suffering. When the screaming became too much, he covered his ears and let the madness have its way. Antonio listened for an hour, until his mother was all cried out. Then Antonio removed his hands so the evil spirits could leave him. He tried to be strong, but somewhere in his heart, a tiny seed of hatred had been planted. It would either die, or it would forever live with him…

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