The Destiny of Nexus

Chapter-3

                                                                  *** [Phone rings] ***

                                        I was too drowsy to answer the call. I tried to get back to sleep, but the phone constantly kept ringing. It irritated me like hell. I woke up without opening my eyes completely to check who the person that doesn’t want me to sleep is. It was an unknown number. I answered the call.

‘Hello. Who is this?’

‘Am I talking to Mr Steve?’

‘Yes. This is Steve. Who are you?’

‘We are calling from the Brisbane Police Department. We                                                                                  have a person in custody who claims to know you.  Does the name David ring any bells?’

‘Oh My God! What happened to David? And why is he at the police station?’     

‘He was caught smuggling drugs. It is a serious offense, its better if you come here with a bail before we charge him with crime of drug dealing.’  

‘I’m on my way, until that please do not take any action against him. I’ll come with my lawyer.’

                                          Saying that, I cut the call, put on the clothes, grabbed my car keys, and started for the Police Department. I called my lawyer while I was driving and explained him the scenario. My lawyer said, as you know, drugs are illegal. It might be tricky to get a clean slate for him. But since we know the higher officials, it shouldn’t be that difficult. So don’t worry about it.

                                         *** [Call disconnects] ***

                                          I just know that, no matter what, I’ll get him out. But I was genuinely worried for him. I approached the department and rushed inside to see how my friend was. He was sitting on a table aside. The moment he saw me, he sighed. But he couldn’t make eye contact with me. For the first time in my life, I’ve seen him sad and also loaded with guilt. I couldn’t understand why he was guilty. I mean, he was not ashamed of what he does. The police caught him many times, but he was okay with that.  He never felt bad. Also, this is the first time I received a call like this, for the rest of times the cases were petty, so they let him go, it didn’t require my involvement. This guilt angle of him puzzled me. Meanwhile, my lawyer approached the station; he already made some contacts and was ready with the bail papers. The Chief gave me a very cold look. I tried to decode what he was thinking inside the head, "Justice does not apply to people with influence.” I thought this is what he was thinking. During the whole process, he didn’t even utter a single word. But when we were leaving, he told me, the only reason I’m letting him go is out of respect for you. If repeated, I’ll make sure that he serves a sentence. That was a sincere threat, I could sense it. I contributed to a lot of welfare programs and took part in NGO’s and maybe that’s why he respects me. 

                                           We came outside the station and sat on a bench. Before I asked him what’s wrong, he asked me to get a Ham Burger. There was an outlet for street food just around the corner. I said all right, and I started walking towards the outlet. I don’t know why, but something doesn’t feel right. My gut warned me that something wrong is about to happen. So I turned back to check if David was okay. He was walking towards the road with a disturbed mind and was not paying any attention to the vehicles that were passing by. It occurred to me like he wanted to commit suicide. With all these thoughts in my mind, I went into a trance. I came back to my senses real quick when I saw a truck heading directly towards David. My heart started pounding immensely, adrenaline pumped up, and I ran like hell towards him in order to save him. By the time I reached him, the truck was almost close, and I was certain that it will hit us and we are about to die. I hugged him and closed my eyes with only one strong thought in my mind, “The truck should be stopped.” All of a sudden my body started to warm up, and I became exhausted as if I had been working out the whole day. It perplexed me that I could still think. Either the driver pulled brakes and saved us or we were dead and it was my soul that did the thinking.                

                                               I opened my eyes and I could see that there was only a gap of one inch between the truck and us. One inch has saved us. Only then I realized the importance of a miniscule. The driver of the truck got down to see if we were alive. He looked horrified, sweating all over the body, and I had a feeling that he would cry. Instead, he lost his consciousness. He definitely thought he killed us. Maybe seeing us alive appeared impossible to him. Maybe he couldn’t take all those mixed feelings and that’s the reason he passed out. I didn’t know whom to thank, The Almighty or the driver. Well both carried out their roles correctly. On the other hand, David didn’t care if he lived or died. That bothered me.       

                                                I took him straight to my house right after the tragedy. He was on alcohol, so he slept as soon as we reached my mansion. I wanted to share this with Nyssa and Ronny, but I didn’t want them to be worried like me. Nothing had ever happened like this in front of my eyes and especially for my friends. I really needed a person to share my feeling and unburden myself.  For a moment, I thought I would lose him just like I did my parents. I cannot go through such pain all over again. I was also completely drained. Maybe that is because of the trauma or I exaggerated myself about the present situation. To be frank, I didn’t have the patience to think about anything. It’s as if my energy is completely drained out of my body. So I decided to rest hoping it would fix everything. Then I went into deep sleep.