Common Duty

Common Duty

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Carrie has sole custody of her younger brother, a twelve year old in a twenty-two year old body. Caleb struggles with daily life and acceptance and Carrie struggles with keeping him out of trouble. Can an unlikely source help her straighten things out with her brother and help her see that men aren't out to break her heart at the same time? This is one of my lighter stories, nothing too crazy just a simple romance to take my mind out of the gutter for a while. I hope you enjoy.

Summary

Carrie has sole custody of her younger brother, a twelve year old in a twenty-two year old body. Caleb struggles with daily life and acceptance and Carrie struggles with keeping him out of trouble. Can an unlikely source help her straighten things out with her brother and help her see that men aren't out to break her heart at the same time?
This is one of my lighter stories, nothing too crazy just a simple romance to take my mind out of the gutter for a while. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Caleb

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Submitted: March 20, 2018

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Carrie rushed into the police station with purpose. With her younger brother in trouble again, she wasn’t sure what to expect. It wasn’t unusual for him to get into mischief with younger kids and usually tagging or trashing someone’s property had been the extent of it. After a series of conversations with staff that gave no answers and a twenty minute wait she was greeted by an officer whose name tag read ‘Davis’. When he explained that he found Caleb in a stolen car with three other teenagers she felt her heart sink to her stomach, this was way more trouble than he’d ever been in before.

“The three teens were charged and released to their parents.” Davis finished.

B“Where is Caleb?” She bit out frustrated. She watched another officer join the first one, he was much older and larger with a beard. His tag read: Malone.

“He’s in interrogation at the moment but he’s not very cooperative.” Officer Davis didn’t appear to be upset by this news, it was just a fact to him. Maybe not the first time he had an uncooperative person in his room. What the officer didn’t know was Caleb wasn’t a usual suspect, he was mentally disabled and unable to cooperate for a man his age.

She sucked in an impatient breath before she bit out. “He is disabled he won’t tell you a thing till someone he trust tells him too.”

“Disabled?” Malone retorted. “He doesn’t look it.”

“Mentally. He isn’t all there mentally. Why are you talking to him without his attorney anyway?”

“He refused one.” The bearded man stated with a smug twist to his lips.

“Jesus!” She threw up an exasperated hand. “Well you’re dealing with a kid. He doesn’t understand his rights. Trust me. Anything he’s said up to this point will be thrown out. He isn’t capable of making his own decisions.” She hoped that much was true, she didn’t want Caleb admitting to things that might make his situation worse.

Both officers looked at each other then back to her. The bearded mans face turned red and he walked off without another word. Davis continued to stand in front of her crossing his arms as if trying to study her. She didn’t have time for games. “I have a lawyer meeting me here. He can sort this out.”

 

Nate eyed the woman as she stood impatiently tapping her foot with her eyes glaring at him. “We’d still like to talk to your brother. If he helps us we can ask the prosecutor to lessen his charges.”

She nodded. “What did he do?”

He pointed to a seat and sat beside her.

“He and three young men stole a government vehicle and we found several items that had been reported stolen earlier today from a construction site.”

She shook her head in frustration as she rubbed her face.

“It’s not really the boys we want. It’s whoever is telling them what to do, they are doing more than just average kid prank stuff. We are certain it’s a parent of one of the boys but we need proof.”

“Look. He’ll tell you everything he knows if you give me a minute to talk with him but not until our lawyer gets here.”

Nate nodded and stood. “We can wait.”

“Can I see him? He’s probably scared right now.”

He shook his head. “Not till your lawyer gets here.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s procedure. I can’t have you in there telling him what to say.” He gave a small tilt to his lips to let her know it wasn’t personal.

She sat back frustrated. When she had called Frank at eleven at night, he wasn’t happy about it. But she had no choice. Frank Fuller had been one of her dad’s closest friends and the only person she knew to call. She had already been frantic at eight when Caleb hadn’t come home. Caleb was twenty-two but he was about as mature as a twelve year old.

 

Nate watched his uncle walk into the room. The lady had definitely chosen wisely. Frank Fuller was a damn good lawyer, with the ability to defend when necessary and he turned down cases when he knew he couldn’t win, not out of fear of losing but out of a desire to only help those that truly needed it. He didn’t mess around with low lives no matter how much money they insisted on paying. After talking to Frank and retelling the situation he allowed the older sister and Frank to talk to the young man for less than two minutes and satisfied that her brother wouldn’t be charged more than a misdemeanor she assured Officer Davis her brother would tell them everything he knew and he did. The punks who took advantage of his disability didn’t know he could be so valuable to their investigation. He had a great memory, he talked about dates and times and remembered every name and description but couldn’t recall any license plate numbers or address but they had enough to follow leads.

Carrie paced the hallway as she waited for her brother to get his statement out. Her biggest fear was that one day he would end up in the wrong situation following the wrong people. Teenage boys had often taken advantage of his naïvety, Caleb didn’t always understand right from wrong, he always assumed if someone asked him to do something then he should do it.

As the bearded officer finished up with Caleb and the attorney, she found herself facing the quiet officer from earlier. He stopped to talk to her.

“I apologize for earlier. We weren’t aware of your brother’s condition.”

“Why wasn’t he given a phone call or a lawyer?”

He answered honestly.  “He refused. We read him his rights.”

“Don’t you check for medical conditions or something?” She asked annoyed at the situation more than the officer. Now that she had time to calm down and just wait she had time to study Officer Davis. He was fit and maybe a foot taller than her. He seemed pleasant as he spoke and his facial features were hard but not intimidating. 

The officer chuckled but quickly cleared his throat before he answered. “No. Our investigation is usually time critical. I would recommend a medical bracelet if you felt that would be helpful.”

She glared at him. “He has one. He just keeps losing it.” She shrugged defeated.

“Well. I can assure you that I will inform everyone here and if something happens again we’ll be sure to call you.”

She nodded, not really in the mood to thank him for trying to be kind. She dreaded the next time and the time after that. Suddenly tired she plopped down in a near by chair. She’d been up since five am and she had to be up early again in the morning and it was already midnight. She needed sleep or she wouldn’t function later today.

“I’m going to ask the prosecutor to drop the charges in lieu of his help. I think he’ll agree. Your brother was very useful.”

His voice had been close to her head as if he was leaning over her. When she opened her eyes he was squatting, resting on his calves in front of her. He straightened and sat beside her as they waited for Caleb.

“Tell me about your brother’s condition.” He prompted as he pointed his head toward the room Caleb currently occupied along with Frank and Officer Malone.

She looked at him not really wanting to explain but maybe it would help her keep him out of trouble with the prosecutor. She took a deep breath telling the well rehearsed story yet again. “He had meningitis when he was nine months old, he suffered brain damage and later he had seizures that contributed to his disability, made things worse.” She sat back and turned to look at the officer, studying his features as she spoke. “Mentally he’s between the ages of ten and eleven. He does improve occasionally but it’s not easy to get things to stick in his brain. He has a hard time socially and he’s easy prey for the neighborhood kids. They don’t understand his situation and the older he gets the less they relate to him so it causes more problems, he struggles to find friends that are his age mentally because he looks like an adult.” She stopped talking to let that information sink in. The door to the room swung open and the bearded officer walked off. Caleb and Frank came out.

Carrie watched as Frank greeted the officer like they were family. When the officer called him Uncle Frank it made sense. Frank informed her that Caleb was free to go but she should keep him home until this trouble passes. Carrie’s heart sank, it was nearly impossible to keep Caleb home while she was at work. Maybe she could buy him a few new video games, if he didn’t get too frustrated trying to figure them out he would stay glued to the tube all day.


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