Go Home Before Christmas

Dean, I met Ryder today."

As soon as he entered the door, Dean was informed of the unexpected news by Aunt Rachel.

In the morning, he came from Sean. Dr. Murphy heard about her brother Ryder for the first time, and Aunt Rachel bumped into him in the evening.

In this regard, Dean also had to sigh that the world was too small, or that Youngston was too small.

"Aunt Rachel, have you said anything to him?" Dean asked calmly.

Rachel shook her head in frustration. "He didn't say anything. He saw me and ran away, just the moment I looked up."

"Then don't worry about him. The sins he has committed should be handed over to God for judgment. If he repents his life for what he has done, he deserves it.

Despite the complex senses of Ryder, Dean can distinguish right from wrong. He is responsible for the death of his mother Catherine.

If there were no these things, there might not be a series of accidents, so I don't have to run around for it.

In the past few nights, Dean often dreamed of his mother Caitlin serving flowers and plants on the garden lawn or preparing handmade snacks in the kitchen.

Although it is not his personal experience, who can distinguish between reality and illusion in the dream? The picture of the past life unfolded one by one, and everything was vivid in his mind. When he woke up, Dean's face was already cool.

Because of Ryder, a happy family is now fragmented. Of course, Dean will not sympathize with the experience of an addict who caused all this.

Seeing Dean's cold expression, Aunt Rachel stopped talking.

"Dean, Caitlin's grave is full of flowers every time I go. I think that..."

"Auntie, I'm hungry." Dean doesn't understand why Aunt Rachel, who never mentioned this topic in the past, is obsessed with a person who made a big mistake today.

Feeling Dean's resistance, Aunt Rachel staggered her eyes and nodded silently, "I'm going to prepare."

"He's not doing well." The moment Dean went upstairs, Aunt Rachel's voice came from the kitchen.

...

"Dean, are you ready? The time we agreed on is ten o'clock. If you miss it, it will be very troublesome.

In Ford's old car, Frank rolled down the window and urged upstairs.

"Uncle Frank, right now~!" Then there was a thumping sound of going downstairs.

"Dean, although you're on vacation now, it's better not to be too late at night." Rachel couldn't help complaining when she saw Dean rushing out of the room with a pair of panda eyes.

"Sorry, Aunt Rachel, I checked the information too late last night." There is no time during the day, and Dean can only take time at night to write the code of the classified website.

"Oh, I thought it was a sequela of watching adult paid programs." Frank blinked and showed Dean a man-in-understand look.

"Frank, it seems that we haven't had a passionate enough night for a long time. Is this also a sequela of adult paid programs, ah?"

"Honey, my big bird is already hungry and thirsty~!"

"Please, Uncle Frank, Aunt Rachel, I'm still in the car." Dean, who was sitting in the back row, protested.

"Dean, it's time for you to find a girlfriend." Frank and Rachel turned their heads at the same time and gave him a fatal blow.

"Okay," Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't say anything."

Today, Dean and Aunt Rachel are going to the east suburbs of Youngstown, where there is a prison in Mahonning County, where Dean's father, Pete, was detained.

It's been more than a week since I returned to Youngstown. It's time to meet my dad who has caused me a series of troubles.

Visits can only be made by one person at a time, and there is no doubt that Dean is going in.

Frank and Rachel have visited Frank more than once, but Dean has never seen his father since his mother Caitlin's funeral.

When Pete, wearing an orange prison uniform, with a beard and messy hair, was brought out by the prison guards, Dean almost didn't know his father.

This is more than a little bit different from Peter in his memory. His neat hair, clean beard, and confident look are all gone.

A somewhat swollen cheek even makes people wonder if he is taking drugs here?

"Kid, you look surprised. I haven't seen him for a month, and I don't remember what my father looks like? Peter, who seems to be cynical, has the leisure to joke.

"Seeing you lively, at least I don't have to worry about you being made unable to walk by some nigger."

"F*ukYou, Dean! You know too little about your father. It's only someone else who can't walk, not me!"

Aha, it's him, that's right.

After the two greeted each other, the atmosphere unexpectedly became silent.

"I'm sorry, boy. I didn't expect to meet you in such a place one day." Peter lowered his eyes and spread out his hands. But fortunately, it's me in it, not you.

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't sound bad."

"Why, are you still blaming me for insisting on letting you choose the University of Cleveland instead of the Ohio State University you like?"

Although he looked indifferent, Peter still felt a little guilty about Dean.

Dean likes computers, which is something the whole family knows. He wants to major in computer science at Ohio State University most.

Ohio State University is much better than Cleveland State University. Top 50 in the United States, a veritable first-class university.

With Dean's results, not to mention Ohio State University, it is not impossible to be in the Top 10.

However, all of these are not as good as the full scholarship of Cleveland State University. Dean's family is short of money, which is also known to the whole family.

My mother's medicine all year round and the never late loan made Daddy Pete unable to support Dean's choice of his favorite university.

In fact, Dean is very sensible. He has excellent grades, but he did not choose expensive private universities or well-known universities outside the state.

His goal is only the best university in Ohio, because he knows that he can't afford to go to out-of-state universities.

Two or three thousand dollars a year is enough to go to college in the state, but if you go out of state, the cost will be at least two to three times.

Of course, all this was doomed when Cleveland State University approved his full prize application.

At this moment, Dean smiled relievedly when he heard his father's old story again.

"Dad, I'm going to transfer next year."

"Oh~" Pete looked up at him in surprise. "Really? That's great."

"But..." Peter said hesitantly, "Which university are you going to? I recommend Ohio State University. It's better not to go out of state.

It's not that the out-of-state universities are not good, but that they are closer to home in the state, right? In this way, we can drive fishing together on weekends, or go boating in Lake Erie, and even the strip club you have always wanted to see before. I can go with you..."

"I'm going to Stanford." Dean interrupted his father's chatter.

"Stanford..." Pete touched his face unnaturally. "Is that a private university?"

Dean nodded.

"Dean" Pete sighed long, "You know, I just lost my job. This means..."

"I know, Dad." Dean didn't let him say that. The most embarrassing thing for a man was that I didn't have money.

"What?"

"I mean, I will make my own money to go to Stanford for tuition."

"That's a private university, Dean. Do you know how much it means?" Peter thought he had heard it wrong.

"I know," Dean nodded. "And I'm not far from the goal."

"MotherF*cker, boy, I won't see you in prison, will I?" Peter didn't calm down. "Listen to me, Dean, this place is not suitable for you, really. You don't want to experience that kind of treatment.

"Refer, Dad. I want to go to college, not go to prison. I know what I'm doing.

"It's better, otherwise I can't stop the two niggers."

Dean raised his eyebrows and then laughed.

"OK, just laugh, boy, your father, I'm charming at any time and anywhere."

"Oh, it seems that some people enjoy it in prison and don't want to go home early, ah?" Dean nodded, as if he suddenly realized.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Peter was keenly caught in his voice.

Your case will be in court in a week, and the union lawyers are very confident that it will be a C-level misdemeanor. If you are lucky, maybe you can go home before Christmas.

Dean didn't sell and told Pete the results of his operation during this period and Wadena.

Because Peter got a hint from his lawyer, his tone had been tight, and he resolutely protested against the police's alcohol test on him involuntarily.

Because he pleaded guilty and Aunt Rachel mobilized community workers to the county police station to protest, the police also had a headache about Peter's stinky shit.

They also want to finish the case before Christmas and then happily spend their families on vacation.

So the police department is already planning to tempt Pete to plead guilty with a meewful crime, at this time Sean. If Murphy cooperates again, then the C-level plea is far away.

"F*ck! I knew that I was wronged!" Peter, who heard the news, immediately stood up excitedly.

His sudden movement made the prison guard behind him subconsciously put his hand on the linster.

"Hey! Hey! Dude, I mean no harm. Peter raised his hands high, "I'm just too excited."

After appeasing the prison guards, Peter lowered his voice and came to the glass, "Dean, you are my good son. I knew you were a genius!"

"Don't be in a hurry to get excited. There is another news. Do you want to listen to it together?"

"Is it because the police wronged me that the federal government is going to compensate me?" Pete opened his arms optimistically.

"Do I know where Ryder is?"

Dean's words made Peter calm down in an instant.

Unexpectedly, Peter did not show too much anger. He was just calm and silent.

I don't know how long it took for him to raise his head again. Have you ever seen him?"

Dean shook his head. "I just heard some news about him, but my aunt met him, but he ran away before I could say a word."

"Of course he will run," Peter laughed twice. "That fool was sold and didn't know how to resist. He became what he is today because of his weakness and incompetence!"

"My aunt said that he might not be doing well."

"That's unexpected. I'm not surprised at all." Peter cursed that he hated iron and steel.

The time for the visit will soon come, and the prison guard is also reminding Peter that it is time to go back.

Before getting up and going in, Peter turned his head and said inexplicably, "If you have time, go and see him."