Read Online Sugar Valley (Hollywood's Darkest Secret) by Stephen Andrew Salamon - Free Book Online Page A

angry voice.
    Jose’s father was still confused. He didn’t
want to realize his son’s ambition, his dream, and his running away
from Ridge Crest. But, he jumped into the argument and shouted in
tumult, “My son would never want that either, he’s a fisherman.”
Mr. Rodrigo was in denial, in hiding about his son’s ambition; he
didn’t want to accept it. His anger grew even more, along with the
rest of the dads, when he realized he couldn’t argue with Jose
about his dream, only because he wasn’t there anymore to have a
chance at the battle. The fathers lost control, charge, and that
allowed their anger to get the best of them. In a way, they weren’t
only aggravated about their sons leaving, but they were aggravated
about not being able to stop them from going, escaping their
grasps. The only dad who wasn’t that upset at this trial, this
case, was Maria’s. Her father just stood at the top of his porch,
watching this argument, like someone staring at a boxing match
getting ready to begin.
    “What are you trying to say? Are you trying
to say it was my son’s idea?” Mr. O’Conner questioned. Pete was so
aggravated, so out of it, that he wanted to let them know he still
was in charge of his son’s life. But the thing was, in reality, his
son was in control now, and this caused an extremely high anger to
contrive in his mind, and their minds.
    Maria slowly looked away from her mother and
stared at the fathers in back of her. But suddenly, she looked back
at her parents. The fear of the argument was too frightful to show
her presence to the fathers.
    “Listen, your boy probably just ran away and
wrote you a fake letter,” mentioned Mr. Schultz. Jack didn’t want
to believe that his son Damen ran away with his own free will to
guide him. Yet he did, and the realization of that was slowly
sinking into his head, as well as the other two.
    Mr. Rodrigo stepped on the porch for a second
and agreed with Jack, mentally. “Yeah, my boy is sleeping in his
own bed right now, so I know he didn’t go,” he stated, stepping off
the porch at the same time. He stood next to Jack and stared at
Pete O’Conner, waiting for another explanation on why he was saying
their boys ran away.
    “So, you two don’t believe me?” questioned
Pete. He slowly picked up his gun, while Jack and Mr. Rodrigo
looked at him with some fear, the fear of why he was grabbing the
rifle. Pete turned toward the door of Maria’s house, put the gun
next to it, and asked, “You want to read the note?” Maria then got
up from the porch step and walked slowly toward her door; she
didn’t want to be out there when they read the note, the goodbyes
that would get her in trouble. Pete retrieved the letter from his
pocket that Darell wrote, and handed it to Jack first. Jose’s dad
waited impatiently for him to finish reading, and started to
tighten his fists; he was stressed.
    When Jack finished, he threw the letter at
Pete and shouted, “Your boy is behind this, not mine. Damen is
twenty-one years old; he already chose the profession of farming.
Darell’s just messed up in the head, is all. He probably made this
whole letter up. He probably added Jose and Damen in this letter so
you wouldn’t be as mad.” Jack’s words, his loud meaning, caused
Pete to look at his gun for a moment. Pete was agitated, angered,
stressed, and nervous; he was capable of doing anything at this
point.
    Pete then walked off the porch, very calmly,
and stepped up to Jack in a very close manner. “My boy is not
messed up, you low-class farmer,” Pete yelled. He punched Jack in
the face, causing Maria to show tears. Jack fell on the ground,
causing all sorts of insects to fly out from underneath him, and
stared at the sunlight with madness in his gaze.
    Mr. Rodrigo picked up the letter and read it
in a fast motion, a speedy way. As he read it, Jack Schultz roared,
“You’re dead.” He jumped up from the warm ground and added, “Your
son, Darell, is nothing but a