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room, he said, “I have to give you guys something to drink, and I know what you want to drink, so wait for me just a few more minutes. I‘ll be right back.” He left.
“He seems so different,” commented Kay.
“He is a different man, and he‘ll never again be who he used to be,” Kim said. “Heber really took care of his biggest problems and renewed him.”
“Haggai did, too,” commented Robinson. “The Brady twins took care of all of his financial problems. They really liked him when they met him.”
“Constantine was always a nice man. It‘s just that he was making all the wrong decisions and hurting people for no real reason, and that was because he needed help. He was hurt in the past, physically and verbally abused, every day, starting at a very early age. When you go through all of that at such a tender age, it never stops, and you don‘t get help or try to escape, that can really warp your mind. I know humans who have gone through that and grown up to be criminals. Imagine what that would do to someone like Constantine. Whatever negative effects it has, it‘s a thousand times worse for someone like that,” said Kim.
“Unfortunately, you couldn‘t be more right,” said Robinson. “I thank God that none of that happened to me. I grew up with a loving family, underground, and despite what we had to endure, hiding from everyone up here for the fear of hurting them and the fear that they‘d never accept us, we always stayed together and pulled through. We supported each other.”
“You don‘t know how many families in this world wish they could be like the Bennett family,” said Kim.
A few minutes later, Constantine came back to the living room with the drinks. He got lemonade for him, Sprite for Robinson, hot chocolate for Kay, and Coke for Kim. Kim didn‘t know it, but despite having caffeine, the glass of Coke wouldn‘t make her lose any sleep tonight because Constantine had altered it a little bit just to keep that from happening. The caffeine would have no effect on Kim or Kay. It would just be there, like something that gave these drinks their colors. Each one of them took their drinks. With his glass of lemonade, Constantine sat beside Kim once again.
“Constantine, we‘re not going to be here very long because we know that you have to get up very early tomorrow morning, and every morning, seven days a week, from this moment on,” said Robinson.
“As a matter of fact, if you want to wake up rested tomorrow morning, you should be in bed by now,” Kim said.
“Don‘t worry about me. I‘m going to be fine. Besides, I could never dismiss you. I‘ve been waiting to talk to you guys. I have a few things on my mind, and you have to know before today ends.”
“Make it quick because you have to rest. We‘re just going to drink what we‘ve got in our hands and leave,” said Kay.
“Well, don‘t leave without knowing that…” he sighed. “…that I‘m really sorry for all the things I did to you. I wish Carlos were here so I could apologize to him as well.” The bell rang and they were all astounded.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Kim commented, grinding her teeth, somewhat scared. “Don‘t ever wish anything bad upon anybody, Constantine.”
Constantine got up from the sofa once again. “I won‘t. I promise.” He walked out of the living room and walked that hallway until he got to the front door. He opened it and gasped. It was Carlos.