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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Contest Entry · #2171538
Blameless is out to find answers about his family.
"What do you think I should do?" said Janet, sitting next to the open window.

"If he contacts you again," said Merwin, "tell him that he is not a part of this family anymore. He has no family. Hitting a woman was his death sentence."

"Okay," said Janet. "Is there anything else you want me to say?"

"Is there anything else you wish to say?" said Merwin.

It was a rather warm day in October as the Denny family sat together, talking to each other about times past. There was nothing left of them except for fierce hatred. Nothing left to think about except pain. There was no one left to hear their cries, except for a nameless, faceless ether.

"I don't ever want to see his ugly face again," said Bradby, the little brother. "And I don't care what nobody tells me. He didn't go to college not one day. He spent every day sitting here, doing nothing, while the rest of us worked."

It was afternoon, and the warm air gave way to a powerful breeze that came along by lake Tobbahachuan. Nothing and no one could come between the bond that was had between man and nature. Nothing could change man's nature, for better or for worse.

"Where is my family?" said Blameless, standing halfway across town in the local records department.
"You can't keep me away from them. They and I are one."

"I don't know what kind of psych ward you came from," said the receptionist, "but you're not getting anything from me."

The day was plugging away as Blameless made his way down Front street to visit his old friends. With little fanfare, he rang the bell. No answer. It was okay. He would soon make his way down to the movie theatre to see a movie he had been avoiding, Crazy Rich Asians. Afterwards, he gave his sister a call.

"Sis, how's mom doing?" said Blameless. "Is she okay?"

"You've got a lot of nerve calling us," said Janet, holding her three-month-old child in her arms. "Mom said that you should've killed yourself before you hit a woman. A man that hits a woman is no longer a man!"

"My life was in danger!" said Blameless, looking out the window of River East 21. "I probably saved her life. If she had tried that on a real man, he would've."

"He would've been thrown out on his but, just like you were," said Janet. "Now go away! Lose this number! We don't care what you do, just don't come back!"

The sun was beginning to go down. Though there was no sign of rain, it was getting rather chilly outside.
The people in the street walked briskly from place to place, following a set path. No one knew what would soon happen .

"Janet," said Blameless, trying to hide his tears. "You know me. You knew me. How could you think-"

"It doesn't matter what people think," said Janet. "It matters what they do. Go away!"

She hung up.

Blameless stood there, not knowing exactly where he was going, nor how he was going to get there. Something clicked inside of Blameless. It was a feeling of relief. No more judgment. From now on it would be just him and nobody else. No one would come between him and his happiness. No one would ever harm him again. He would make sure of it.

"Shame. Shame that you've lost your family," said an old stranger, passing by. "You should've done as we commanded."

"Done what exactly," said Blameless.

"We in this community work really hard," said the old man. "We don't like it when ruffians come walking through our neighborhoods, scaring our wives. You shouldn't show your face in this city now. In fact, you can't. You're a woman-beater."

The air was smooth and led in a gentle breeze through the streets as Blameless stood there, contemplating his next move.

"Oh, by the way, young Blameless," said the old man. "Now that you're a criminal and can't get a job, I'd be more careful who I voted for."

"What are you talking about," said Blameless. "What's voting got to do with this?"

"Well," said the old man. "You are a ward of the state, a violent criminal; incapable of supporting yourself or contributing to society. If it weren't for welfare, you would starve. And you will, if Teargen doesn't get elected."

"That doesn't matter to me," said Blameless. "Vote for whoever you want."

That night, Blameless went home to his apartment by the lake and logged on to Ancestry.com. He opened his family Bible, which he had managed to take with him when he was thrown out. Luckily, the rest of his family didn't care about history, so didn't miss it.

After logging in, Blameless went to the search function and typed in "Arthur Blameless Bentley III". A few name showed up. One man was a former slave who lived in Mississippi, but his lineage didn't match. Another was an immigrant from Australia. Probably not the right person. Lastly, he found a man who had died too early to be his relation. By chance, he happened to look up at his Ancestry.com notifications. They were glowing red. He didn't want to click too soon, so he waited a few questions, and then clicked.

"Ancestry DNA Completed: View Here," said the message. He then made for the link and clicked it. Right there, shining in his face, was his ancestor. Arthur Dunen Turnenbaum? Where did he know that name from? He quickly Googled it. The first link to show up was a news article from early twentieth century. Arthur was apparently a man who had been the first in his family to go to college, just like blameless. And also, like blameless, he had been thrown out of his family at the age of twenty.

"Why does history always repeat? When can we break the cycle," said Blameless. "I need answers if I'm going forward."
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