Finding Honour: Day 1

Word Count: 7,357

Summary of Events:
Prologue:
Borden and four of his friends were driving on a rainy highway and skidded out of control, rolling and hitting an electrical pole. A Prince George police officer received a call and arrested the Frankes, a drug-dealing couple who'd been eluding the police for some time. And Borden attempted to assault his girlfriend, assaulted a male comrade, and was restrained before he could carry out the assault on his girlfriend.
Chapter 1:
Borden, now out of prison, finished up his over five thousand kilometre long drive from Nova Scotia to Mackenzie and went to his parents house to see if they'd give him a place to stay for at least a little bit, but his father refused. His mom wanted to, but his dad was persistent. Eira was told by her captors that her brother killed himself and so it was up to her —by whatever means they chose — to pay back the $60,000 he'd owed them, which she defiantly refused to do.
Chapter 2:
Borden went to his cousin Christine's house to see if she and her husband Ryan would take him in, but she refused, being as she was sure Social Services would put up a fuss, being as she and Ryan had foster children, although she gave him some food. Honour, and Ryan and Christine's younger daughters Jessica and Natalie, discussed Borden and how Honour thought that Christians shouldn't be as scaredy as they were because they had God to take care of them. The Frankes received a call from a woman allied with one of their adversaries professing she knew where their daughter was and was going to tell them without harming them, although they were sceptical of her honesty.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Her mouth was slightly open with surprise, she was blinking rather frequently, and she looked completely taken aback.
"Borden," she whispered.
He wasn't really sure what to say. She'd said it more as a statement than as if she wanted him to respond. She looked completely astounded.
"Dana?" his dad's voice called. "Dana, who's at the door?"
His mom remained silent and after a few moments Borden heard the heavy stride of his father. Then his father stepped into view, fairly tanned, strong, his blonde hair kept in a short, masculine style, his moustache — a little whiter than it las had been — still sitting stately and befitting of his trucking job on his upper lip.
His father was a lot more casual than his mom, wearing jeans — probably Levis — and a button-front plaid shirt with the top three buttons open and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Borden looked up into his dad's eyes.
They were dark, rather unemotional, and cold.
"Dana," his dad said, still holding his gaze. "Close the door.
His mom startled and turned. "But it's–"
"I don't care," his dad interrupted. "Flesh and blood as he might be, no son of mine breaks the criminal code. Close the door."
"Robert, please," his mom pleaded. "Just a few–"
"No," his dad said sharply. "Dana, you are closing the door."
"But Bor–"
"Dana!" his dad snapped.
A silence fell over them that was somewhat awkward, and yet simmering with the tension radiating out from his father. Borden felt he ought to leave. There was no sense causing any problems here. He had guessed something akin to this might take place.
"Close the door," his dad said. "He will not step foot in this house for anything at all, he has done horrible things, and I do not condone actions by anyone of my household, therefore I am not going to permit him to become a member of it."
Sighing, Borden glanced back down at his mother. She looked at him as if she were desperate, sorry, and yet also afraid. He gave a quick glance upward at his father, and then turned and headed off the doorstep.
"Borden," his mom whispered again, almost as a bit of a plea.
Before he'd reached the corner of the garage, though, he head the somewhat soft sound of the door closing. Stopping beside his car, he put a hand on the roof and sighed. As he stood there he surveyed the rest of the street. Nice, neat houses, nice, neat lawns, sure it wasn't half as rich as some places, but it was still pretty nice and fancy for being up in the woody north.
Sighing again, he opened the door to his car and slid inside. He closed the door and buckled up. Part of him wanted desperately to burst into tears, but he had to admit, he deserved what he'd gotten, a cool reception. He felt imperfect, he felt horrible, there was no reason for anyone to think him any better than he thought of himself."