Part 3...Johnny Dubois's Story

Johnny was born 3rd out of 6 children, the only one to live I might add, to Iva and Marty Dubois. They were a homely couple who fought more than anything else, but stayed together for lack of anything better to do. No one else would want them so they figured they may as well as stick together, after all they had met and married over 33 years ago, and not many couples could say that.



Marty was a day laborer at the local paper mill, while his wife Iva cashiered over at the towns butcher shop, Needham’s Fine Cuts. Both of them lived to eat and it showed. Marty was over 350lbs and Iva was pushing 250 herself, their health was not great, and as you can imagine it didn’t go over well with their doctor. They had both been told to lose weight or else deal with rising blood sugars, and a myriad of other health issues. Neither of them ever listened to Dr. Robert Spraul. As a result Johnny was their only child that lived. 

Dr Spraul was one of two local doctors and his practice catered to the older and fatter crowd, specifically the diabetic crowd. Most of the other locals went to Dr. Steve Kincaid M.D. He was the nicer, younger doctor who catered to pretty much everyone else, except the few that went to doctors in other towns.


Johnny was 18 and trying to finally graduate this year, even though he should have last year. He had failed and had to take his senior classes all over again. Johnny was not happy about that, not to mention embarrassed, but he would never let on how he really felt. Mostly Johnny hung out with Earl Kinkle, his best friend. Earl was 19 and a high school dropout, he was pretty much a mooch. He had odd jobs that he earned a little money from, but nothing to really bring in the money he wanted. Earl also had some jobs that were of the criminal nature, but few people really knew what he was up too. Johnny knew.


Johnny worked at the paper mill, just like his father Marty. Not because he wanted to be like his dad, there were not really any other opportunities for someone like him, so he took what he could get. The pay was not the greatest but it was money and that was all he cared about these days. He worked Tuesday-Saturday 5-11pm with Sundays and Mondays off, and payday was every Friday. Sunday was usually the day Johnny would grab Earl and find a two day party to get lost in.  


He was on a mission to get out of this small town as soon as he possibly could. Hopefully after his latest endeavor was accomplished, he’d be moving on in style. His plan was a simple one, but he would come to find out that kidnapping someone was harder to do than he first thought. It also should be given much more thought and planning than he or Earl had thought to do. Not that either of them had the brains to think it through properly.

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