Hostage

Chapter 31 - The house Part 2

Silence... nothing but silence... and the sound of Zoey's heart beating within her chest as she stood in the doorway of the house. Her feet were glued to the door mat. not wanting to enter. Now she can see why Jason didn't want her to go into the house, but knowing Zoey, she wouldn't listen unless it was her way... or no way.

Zoey gnawed on her bottom lip as she stepped one foot onto the floor, which made a creeking noise everytime you stepped onto it. The floors were wooden but very faded and scratched up. The walls had hollow spaces that looked as if someone had smashed their fists or an item of some sort into it a numerous amount of times.

Broken glass was scattered all over the floor, it was from a picture frame of some sort. Grafitti of explicit language were spray painted all over the walls. Everything was run down, and there was not one thing in that house that was useable. Everything was torn apart into shreds.

About a few years ago, Jason was kicked out of his own house by his mom, and he has only came back once, but that was when he was two years into the gang. His mom wasn't the nicest lady you could meet, her soul was black, she had the smell of neglect lingering all around her. She didn't care about her appearance, or care about anything really. At one time, she had a little bit of care inside of her, once she had a heart of gold, a smile that was contagious, beautiful dark hair that was sleek and shiny. Now... she lies in the depths of the cold ground, 6 feet under. 

Jason and Dani followed behind Zoey as she skimmed her eyes along the place. "What happened here?" Zoey asked in a quiet tone. Jason clenched his jaw before answering. "It was worse than this..." Jason had his hands slipped into his pockets, with his thumbs poking out of the side. 

Three years ago, Jason's mom was sent off to rehab to get help for her abuse of alcohol. It wasn't her first time being sent off into rehab, everytime she would finally be cleansed, she would pick up a full bottle of whiskey and drink it like it was water... straight from the bottle as Jason would watch from the top of the stairs when he was younger. Before she died, Jason decided to visit her in rehab, god knows why he did, but he knew she wasn't doing too well, Justin went with him, and all he ever wanted was for him mom to look at him the way she looked at Justin... with love and pride. When she finally passed away of overdose, Jason trashed his house, breaking everything in his path, all of the family pictures, all of his toys... even dishes that were sitting in the cabinent.  

"Yeah.. it was." Dani responded back. Dani had already seen the house once before, but that was only one time. 

Zoey continued to look around the place with her hand on her elbow, which her arm was extended out in front of her. 

"Was it like this when you lived here?" Jason could barely even look at the place without feeling sick to his stomach. 

"No." Jason said in a blunt tone. Zoey took one more step, and looked down, finding something under her foot. She picked it up, grasping into her fingertips. As she turned it over, she realized that it was a picture from a long time ago. A picture of Jason and Justin when they were a lot younger.

Zoey curved a slight smile onto her lips at the photograph. "Is this you Jase?" Jason grabbed the picture from her fingers, and admired it. Jason and Justin were playing with their toy trucks in the picture. Justin had a red one, Jason had a yellow one. Justin looked happy, but Jason had a frown on his lips. 

"Yeah... that's me." Jason uttered, regretting he even looked at the godforsaken picture. it only brought back bad memories. 

"Who took the picture?" Jason heaved a sigh and kicked a piece of glass across the floor that was at his feet. Jason swallowed his saliva, making his adams apple move up and down. "My mom." Zoey could tell Jason was getting upset, and well... annoyed by her asking all of the questions, but she just wanted to find out. She didn't want to cause him to lash out on her, and be an ass.