The Death of the One and Only Son

Chapter two

Jake

August 30th, Thirteen years earlier

Do you remember the first time you met your first childhood friend? I do. It was the first recess of kindergarten. Half my class had already banned into friendships and their was the rest of us; to quiet to jump into automatic friendships. Then the release us all onto the play ground. And thats were I met Andrew Hastings, he stood by himself next to the swing seat, and other kids ran and jumped around him, but one thing made Andrew stick out from the other kids. His smile warm and inviting; the same that day as it was every time I saw him.

I was like a bug to a light bulb and because in Kindergarten things are far simpler, then they are in every year passing, we became friends.

“Do you want to be friends?” He asked.

“Sure,” I responded. “Do you want to play cops and robbers?”

“I'm the robber! See you later coper!” he said running away and I was left to chase after him as he ran to the other side of the play ground.

                                           April 16th

One Year Earlier

The weather actually looked decent for once, as I stepped out of my car. Their was no telling for sure, because its Ohio and we were experiencing a daily patch of spring showers lately.

“Jake!,” yelled a voice behind me. I turned around to see Andrew standing next to a new shinny motorcycle. “Look what I got for my birthday!”

I walked across the lot to were Andrew stood, sporting a leather jacket and blue helmet that matched the color of the bike. “Your birthday isn't until next month.”

“It was an early present, Jake look at it” he said with a smile from ear to ear

“How many Ccs?” I said looking at the bike, it had to worth more than my car.

“eight hundred and fifty,”

“Jesus, bet its fast,” I said.

“You bet.” Than he turned and jogged toward where the buses were unloading. Meeting Lyra, just as she'd turned to look for him. They meet in a quick kiss, a common part of their relationship. Andrew lead Lyra to his new toy, but he moved so fast he practically left her behind.

Lyra looked at the motorcycle with an incredulous stare. “You want to go for a ride?” he asked her, guessing by the look on her face that the bike might not be her favorite thing ever.

“No thank you.” She said with a slight smile. “You can keep your death machine to yourself,” adding a nod in for additional effect.

“ There fun really!.” Andrew said as he put a arm around Lyra's overly skinny waist. They walked hand and hand into school. Lyra didn't like the motorcycle but she didn't make a fuss. 

                                             Present Day

Now I wish she did. Wish that he hadn't died, so life could go on as normal. I felt a sudden urge to cry but ignored it.

I pulled into Lyra's apartment complex, and as expected it was quiet and completely empty. Even in bad neighborhoods people prefer not to be out at three something in the morning.

Some lights were on but, none of them were Lyra's. I parked there for a moment and came to grips about what I was going to do.

It would devastate Lyra, I don't want to see her cry. I don't deal well with tears. But shit I might as well get this over with.

                              

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