Jacob

Chapter 4

<Jacob's POV>

I've been locked in this fucking interrogation room for at least a few hours now. Panic and confusion long passed then I was just angry.
I was so fucking angry. Now? Now I'm nothing.
I'm bored that's about it. I want to see Bas, I want to know what the fuck is taking so long.

Maybe two or so hours ago the old fart came in with my school records asking me more questions.
Is this my full name?
Who are my parents?
Are they biological or adoptive?
Do I have any relation to the girl in the mall?

I'm so over questions.
Questions
Questions
Questions
There's always questions.

The click of the door brings me to lift my head up. The old fart is back, a newly made coffee in his hand.
"Alright kid c'mon" the officer gestures towards the door and I look at him confused.
"You lock me in here for hours to what? Just let me go?" He sighs.
"No, not quite letting you go just yet. We still have a lot of things to figure out however your friend is stubborn and won't leave. So hurry up and get into the reception area to see your friend"

He doesn't have to tell me twice as I stand and follow him out of the room. Then I see him, hunched over on a chair with his leg bouncing up and down. Bastion.
Bas
Bas
Bas
My best friend Bas, my brother Bas.

"Bas"

His head snaps up to look at me then he's on his feet in a blink of an eye.
In a blink of an eye I'm in his arms.
"You're shaking Bastion"
"Shut up Jacob" and he squeezes me tighter. Oh I hate hugs, absolutely loath the contact of hugs, but for Bas? For Bas right here right now? I'll allow it.

"What's going on?" Bas pulls away from me looking confused at my question.
"They didn't tell you?" He looks at officer old fart behind me "you didn't tell him?"
Old fart just shrugs.
"We were waiting for the others to be brought in and for everything to be absolutely confirmed"
"Absolutely confirmed? You have his DNA and you have my statements on the sick fucks. What more do you need?"
I look between the two confused. Oh so confused.
"Look kid this is a very serious matter we have to be absolutely sure, no rocks left unturned or however it goes"

Bastion looks angry now, it's not an expression you often see on his face. Bas is not an angry person, in all the years I've known him I haven't seen him pissed off very often. But right now? Now he is pisses off.

The soft ding of a doorbell rings as a group of people shuffle through the door.
3 I do not know; A middle aged woman on the verge of tears, A man holding her hand in comfort and a teenage boy no older or younger then me. After them four others walk in. Two are officers and two are people that I know oh too well.

"Mum?.."

<End of Jacob's POV>

"Mum?.."

Hannah Millwaki's eyes fall onto the teenage boys in-front of her. Despite the tears welling in her eyes, despite the shaking of her body, despite the fact that he is much, much older now. She recognises him. Her little boy, her little Jay, her Jay that flew away.

And despite everything he recognised her to. He saw her and he called for her. He called for her then started pacing towards her... or so Hannah thought.

In a perfect reality the boy would have ran into her arms and they would both drop to the floor crying into each other.
But this isn't a perfect reality.
This is the real world and in the real world Jacob doesn't take a single notice to Hannah, in fact he disregards her very existence and runs straight past her.
He runs straight past her and stops at another woman, a woman in handcuffs with an ugly sneer.
He clings to the woman's shoulders with pleading eyes. He calls the woman his mother. Chanting the words in distress.