Jacob

Chapter 5

Jay has been trapped in the same four metal doors for god knows how long after being stuck in the same four plaster walls for four days.
Plain white walls have stared at him for for long days antagonising him, egging him on to throw something at them. Anything. To mess the perfect white up, smear something on them. And just when he escapes those plain white walls he finds himself trapped in the metal walls of officer Graham's car.

Officer Graham is a complex man that lives in a plain house with a very fragile wife. The first night Jay stayed inside their house he made the poor woman cry by offering to help the woman set the dinner table. It was later he learnt from the old fart that his wife was unable to bear children and being around children, or anyone who's not an adult, makes her emotional.
Jay simply asked why they didn't try other options such as surrogates or adopting and the man simply shrugged with a sigh and said that he doesn't want to pressure his wife. When the time comes that she is ready he will happily do so but until then he leaves the subject alone and so did Jay after that. After the first night Jay took care around the woman in hopes to not set her off but to also bring the woman some sense of peace within herself for a short time. Perhaps to fulfil her dreams of a child in the house even if it's for a few days.

Jay is brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the old fart clearing his throat.
"Hey kid I'm stopping for gas, need anything?"
Receiving a no in response the man gets out of his car and five minutes later returns again to continue his drive. Such a long drive.
Four hours long to be exact, four hours up and four hours back. They have been on the road for 3 and a half of those first 4 hours.

Half an hour later they pull up in front of Clarissa and Marshall Hargrove's house. Always a house, never a home. Never a fucking home. Jay looks at the house with displeasure. He has had 4 long days to ponder in his thought. At first he was confused and shocked, still yet to full process anything. Then he was sad, sad for himself, sad for his parents who are locked up in prison cells awaiting trial. But then they all went away. Now? Now he's only angry. He is royally pissed off.
Pissed off at himself, at Kate for fucking everything up, at the Millwakis for not looking harder but most of all he is pissed off at Clarissa and Marshall Hargrove.
He's furious. Furious at them. Furious for how they stole him from a family that could have loved him, furious for how they never loved him, furious for how they robbed him of a childhood but what he is furious about most of all you ask? What he is furious about the most is the fact that he still has even an ounce of love left for them. He still cares for them, still longs for their approval, their comfort, their anything. He misses them much to his disgust and he blames himself for their imprisonment much more then he blames them. And that's what he hates the most of all. He hates himself and his mind the most.

"Well, this is it kid. Come on I want to get back to Cindy before dark" Cindy is the old fart's wife. Sighing Jay hops out of the car with the man and watches as he opens the door to the house.

"Alright kid. Here's a bag pack as much shit as you can in here if you need more bags find some I didn't pack anymore" Jay stares at the large duffel bag that aaa shoved into his hands then at the police officer before him. He watches the way the man's eyes scan the living room. Watches his eyes fall to the broken beer bottles next to the sofa, to the patched up wholes in the walls, the cracked photo frames.
"I'm gonna... look around while you pack" the man says hesitantly before walking off leaving Jay to do what he needs to.

Taking one more look around the living room Jay leaves and goes to his room. It's not a big room, in fact it's the smaller room in the house barely fitting a bed and a closet into it.
His bed is old and too small for him and his closet is over flowing with clothes. The first thing Jay goes for is the loose floorboard beneath his bed and inside it the metal lunchbox of belongings.