High For This

Chapter 12

The first stop they made was at the local town's mechanic. Where The drunk cowboy works at. " Hey man, how are you?" Jensen cleaned his hands on his white shirt and walked to them. " Riley, right? Welcome back." Jamie awkwardly said hi and took a step into the mechanic place.

" Sorry." A ball flew from a guy's hands and bounced close to them. " Riley, you remember Tanner's little brother." Riley smiled and introduced himself. " After, that they walked out of the mechanic place to small apartments. " These must be new," Riley said while reading a big banner on them. " That's cool, who's ever idea was this is a saint."

The banner read that it helped people with addiction and gave them homes. " Hi, do you live here?" Jamie asked a man sitting outside. Who looked in pain and clueless. " You're wasting your time. He doesn't speak not since someone special to him died." A voice said behind them. When they turned back and saw a man. A very handsome man with a cross necklace.

" Trevor, welcome to our paradise. I heard about you guys." The man turned his back and shouted inside a door. Harold! Harold! We got visitors! Another handsome man walked out the door. A man who looked familiar to Jamie. Someone from his past that it left him paralyzed. " This is Harold, the guy who did all this." He walked up closer and stood in front of Jamie.

The same eyes as Jackson but with different hair and a nose. How could they be the same person? " Welcome, you two to the rehabilitation homes." Riley smiled and shook his hand. They walked around the small apartments. And met the people staying there. Jamie couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. When Harold had to excuse himself and go inside his office.

Jamie followed right behind him leaving Riley behind. " Hey, I-I want to know more about your program." He said walking up to Harold's desk. " Are you an addict?" Jamie quickly took a seat on one of the black leather chairs. " No, I'm sorry you remind me of someone I know." Harold stood up and turned his back on him. " His name was Jackson and I haven't been able to forget him. I'm sorry, you must think I'm crazy. Why am I even telling you this." Jamie runs out of the place and back to the mobile home.

The sun soon went down and it was night so quick. No one decided to sleep inside the mobile home except for Jamie. Who wanted to be alone and have time to calm himself down. Before he realized his eyes were already closing. He began to dream and what he was dreaming was that night. The night that changed his life forever.

" Stop, Jackson don't get close to me." He shouted as Jackson got close to him. When he looked up at his face and saw Harold. Jamie woke up right at that moment and began to hypervail. After not being able to breathe run outside. Jamie needed to talk to someone. He ran in his gray sweatpants and blue shirt to one of the apartments.

Knocking twice and calling out "Harold's" name. Surprisingly, Harold opened the door and he stepped back. " Sorry to wake you up." Jamie couldn't help but stare at him. How could anyone blame him for doing that? Harold was beautiful, with a perfect light bore, and gorgeous green eyes. His eyebrows were perfect bushy lines that matched his hair. The green shirt he is wearing matches him so well too.

" Would you like to come in?" Jamie nodded and stepped inside. " You help people deal with their troubles. I have something that happened to me in the past and it still hurts. My fiance was a drug addict. One night he tried to attack me and I...sorry." Harold took a seat down on the big green sofa next to Jamie. " The one who should be saying sorry it's me, Jamie." I bet you could see that coming. Yes, Harold and Jackson are the same person.

How you may ask yourself? Well, hold on to your seats.

Here comes the truth of what happened that night.

" What? W-Why would you apologize to me."

Jamie stood up immediately and crossed his arms.

" You knew right away it was me. How could you find a resemblance if I changed my face."

Harold or should I say Jackson, stayed sitting down confounded by it all. " How is it possible that you're Jackson? When I killed him. My dad and I checked for vitals. You were covered in blood and dead."

Harold laughed hysterically tears rolling down his face. " You didn't kill me. Well, not physically but mentally. It- was my friend who you stabbed to death that night. George,

whose real name was Harold."

Jamie still not believing him, laughed and took a seat again. " What friend? Jackson had no friends. Are you joking right now?" He said with tears rolling down his eyes too.

" That night, I saw everything. George looked like me and more at that moment. You of course thought it was me. The moment he attacked you, I was about to run inside. When you stabbed him over and over. Your voice and the words you shouted are still vivid to me." Jamie suddenly broke crying ugly and going into a curl.

Jackson laid back and cried with him. " You ruined my life. How could you do this to all of us? Your family and me. What is wrong with you? I can't understand you and never have been able to. Do you know how many times a day I think of you and that night? I've been going insane and to know you're alive. This is the most fucked up thing you've ever done. And you're here playing a saint. No, Jackson or Harold. Whatever your name is, it's not okay." Jamie fixed his shirt and walked out of the apartment.

What Jackson and he didn't notice is someone heard and watched everything. The despicable and troubled Trevor was behind the wall. Jamie smacked himself twice to make sure it was not a dream. He couldn't still quite comprehend everything.