The Scent of Betrayal

Chapter 4

Harry's interview was quick, his story stayed basically the same as the first account. Not that Jason was listening to him at all.

Harry had something in his teeth, it was green and it was really distracting. Jason was thinking about offering him a tooth pick, but he didnt he just kept looking at it. He was wondering what it was, he had decided it was spinch. Jason had asked about John, and got the usual speel that most people give when they have an adoptied sibling.

His own biological mum has tried to get in touch with him after putting him up for adoption a number of times, once on his 12th birthday. That was swiftly blocked by his mother and father. Again on his 18th birthday, his 21st, his 26th and most recently his 30th birthday. Everything he's ever received from her is in a drawer unopened and unwanted, yet he could never find the way to throw it away. Like Heather Bridgmen had thrown him away. He was not the child she had thrown away anymore he was an adult who was capable of making his own decisons. 

Jason periodically looked her up in the system, which isn't allowed but people never question it, charges for procession with the intent to sell, for soliciting, for being drunk and disorderly however nothing in the last five years, he only knew she was still alive because she still wrote to him. She had quite the wrap sheet, her address always stood out to him. He could go and see her, she clearly wanted to see him, well did she? He never read the letters they could say anything. She could tell him how much she never loved him in the letters, he doubted it but there was a possiblity. So he didnt open them he just let the letters and parcels sit in his drawer unopened, unwanted exactly how he had felt as a child.

She had abused Jason, when he was sent to the chidrens home he was covered in bruises, burns and he was extremely malnurished, social services knew he wasnt being looked after and they tried to make him talk about it but he wouldnt. Jason had been through so much and had seen his mother being beaten, being drunk and being high. He had seen more than that and been subjected to more than most people could even imagine but he had blocked most of it out. He still had the marks on his body where Heather had put out a joint on his skin.

Morton didnt know his biological father, the child Jason once was wanted desprately to know who he was. That child had longed to be picked up by his father, that his father would save him from being put up for adoption, in that time he thought he would hve been saved from the families he had heard about from other children or from stories he had read. The young Morton wished everyday that his real dad would come in like a night in shining amour and that everything would be okay. But that had never happened not because his dad wouldnt have come if he had known, but because Jasons father had no idea that he exsisted. Maybe Mortons life would have turned out differently if his father had known of his birth. But Heather had told him that she had lost the baby, and then Heather had ran away from that village. By the time anyone knew that and tried to find out who his father was it was too late, with no criminal record or anything on the ancestory websites Jason could check as many times as he wanted but it would never amount to anything. He could be dead for all Morton knew or he could have 40 siblings out there that he didnt know about.

Day 88 of being up for adoption Mr and Mrs Morton came in looking for a little girl to go home with, but they had clapped eyes on Jason. His blond hair and bright blue eyes drew them into him, thoes big eyes scared many grown ups, looking into the eyes of someone who has been through so much pain most people shy away from his stare, but not the Mortons they looked into his eyes and they saw his potental. Mrs Morton had touched his hair and Jason had let her even to this day he didnt know why he had let her do that, he didn't let many people touch him. Maybe it was because she wasnt scared to look into his eyes. He was  labled 'unreasonably apprehensive' for a four year old by his social workers, but they didnt know what horrors he had been put through, he wouldn't talk or let people touch him, he would bath and look after himself. He was independent, he had needed to be. After he let Mrs Morton touch his hair they both knew they had found each other. A mother without a son and a son without a mother. It was fate, Gods will as Lynn would say that Jason was their angel.

Who is this young man, he is absolutely charming" she had smiling, winking at him. For the next weeks they visited him everyday Mr Morton called him "Champ" and gradually Archie had started calling him "son" it was nice, he loved being called "son" by someone. By the next month he was packing his bag to stay with them for weekends, they had been the best weekends that he had ever experienced they would play football together, go to the park and watch movies together. By Christmas he had been adopted and spent his first Christmas with the Morton's. That Christmas he would never forget, they had got him a robot dog toy and it was his, all Jasons. He didn't have to share it with the other boys at the home it was his. They had also given him a blanket that said Jason Morton on it, he still has it and wouldn't admit to anyone that he slept with it every night, by the age of 5 he was calling them Mum and Dad.

That swiftly changed to Mother and Father despite his mums pleas that it made her sound old. Jason did it on purpose and let his lips curl into a rare smiled every time. And Lynn would playfully tap his arm, he would call her that night and ask her about her day. She would tell him that she weeded the garden, and cleaned the house. He just enjoyed listening to her talk. After loosing Archie, Lynn has been very lonely, he made sure to call Lynn every few days. He hated to even think it but he was a mummys boy. 

He loved his mama. She never hurt him like heather did, Lynn Morton was an angel. Jason loved her so much.