The Bad Boy Tell Tale

Chapter: 1

Jackson POV

I was at arrivals retrieving of the airport when the air hostess I just fucked during my flight to Carolina sauntered up to me. I smirked when she said nothing to me, she extended her hand and gave me her phone number on a piece of single sheet of post-it. I could tell this was her regular thing. I took the gum out of my mouth and wrap it in the paper and shoved it in her top pocket and pat it lightly above her breast . "One time was good enough, Karen", I addressed her by her name tag, after just now seeing her badge on the opposite boob. She glared at me as if she wanted to slap me, something told me she wanted to keep her job even more than her bruised ego.

The red head custom agent giggled as she watched the  transaction between me and Karen. I collected my bags and existed the building in search of my father who is suppose to pick me up. I was later greeted by a man in a black and white suit with my name on a sign instead. Very predictable of my dead beat of a father.

"Great" I muttered to myself . My expectations were too high, I knew he wouldn't come to pick me up himself. Not that I cared anyways, he just never proves me wrong in any aspect. As an adult I refuse to be the five year old sitting on the porch steps every evening waiting for him to come home. I sat in the Range Rover for an hour just watching the country side in pure utter silence. I can't take it anymore.

"Hey you, chauffeur guy can you turn the radio on? The silence is going to drive me fucking crazy." Both our eyes locked in the rare view mirror.

Driver:" I beg you pardon young man?" He said stopping the vehicle making the tires screech, my head slams against the front passenger seat. "They don't teach manners in Vegas! I demand an apology, and ask me nicely to turn the radio on."

I think I may have a concussion, I felt light headed all of a sudden. "I should apologize you crazy old man! If anything you should be the one apologizing to me!"

He got outside the vehicle and had opened my door, before I could react he dragged me out the Rover. That's been happening a lot lately I thought to myself..I was laughed a little under my breath sarcastically, is this man serious. My head throbs from the whiplash, he kept rambling in disapproval about how I was raised. He sounds stern and forceful like someone from the military but I am not intimidated by him. What's the worst he could do? My head was spinning, I had to sit down, I yanked at the Rover door but it wouldn't open, the child safety lock was on.

Driver: "Ok fine no apology? You'll have to walk it from here."

"You can't be serious. My Fa... Jack is paying you!"

Driver: "Watch me!"

I on rushed him and he deflected placing me in a restraint position with both arms over my head as his interlocks my forearms, he pins me against the Range Rover making it impossible to flip him and gain control or any form of mobility. The muscular old man has managed to humiliate me in less than three minutes a record time, I'm happy there isn't an audience. He's definitely an expert at this, definitely military as I suspected earlier.

"Here are your instructions... You are 30 minutes away from the Blake's Estate, you're going to follow this road until you get to a small town. You're going to pass the town and take a right at the intersection that leads down a private road after which you'll see the Blake's Estate written on the gate. You will have to press the buzzer to identify yourself." He quickly did a body search and despite my efforts to push him away he took my phone and my wallet. I on rushed him again, he slammed my head against the window but this pain didn't phase me it's the head slam from earlier which makes my response time sloppy.  My vision blur and I fall to my knees. He enters the vehicle and begins to take off. I took whatever dignity I had left to stand up.

"Fuck you!", I took a stone and aimed it at the car that was now speeding away. The stone smashed the rare glass and the van wobbled a little, but he kept speeding away with his hand out the window flipping me off. "You're dead when I see you again you hear me! Dead!"

I looked around and there was nothing but Mountains and extremely tall trees and grass. They swayed in the cool overcast weather of August. There was no vehicle coming or going, I had  no money and no phone. I am going kill that man when I get to wherever the hell I'm going because I sure as hell can't call it home.