The Bad Boy Tell Tale

Chapter:2

Jackson POV

I have been walking for more than half an hour and I still didn't see any sign of a town. I was jet lagged, concussed, starving and my feet felt like they were about to collapse at any minute. They couldn't, I wouldn't let them, I have now based my existence on killing that bastard. The old man reminds me of my Mom's boyfriend Ray. He literally cuffed me and brought me on the airport flashing his badge everywhere and explaining to the airline authorities I wasn't a criminal.

My Mom thought it would be better if I stayed with my Father and finished collage here. I hate her for that, how could she do this to me. She's doing exactly what he did when he didn't want us around anymore... she's shipping me off so she doesn't have to deal with me. She knows I love Vegas it's my home, it's where my life is and my friends. I know I did alot of dumb shit with my friends but never once did I ask her or Ray to take up the responsiblity of getting me out of trouble.

*FLASH BACK*

Caroline: "Jackson is that you?" my mom whispered in the dark. It was 3 a.m. one of the rare early mornings I wasn't stubbling home drunk. I had gotten myself in a nasty fight and was thrown out off the bar. My so called friends didn't bother to leave with me let alone check on me so I came home.

"Yea mom it's only me, are you disappointed?" I said sitting in the rocking chair across from her.

Caroline: "it's odd how I live in the same house as my son and yet I see my neighbors more than I see you." She switched on the lamp and was appauled by the blood stains all over my body. "Oh my God you got in another fight again?" She said moving to the bathroom for her first aid kit.

"It's not a big deal ok Mom, I can handle this. I recall you wanted to talk to me about something important last week."

Caroline:" Yes I did, I do", she sighed sitting on the arm of the chair, she began cleaning my wound with trembling hands. "I worry about you Jackson, so much that I cry myself to sleep at nights. Who's going to take care of you when I'm gone. What if Ray hadn't stick around to help us out of your situations. He's risking his job you know?"

"Stop right there Mom I never asked you or Ray to bare my burdern so don't throw that shit in my face."

Caroline:" you're my child how can I not worry, tell me?" She was sobbing now. "I spoke with your father." I looked at her pale face, she looks different her rosey cheeks were none existent. She looks more frail than I could remember. I was so consumed with hate I had no time to consider her cold demeanor.

"He's dead to me... why are you bringing this up? What does your call have to do with me?" I was standing now, breathing heavily from the intensity of our conversation.

Caroline:"it has everything to do with you because your father has changed for a long time now, you know that and we both want what's best for you..."

"What the fuck does he know what's best for me huh? And who cares if he's changed? It's years later what's that worth to us? What's done is done and can never be erased! If that man had you stuck on stupid then... well he's got you stuck on crazy now mom. Wake up Mom people don't change! EVER!"

Caroline: "We want you to stop getting into trouble, to finish college, be successful and have a happy family. Is that too much to ask?"

My mind ran ahead of my speech and all I could do was just look at her. I wanted to say something so badly to hurt her but I couldn't. Pacing around I searched my brain for a comeback to hurl at her but all I could do was rake my hand through my hair violently.

Caroline:" we have come to the decision that it's best you live with him for awhile" she said in one rushed breath.

"We both know that's never going to happen." I went up stairs quickly closing the door behind me.

It's been weeks since I've been home. I was avoiding my Mom until she grasped the concept of me not moving to my Father. I crashed at my friend Marks place where we'd party every night and slept all day.

It was early this morning when I was wasted Ray and his partner bardged into Mark's place and brought me to the airport. My mom didn't even come to the airport to see me off but conveniently my bags were packed.