adventures of Jackson

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Sam's Point of View
I was numb. I couldn't feel anything since the sadness overpowered too much of me. The only comfortable place was the cold granite floor that matched my cold body. Everything hurt to much to cry, to a point where I just lay there motionless. I could hear the apartment door unlock; it was Jenna. Her and my newest son, Tyler, were giggling harmoniously as they bounced through the door. I suffocated every emotion inside of me hoping that she wouldn't find me. Tyler started crying so she took him into the nursery. Putting all feelings aside, I worked my way to my office as if nothing had ever happened.
"I'm going to meet up with some friends dear! I'll be back by 8." Her voice almost instantly calmed every nerve inside of me. It reminds me why I married her. The phone was still on call when I looked down at the floor. It was cracked from me dropping it after I got the call. It was my first instinct since I just learned that my best friend committed suicide, and the worst part was, that it was all my fault. But that's over with now. It's time to move on, maybe hang out with Walt, but no one could replace Jackson.
I heard a cry from the nursery later that day. I walked in to see Tyler squirming around his crib. I picked him up and sat him down in the rocking chair with me. For being 2 months old, he sure has a lot
of attitude. I could already see Jenna's eyes in him. They were an electric blue with green surrounding the iris, but they would sometimes have specks of brown in them. He had my smile though, it dipped by the crease of the lips and would extend far up and down. Oh where the places he will go. He reminded me of Jackson though. Always laughing and questioning the world. It's hard to know that jackson died loving you but the relationship went nowhere. But I was committed to Jenna, he knows that. Well I suppose love is not a choice.
It was nine o'clock and Jenna still hasn't came back.
Now ten o'clock and still no sight of her.
And by eleven, I gave up and went to bed.
She wasn't in our bed when I woke up, but she was on the living room couch. Her hair was still in curls from last night and her makeup was smudged on her face. She fell asleep in her clothes which had a few tears down the sides. I nudged her off the couch and she groggily opened her eyes. She seemed sick.
"Shhhh-shhhh shuuut upp."
She seemed quite busy at the moment so I grabbed my briefcase and left for work.
I was leaning and a stoplight waiting to cross the last block to my office when I saw Ming Li. It was weird to see how he turned out. He looked as if he hadn't had any sleep in weeks, and was living off of 5 dollars per week. He recognized my face and shuffled over to where I was.
"Aye mate, haven't seen you in a while," I nodded making sure he knew I acknowledged was he was saying but didn't really care.
"huh I'm talking to you."
"This isn't high school Ming Li, get a move on okay."
He grabbed the collar of my shirt and clenched me close to him.
"You were popular in school, but you killed off all of your friends now, who's gonna stop me."
How dare he think that I killed Jackson, much worse, how dare he even think of Jackson at all. A whistle started blowing and a police officer took Ming Li away. This was just another casual day at work, right? Wrong.