The Bad Boy Tell Tale

Chapter: 8

Jackson's POV

When I cut the engine off I stepped out the vehicle to see all the workers in the front yard watching me with utmost scorn. The butler and the gardeners, one of whom that drove me in the golf cart on my first day at the estate. I'm not sure why they looked so pissed but I held up my middle finger up flipping them all off. I turned slowly in a semi- circle so they could all see I didn't give two fucks about what they thought of me. Heather ran out of the house and I smirked at her. I realized she was not amused by my action, she ran pass me and opened the back door to the Audi. Oh shit, I totally forgot about the kid... I was too consumed by my own thoughts. She speedily unblocked him and lifted the  hyperventilating kid out the car.

Heather: "Look at me sweetie, breathe Jake" she held up his asthma pump for him to take.

After three minutes the kid calmed down then briefly peered at me with glossy eyes, he looked away placing his face in the crook of his mother's neck. Heather glared at me angrily then paced backed to the house with the boy on her hip.

I looked around the complex to see the reactions of the workers but they didn't even look at me. They were all busy focusing too hard on their jobs and pretending I wasn't there.

"Fuck this" I muttered. I'll just go find somewhere in town that I can enjoy. I doubt that will ever happen in the State of Carolina especially in Greenwood's of all the places. I turn the engine on and sped away from the estate.

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The sign above me stood crookedly,"Joe's Dirty Bar". How ironic, the place actually looked like it would fall apart, the exterior was molding, fungi over growth everywhere. Oh well, I needed a drink anywhere I can get it and this will have to do. It was located in the heart of town, GPS showed everywhere else over thirty minutes drive.

I stepped in the poorly illuminated bar and marched straight up to the counter. I sat on the bar stool and leaned my back  against the counter. I watched two older women rehearse a dance routine, nothing about them screamed sex appeal. The place was practically empty just me and four other drunking beer belly men being perverts. The hour was still early even for day drinking. I checked my new silver movado watch, it was currently 1:15 pm.

Bartender: "What can I get you mate? " he said in an Irish accent, throwing an old wash cloth over his shoulder.

"A shot of Jack Daniel's and a beer." I said turning my body horizontally to him.

Bartender: "ID please?" he said eyeing me.

I turned my body fully towards him with the most serious facial expression. I realized he had my shot in his hand, I proceeded to take it from him. He didn't put up a fight, I guess he's a wise old man. I took the shot and he handed me my beer without questioning further. I was down to my third beer when I got bored and decided to ask the bartender for my bill.

Bartender:"Hey lad, I was wondering if you're interested in a job here." He looked nervous scratching his head.

"What makes you think I need one?" I pulled my wallet out.

Bartender: "Just think about it. I'm sure a young chap like yourself would be bored to death in this town. Plus earning extra cash never hurts and you'll be good for my business." He finally smiles.

"How so?" I eyed him suspiciously.

Bartender: " I can imagine a lad like yourself thinks this town is monotonous, you're from the big city aren't you? Also the only time we see new faces around these parts is for Uni. I bet you can get more Uni fellows in here. Girls will follow you and then Uni boys will follow them." He raised his bushy eyebrows.

"You've gotten this all mapped out huh? Did you have this speech written and waiting for any college guy who waltz in" I laughed sarcastically under my breath.

Bartender: " Not at all chap... Not everyone is like you I can sense it. You're mysterious and handsome, something women gravitate to, and your arrogance is what sells you. Trust me, I'm a bartender I serve drinks and see through or people for a living" He sounds too excited. "You'll be bored in no time, why not burn your spare time around here."

"I don't care about you or your bar but what I do care about is money. And if ...just if, I accept this deal of yours I'll have to get 50% of every profit. I have a real nack for finance, I won't consider if I'm just busting tables and pouring drinks", the bartender hesitates a bit before sticking out his hand to seal the deal with a grin. " I don't do handshakes, when do I start".

Bartender: "How about tomorrow? I'll need the night to sleep on it some more since we haven't shaken on it." His grin still bright.

"Fine but we'll have an official meeting before I start. I need to make an agreement contract and I also want to present ways to make the money rain up in here." We clinked our beer bottles together, I took the last sip of my beer and shrugged my jacket on.

Bartender: "Hey kid, thank you, I have a great feeling about you. By the way there's a bond fire just out of town. All the kids your age go there... Go make some friends it may be good for you. Loosen up."

I walked out the bar without another word to Joe.

I sat in my car debating whether or not to go home or go check out the bond fire thing. I decided on going with the second option only because I'd get free beers and sex. Not because I needed friends but because I really needed to loosen up. I most definitely didn't want to go home and hear my Father rant about his precious son's near death experience today.

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Later that evening after sleeping at the library, I cruised my way down the road that lead out of town. I could see the smoke going up in the distance and the dim light from the fire was getting brighter as I approached. The faint music and cheering was getting louder and I began to slow down.

I was now seeking a parking space not too far from the bond fire. I spotted a free one but as I approached I saw too figures in the dark, in the exact space I wanted. I decided I'd be a good citizen and not run them over but honk my horn and put my head lights on bright.

As I was about to honk again I saw her. Damn this is a small town, she was wearing the exact angry scold on her face when I last saw her. That same scold also reminded me she was not alone, I saw the person forcing her on the side of the car and pushing his tongue down her throat.