It Burns For a Moment, but Then it Molds You

Chapter four: Feral Birds

Jason knew it would happen eventually. He knew this would happen. Knew that some day, these events would take into action. He's not really surprised, not really. So when he showed up at his apartment and saw police cars taking his father away? He probably got caught with something. So it finally happened, right?

Jason had walked home slowly that day. By slow, he's assuming that by now you're already hugging nutty-mommy-dearest while Jason gets to watch his dad being shoved into the police car.

You're probably talking to your mom about how much you've missed her. Despite knowing what she's done to you. Jason still can't stand to think about it.

While you were spending your time with your mother, Jason watched his father being driven away by gothams finest. His facial features didn't show much, didn't change much. Because he wasn't surprised, he knew that this would happen.

He looked over at his mother, who stood in front of the door with a towel wrapped around her head, peeks of her hair falling out of the fabric over her face. She had a blue bathrobe tied tightly around herself, trying to get out of the grasp of a police officer. Jason's chest burned a little as he watched his mother struggle and yell.

Jason stepped over the yellow police tape, watching his dad glare at him from behind the glass of the police car door. He at first tried to give Jason a sad, and upset look. Knowing that he wouldn't really get to see Jason again, I mean, maybe he was lucky he might. But what caused him to give Jason a glare instead was the pink lipstick stain over Jason's left cheek.

Jason cringed, feeling a hot prickling feeling coming forth and starting behind his eyes as his throat started to feel tight. Walking towards his mother, and looking towards the ground while hiding your lipstick stain under his palm, pressed to his face. He could feel the red hot skin of his cheeks against his hand, both from embarrassment and the guilt he felt. He should have been here sooner.

"Jason!" His mother exclaimed in tears, sobbing out her son's name in broken sounds that formed out the word 'Jason'. She got the young teenagers attention, grabbed him and pulled him in tight for a hug. She hugged him tightly, while he had an arm pinned upwards to his side and against his face, looking at the wall behind the woman with a blank expression. His palm was pressed tighter against his lipstick stained cheek.

"Mom?" Jason mumbled, it didn't really sound like a question but he just sounded so confused, and tired. Voice soft and dark, letting a soft breath pass by his parted lips.

His mother's grip over his shoulder tightened out of protection, both of them knew Willis wouldn't be able to survive more than a couple months in prison.

Jason let go of his mother, making his way inside the dim and shady apartment. Kicking off his black sneakers by the door and throwing his backpack down onto the couch before ripping off his red hoodie. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the black strands. He shut the front door behind him, leaving his mother to talk to the Police.

Jason walked down the hall, the sounds of his feet pressing against the creaking wood floor echoed through the walls. He grabbed the doorknob to the bathroom and ran some hot water in the bath.

He stared at his reflection, tracing his fingers over the lipstick stain and mumbling vulgarities to himself, trying to rub off the stain. But the light pink tint remained.

[Your p.o.v]

You jammed your hands into your pockets, god you were so nervous to see your mother again after all of this time being away from the woman who birthed you, raised you, most motherly things. But all, but it was enough for you, anyways.