A War Love Story

Chapter 10

Jason's pov

When I finally come to, me and Brantley are tied back to back just like in the Chinese prison. But at least this time, it's him and I'm not having hallucinations anymore. "Hey Jason, you awake?" "Yeah." "What happened back in the corridor? I know it wasn't the regular PTSD thing?" I stare at the floor unanswering. "Jason?" "God dang it! Just stop talkin' and let me think dammit!! Oh there's a knife taped to my back for emergency reasons, if you can get to it-" "He took it when we first got captured while you were still unconscious." He who? I try to think. Did we run into someone else? "He who?" I ask. He stays quiet. "Brantley, he who?!" "Your dad." He whispers, his voice trembling. My body freezes. I knew deep down it was him. "Why...... Would my dad-" "Because he's a traitor!" "He's not a damn traitor!! There has to be a reason!" The door in front of me opens and standing there is just the man I wanted to see. "Dad!" "Speak of the devil." "Shut up ya jackass. Dad it's me, Jason! Come on you have to remember me!! I kept the car runnin' every couple days when you were gone! I basically....... Raised....... Carl..... I was ten and ya gave me my first gun and taught me to shoot. Twelve before I got my first buck! Dad please remember me!" I cry shakily. "You're wanted for questioning." He says instead not even showing an ounce of recognition!! "Dammit dad! I signed up for the damn military for you!!!! To be like you!!! Because..... Because I...... I thought..... I thought...... You were dead. I lost you!!!!" He unties me, his grip tight on my arms preventing escape. "Turns out I did. Just not through death. Once a dumbass, always a dumbass I guess." I sigh. I was stupid to trust him. He stops walking. "What's going on?" He forces me to my knees, my hands on the floor in front of me. "Dad?" I shakily turn around and he has a gun in my face. I scream and fall back on my ass. I back up shakily. "D-Dad! D-Don't shoot me! I'm your son!" "Stop telling me stuff!" He yells. "B-But...." I choke out terrified. He grits his teeth and shuts his eyes. I shut mine too and block my face with my hands, fear filling me. "Jason?" My eyes go wide, my hands freezing. "Dad?" I whisper, looking up. He's got tears in his eyes. "D-Dad, it's me." He falls to his knees probably in shock. I can't believe my dad's back. I stand up and hold a hand out. He stares at me wide eyed. He clasps my hand and gets to his feet. "We're goin' home dad." I say, hugging him. I feel a sharp burning pain in my chest. My eyes widen in shock. My dad..... Just stabbed me in the chest. I shakily fall to my knees, blood pouring down my chest. He stands up smiling. "You're not my dad. You're a.... Traitor." I choke out before falling unconscious.