Troye groaned and got out of Jacob's disheveled bed, picking up his clothes along the way before going into the bathroom and closing the door, leaving Jacob alone on the floor.
The songbird, that was his mother. She played piano she taught him all about music, she was the song bird and she escaped jail but the part that scared him was the see you on the other side portion.
He stood up quickly a sick feeling in the pits of his stomach, growing rapidly as he dressed, Troye came out of the bathroom fully clothed and gave Jacob a worried look as he shimmied into his jeans and pulled over his shirt breathing at the rate of his beating heart.
"Jacob? Are you alright?"
Jacob grabbed his hand not bothering to answer and dragged him out of the room. Troye ran to to keep up with Jacob who was getting ahead of him in the hall and disappearing around the corner.
"TURN ON THE TELEVISION!"
Jacob was running and yelling for someone to turn on the news. Troye walked in after him sitting on the couch to catch his own breath as Jacob breathes heavily while sitting on the coffee table.
His grandmother turned it on and the screen glowed, beaming off of Jacob's face as the news broadcaster talked about puppies in need of adoption.
Everyone held their breath as the scene changed to in front of the London jail, a different newscaster on screen and holding a microphone, Jacob didn't like the look in his eyes.
"Hello London, news has just come in on Evangeline Bixenman. Her body was found on the side of the road about 12 miles away from here. Some believe that she might have gotten into a car with someone who then beat her to death."
A picture of his mother, prepped and ready for some sort of event flashed on the screen, Jacob beside her a little younger than he was now and beaming with their father behind them in a very poised manner.
Troye watched Jacob rub his hands together, processing the information. Wanda stood silently in the doorway to the kitchen shaking her head, remembering Evangeline at her best, Sunday morning and rested, little Jacob running around the table with a toy airplane.
His grandmother sat in silence, she was expecting this, if not now it would've been later. She knew her and she knew her well and she wasn't stable, she couldn't survive alone in the real world.
Everyone seemed to be staring at Jacob who was looking up at the screen like a child would when watching cartoons. It almost made Troye sick.
"The Bixenman residence was searched and they found absolutely nothing leading to the escape of Evangeline. Detectives are investigating the scene to decipher who, how and why Evangeline ended up 12 miles away from her cell."
The news panned to a group of people sitting in a line talking about the news, the bald men was smiling and it seemed disgusting from inside the Bixenman Residence. It felt like he was laughing at them.
"Though Jacob Bixenman is 19 I still feel like I need to call him an orphan. I mean two parents dead for complete control of a million dollar business seems like a heavy situation."
The women to his left nodded and started to speak but Jacob's grandmother turned off the television, Jacob stared blankly at a black screen that held nothing but his own reflection and the reflection of those left behind him.
He stood up and moved out of the room, Troye went to move and his grandmother grabbed his arm. Troye looked down at her and she held up a finger signaling for him to give her a minute. He sat down and Wanda went back into the then leaving them alone.
