Somewhere After Forever

Cheapter Eight

A few days later

Jason's POV

Today I decided to have a cookout and I let the girls invite their friends over. While they called their friends over I invited Luke. I wasn't sure that he'd make it so I called Tyler and everyone else. surprisingly everyone wasn't busy and showed up. Tyler, John, and Willie got here first then Luke and everyone else. While we were talking someone rang the doorbell so I got up and went to answere. It was Kristen and Jackson so I let them in. “Hey mr Jason.” “Hey buddy.” They followed me to the kitchen and spoke to everyone. “Hey Jason.. Keeley invited Jack over.” “Alright she's out in the back bud.” “Ok.” He looked up at Kristen. “Mom?” “Yeah?” “You going home?” “Nope, I'll be over Shelby's house.” “Ok.” He opened his arms for a hug. “Bring it on home.. Bring it on home.” She laughed and gave him a hug. “Have fun baby.” “Ok.” “Stop worrying I'm fine.” “You sure?” “Yeah.” “Ok.” He kissed her cheek and walked away. “Is everything ok?” I asked. “Long day Jase...” “Mom?” Jackson came back into the kitchen. “Yes?” She looked at him. “Do you have your gun?” “Yes it's in the car.” “If you stop have it on you ok?” “Alright baby.” “Text me when you get to aunt Shelby's house.” “Will do.” “Ok I love you.” “I love you too.” He walked away and she looked at me. “Is he ok?” “Long story, we'll talk tonight alright?” “We can talk now.” “You have company.” “And?” “We'll talk tonight ok?” She messed with my chin hair. “Ok.” I hugged her then she left. The guys and I went on talking about random stuff. About two hours later Jackson came into the kitchen. “Can I have some water please?” “Sure.” I got him a bottle of water. I was about to give it to him but I could tell something was bothering him. “Wanna talk about it bud?” He looked at me for a few seconds. “My mom got robbed today.” “What?” “She was coming from work and a guy punched her in the face and as if that wasn't enough he pulled a gun on her. He took her money and credit cards then hit her again, this time with his gun.. She has a purple bruise right here.” He traced a line around the outside of his eye. “That's why she had on sunglasses.” He shook his head. “Buddy there wasn't anything you could do to help.” “Mom said that.. But in reality there was a lot I could have done.. I could have given him my money or asked him to hit me instead of her.. Like what was the point of hitting her anyway?” He shook his head. “People do shit for unnecessary reasons bud but it's best that you weren't there so the both of you didn't get hurt.” “I could have kicked his soul out of his body.” “I don't doubt that at all.” “Why don't people get jobs?! You wouldn't have to take other people's stuff if you just got a job!” “That's the gospel truth.” Willie said and Jackson shook his head. “I promised my dad that I would protect my mom and it doesn't feel like I'm doing a good job at it..” He had tears in his eyes. “This is the second time something happened to her..” “I heard what happened to your mom, murderer, that's what she gets.” Tristan said walking into the kitchen. Jackson was about to hit him but I grabbed him. “You know I don't like you very much, but I would never wish that your mom got hurt. Good luck with life douche.” Jackson walked away and I shook my head. “I like that kid.” Tyler said. A few minutes later Jackson came back. “Hey Mr Jason?” “Yeah?” “Can you get Tristan? He's calling me a murderer.” “You're a boy why are you being a tattle tale?” Willie joked and Jackson looked at him and squinted. “Because kicking him to death is frowned upon.” I started laughing and got up. “Come on bud.” He followed me out to the back.” “Tristan call him a murderer again and you're going home.” “Yes sir.” I went back in the house and went on talking to the guys. Not even 20 minutes later Tristan came into the house and stood next to me. “No Jackson!” Keeley yelled. “He hit me first.” “Please don't hit him.” “Ok whatever.” They never came into the kitchen so I'm guessing they went back outside. “Stop picking fights you can't win.” I said and he left. 10 minutes later Tristan ran back into the kitchen and this time Jackson was behind him. “Stop!!” “You shouldn't have hit me!” I broke them up. “You can't fight! All you do is kick people.” “I kick people because I'd hurt them with my hands.” “You can't fight.” “Yeah ok.” “Fight me with your hands and it'll be over.” “Don't tell me how to fight you when you keep kicking me you prissy little tart.” Jackson snapped and Tyler started laughing. “You won't fight me with your hands because you know I'd win!” “Let's go.” “No..” I said but Willie cut me off. “No if they wanna fight let them fight it out.” “Let me just state that I am not ok with this.” “Ok noted.” John said and they all went out back. “Ugh.. Kristen is going to have my ass.” I mumbled and went out back with them.

“These are the rules boys.” Willie started. “No kicking, no hitting when the other person's down, no getting on top of the person and no grabbing. Just good clean thrown punches.” “Cool.” Tristan smirked. “3.. 2.. 1 go.” As soon as Willie said go Tristan threw a hail of punches. I'm pretty sure he landed a good one before Jackson gave him a good punch to the throat. “Are you finished chump?” Jackson snapped and Tristan punched him in the mouth. “Ok.” I'm guessing that pissed him off because Jack started throwing all kinds of combos. Tristan tried to fight back but he couldn't get a lick in cause Jackson was ducking and dodging everything. “That's enough.” Willie said breaking it up. “Shake hands.” Jack stuck his hand out and Tristan punched him square in the mouth. Jack pushed Willie off of him and kicked Tristan in the head. “Go in the house!” I said and Jackson walked away. “Damn it.” I mumbled and Tristan got up. “I hate that kid!” He yelled and rubbed his head. “Are you alright?” “Yeah.” “Alright.” I let him go and went back into the house. “I really don't know what you want to hear!” Jackson snapped. “YOU KNOW IF YOU KILLED A PERSON OR NOT!!” Keeley yelled and we went into the kitchen. “If I didn't know any better, Keeley, I'd say you were turning into triscuit.” “I'm not turning into anyone!” “Ok whatever.” “What's your problem?!” “What's your problem?! You invite me to your house and your girlfriend attacks me then you start hounding me about something that's not even your business.” “How is if you killed someone none of my business?! I deserve to know so that I can decide if I want to keep being your friend!!” “Keep being my friend? The only reason you invite me over here is so that you can ask me if I killed someone!” “NO!” “YES! It's not one time that we've hung out that you haven't asked me that! Then you think I'm stupid..” “HOW?!” She yelled. “I HEARD YOU TELL TRISTAN THAT YOU'D GET THE INFORMATION FOR HIS PARENTS!!” He yelled and she got quiet. “I shouldn't have said that.” “Spare me the innocent act.” “PEOPLE DESERVE TO KNOW!” “YOU PEOPLE DON'T DESERVE TO KNOW JACK ABOUT ME!!” “WH..” “I DON'T OWE YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE AN EXPLANATION AND YOU UPPITY RICH PEOPLE NEED TO GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEADS..” “UPPITY?!” “You heard me.” “PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW IF YOU'RE SOME KIND OF KILLER! HOW ARE YOU NOT GETTING THAT?!” “SINCE YOU WANT TO KNOW SO BAD YES, I SHOT SOMEONE!” She covered her mouth and I think I was in shock. “YEAH BUTTERCUP, AND I'D DO IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN IF IT MEANT KEEPING MY PREGNANT MOTHER FROM GETTING RAPED AND KILLED BY A LUNATIC!” Keeley shook her head. “AND YOU KNOW WHAT?! IF I WALKED IN HERE AND YOUR DAD WAS BEING ASSAULTED I’D SHOOT THE PERSON ASSAULTING HIM TOO CUPCAKE!” Nobody said anything. “Don't call or text me ever again!” He walked away. “The report didn't even say his mom got hurt..” Tristan started. “OH MY GOD SHUT UP..” She yelled and I heard the door. “Shit!!” I got up and went to the door But Jackson was gone. “What the hell?” I mumbled and got my phone. I called Kristen but it went to voicemail. I went and got my keys then went and looked for Jackson but he was gone. “Where in the hell could he have gone?” Tyler asked. “I have no idea.” I called Kristen again but it went right to voicemail.

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