Law

Mother

Edited

The green country side of Ireland was vast and filled with sheep and other wild life. The opposite of the dying environment of American country life. The streets of Ireland twisted and turned with the hills and mountains, carving around nature. Not through it like American highways did.

Jack loved simply being on the same land he had missed so dearly. As the boy sat in the taxi, Mark at his side, he couldn't help but stick his head out the window much like a dog. The air here was cleaner and sweeter. The smell of freshly fallen rain, the scent of healthy trees all mixed with mud. It was something Seàn held close to his heart.

This was his home.

" Do you recognise anything?" Mark asked, his eyes glazing through unfamiliar hills and roads through his sunglasses.

The slaves eyes widened as the cab quickly passed by a bus stop. It was worn down now, a half broken bench and no roof to keep from weather, a half painted bus sign and a dip in the road. Jack smiled, reminiscing at what it used to be. Many of times he sat with his friends, on the yellow wooden seat gazing up at the metal makeshift roof, awaiting the school bus.

" Yeah, I do" Seàn breathed out.

Mark smiled, glad that Seàn remembered something. The man thought it would be good for Jack to return to his home country. Even if that was on a slave Visa.

Marks memories flashed back when he had to sign for Jack as his master. When he had to give Amy Temporary care of Dan, for he could be left alone. The USA had strict rules regarding Masters traveling with their slaves.

It was automatic depletion back to the states if the slave was caught without his collar or without his master
The slave wasn't even allowed to speak in public without his masters say
And they weren't allowed to visit family under any circumstance.

Mark elected to ignore that rule.
The fine was only half a pay check....and beating...for both them.

" Mark! It's my school!" Jack excitedly exclaimed.

The red head leant more over to Jacks side of the vehicle and looked out the window. Two small buildings made of brick and wood stood alone next to a trimmed field, occupied by sheep. A sign stood tall and proud battered by heavy weather, that read that it was the country towns school.

" It's small" Mark remarked.

Jack fake frowned at the man.
" It's cute" he pouted.

Mark smiled at the old Jack, the playful boy who loved to joke.

"That it is me lad" Mark said in the most horrible Irish accent.

Seàn rolled his eyes and continued to stare out the dusty window. The boys eyes scanned over the town were he vaguely remembered being. Nothing much came to mind that was more of a sense he'd been here before.
The buildings gradually started to fewer until there was nothing more then green country side and hills. Horses and sheep increased and the scent of the air became clear and cleaner by the breath.

" About fifteen minutes now" the old Taxi driver grumbled from the front.

Jack sat down in his seat properly and folded his hands in his lap. His stomach began to churn as nervousness of meeting his parents again resurfaced.

Mark could tell by Jacks fidgeting that he was anxious. The man placed his hand over the boys shaking ones. The slave looked into his Masters eyes and felt relief.

" You'll be fine, I'll be here every step of the way" Mark assured.

Jack nodded and smiled slightly, wrapping his hands around Marks.