Jimmys P.O.V.
I remember how beautiful she was. How her ginger hair glowed in the sun. How her hazel eyes became lighter when she cried. How loving she was. How much she cared. Judith was my mom. She was still young, with so much life ahead of her. She had been divorced from my father since I was 5. I never got to know him. I lived with him but for some reason my memories of him weren't there.
Judith didn't have to work while her and my father were married. He had been the financial support and had us taken care of. My mother was a housewife of course, so she wasn't used to working. I remember their last fight though. "What the hell are you doing?!" Judith yelled at him uncontrollably. "I'm taking my shit and leaving." "You're just gonna get up and leave?! That's it? What about your son you asshole?" Judith couldn't hold it in anymore. "What the hell are you crying for? I'm sure that's not my son anyway." And like that, he was gone. Judith didn't know what to do. She hadn't worked in years and her background wasn't exactly the best. It seemed she had no choice. She fell into prostitution and became an alcoholic. I remember the long nights I spent alone. I didn't know what she did for work, but we called it her "night job" and that was it. I never asked what she did because it never really seemed important. I remember most nights she worked..but I also remember the nights she didn't. "Hello Mr. Grey, are you here for my mom?" Mr. Grey wasn't his real name but I never asked what it was. That's just what I had always called him. "Yeah, tell her hurry up I'm not in the mood for waiting." He always had a cigarette in his mouth and carried a pocket knife everywhere. "Hey there Grey, long time no see, huh?" Judith said with a smile. Then I was alone again. He always came to get her on her nights off. He had been since my dad left. He was obsessed with her. I could tell he didn't like me though. He always told me things like it would be easier if I was out of the picture when he came for her.
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Finding Them
Bí ẩn / Giật gânJimmy Stuart's a gone boy. Where's his dad, what's his mom doing, and where is he? He had gone missing. His kidnapper was close. It was only a matter of time.
