Loss of life

Little suprises

Chapter 10

Jackson and I made our way out of the warehouse and towards jakes house. More than likely he wasn't at home and was at the Orange County jail. I pray to god that he gets what he so deserves. Maybe he'll get a life's time in jail. And he won't get the luxuries of having a family and growing old at home. Instead he'll die in a jail cell, alone. And rot in hell for eternity.

I have a smile plastered on my face as I think to myself, and I can only think how creepy and malicious it looks to Jackson.

We arrive at Luke's house and I just feel so weird looking at it from my point of view. I don't see it as a normal house on the corner of Wayfield street. I see it as the murderers house. Instead of the usual sun that shines down on the house around noon, it's replaced by a gloomy overhang of clouds covering the sun.

"Do you want to go check and see if he's there or should I go?",Jackson asks breaking the silence.

"Um, you can go I guess, I wanna stay out here",I say awkwardly.

"Okay, I'll be out in a jiffy!",Jackson says with a grin.

He's trying to lighten the mood and it's working. I smile back and watch as Jackson walks to the front door and slips through.

Now what am I supposed to do. Sit and wait? Yeah, I'm not a very patient person.

I plop down on the grass and sit with my legs crossed and just try to relax. Its been a while since I had some relaxation.I close my eyes and let my thoughts wonder on anything but Jake.

I am pulled out of my thoughts by a voice to my left.

"Mommy? Mommy is that you!? Why don't you answer?"

I turn to my left and see nothing. Then I turn to my right to the house next to Jakes. On the front lawn is a little boy in a buzz lightyear shirt and tan shorts on. He looks no older than the age of 7 and has a look of pain and sadness on his face.

I get up from my spot on the ground and approach the little boy. When I'm up closer I can see that damage was done to the boy. He has multiple bruises and scrapes throughout his body and what looks like a deep puncture wound to his stomach. My insides churn just looking at him.

"What are you doin' Elena",Jackson says scaring the begeezers out of me.

I jump a little than speak.

"Can you shut up. I don't want to scare that little boy",I say in a whisper scream.

Jackson looks towards the little boy and says a quiet 'oh' to himself.

I make my way to the boy, along with Jackson, and tap him on the shoulder.
He turns around with a tear stained face and sad big blue eyes.

"My mommy can't see me. What did I do? is she angry at me?",he says with an occasional sniffle.

I look at him with a sympathetic look, and kneel down so I'm at his level.

"Shhhhh", I say while wiping his tears away,"you didn't do anything, okay. Your mama just can't see you. She loves you with all her heart.",I say giving him a smile.

"So why can't she see me?",he asks.

I look to Jackson, who just shrugs, well what great help you are Jackson.

"Do you know what happened to you and how you got all those boo-boos?" I ask sounding oh so kid dish saying 'boo-boos'.

The boys expression turns into one of fright and sadness.

"He took me and did mean things to me" the boy said.

"What mean things did he do?",I asked.

"He hit me...and said bad, bad, things to me, but I don't remember them. and then..." the boy trailed off and started to sob quietly. I then pulled him into a hug and started rubbing his back soothingly.

Jackson was just standing to the side awkwardly so I motioned for him to join in on the hug. And he did.

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When the boy settled down, Jackson and I told him how we got to be in his place and how nobody could see us. Except we put our death in simpler terms. Like, I said that someone hurt me too and Jackson just said he got hit and the boy didnt ask any more questions. After a while we decided it was ok to ask the boy to finish his 'story'.

"He used a knife and he hurt me with it. Really badly. I think... I think I passed out but I don't know."

I concluded from what he said that he was indeed kidnapped and beaten. And in the end got stabbed by his kidnapper. I can't believe that psycho who took him would kill him. The poor kid is only 7 years old for christ sake!

"I saw a light and I wanted to walk to it because I saw my grandma and thought she would help. But I had to tell mommy what happened or she would be upset. It was past my bedtime and I don't like to see my mommy upset, so I walked away. And I tried to talk to other people but I guess they can't see me." he explains with a few tears escaping his eyes and I wipe them away with my thumb again.

I excuse myself from the boy and wipe away a few tears of my own as I approach Jackson.

"We have to bring him along with us. the poor kid is lost and hurt. we can't leave home here." I said.

"But he's with family." Jackson tries to protest.

"Yeah a family that can't see him",I say a little too loudly, earning the little boys attention. I smile at him and he turns his attention back to his mom who is now gardening.

"We can't drag a 7 year old into this mess! What's gonna happen if he sees you haunting Jake? I know your gonna do some damage to him. So is the boy gonna assume your a monster like the maniac who hurt him!?",Jackson whisper shouts while a vein pops out of his forehead. someone's a little worked up.

"No I'm bringing him whether you like it or not.", I say standing my ground.

Jackson goes to protest but I walk away, although I can here him mumble "your making a mistake" under his breath. I scoff at that. So what, who is he to tell me what I can and can't do.

I reach the little boy and he looks up at me.

"I'm still a little sad mommy can't see me. I wanted to hug her goodnight cause I didn't before.", he says frowning. I frown too.

"I know how you feel. My mommy can't see me either.",I say.

We start to walk back towards Jackson and while we are doing so the little boy grabs my hand that was hanging by my side. My heart probably grows ten times bigger right at that moment.

Jackson approaches us and walks alongside the boy so the boy is in the middle.

The boy reaches for Jackson's hand and clasps their hands together. I realize we are all holding hands and I can't help but think of us as THE THREE MUSKETEERS. I chuckle and Jackson and the boy give me funny glances.

Okay this is annoying. I can't keep calling the little boy 'the boy'.

"What's your name?",I ask realizing through all the commotion I never asked.

"Sammy".

And with that we head down the road to the county jail.