Sacred Deductions

Chapter 2

(Jason)

I looked out the window of our beat-up Honda, at the trees, which were just green blobs racing by as we sped down the winding pathway to our new house. It was practically in the middle of the freaking forest, so it would be pretty hard to sneak out of the house at night without walking seven miles to get to the nearest bus stop. Great. How am I supposed to survive this? I wouldn't be surprised if the new house was a shit hole. Mom never let me even come with her to look at the house, let alone showed me any pictures of it.

"Jason, dear. Can you make sure your father got the right directions? We don't need him ending up in Alabama again." Mom said, and laughed. Last time we moved, my dad got the wrong directions, and he did end up in Alabama. This is Manitoba, so close enough, right?

"Sure." I mumbled, flipped open my cellphone, and dialed in his number.

After a few rings, he finally picked up.

"Yupp?" Was his greeting.

"Mom wants to make sure you got the right directions this time. She says we don't need you to end up in Alabama again like last time." I said. I never said that I didn't want him to end up there. It would be alot more fun without him around. He is so strict. He hates the fact that I'm a gothic emo dude with no life other than laying in my room, listening to my now disposed Marilyn Manson CD collection.

"Um, it's on Appleview Bend, isn't it?" His voice sounded uncertain.

"I dunno. It's not like we have any neighbours to ask. Maybe if we picked a neighbourhood with a little civilization, we wouldn't have this problem, would we?" I snapped, something I do quite often.

"Watch your tone with me, young man. Just because we aren't in the same vehicle right now doesn't mean I can't punish you just as easily." My dad warned, his voice full of authority.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever. It's on Appleview Bend. Ya' happy?" I snarled and snapped the phone shut.

"Jason, did we not talk about that just a few weeks ago? I don't think you should be talking to your father, or to anyone for that matter, in that tone. It's disrespectful, and not to mention, a turn-off to pretty much all girls. Females want guys who are chivalrous, caring, easy to talk to, which means no snapping at everything they say, and happy. You are not happy. I don't understand why you are always so negative about life. Nothing has really happened to make you feel that way." My mom said. Jeez, she always has to be so- Ugh!

  "Mom. I get it. You want me to change who I really am, to make you happy. Well understand this, I don't have to be some trophy son. I do what I want to do. It's my life, so you can just back off. Okay?" I said, my voice surprisingly sharp.

 Even though her gaze was stuck on the road, I could sense how much the words had hurt her. She knew I was right, but she would never admit it. I grew up knowing I would never be just the way she wanted me to be. Maybe that's what caused me to go emo. The fact of not being loved like a child should be. But now I'm 17 years old, and there is nothing she can do about it. 

 I will be moving out as soon as I turn 18, so I can get as far away from my family as possible. I hated them, felt no love for them. The only one I loved was Josh, my 10 year old brother. 

He looks almost exactly like me; The same brown hair the colour of chestnuts, green eyes, squared off jaw, and both of our upper lips were kind of pinched, making us look... Angry.

 "Look, Jason! We're here! We're here!" Josh chirped from the seat behind me. Good to know somebody was excited.

"Yeah, little bro. You excited?" I turned around and asked him. He was the only person, on this entire planet, that could make me smile. Yeah I know, usually when somebody is "Goth" or "Emo", you automatically think depressed, cutters, rejects, no soul, wears all black and spikey dog chain necklaces. I'm not that kind. I am the more quiet, laid back, screamo band listening, suffer mentally, wear-all-black kind of gothic-emo. But just because I'm like that, doesn't mean I'm not allowed to smile.

 I leaned my head against the window just as we pulled nearer to the house. I couldn't see it clearly through the trees, but from what I do see, it looked... Old.

 Great. The freaking house is probably infested with ghosts or rats or bugs or something weird like that. 

 "Jason, when we get there, you and your brother can head inside and pick out your rooms. There are eight, there are alot of options, so there will be no need for you and Josh to fight over them." Mom said, and pulled around a big oak tree, which cleared my view of the house.

   It was freakin' huge!

  It was grey, with a big white porch that winds all around it. A part of the roof was perked up, making it look sort of like a weird castle. And there was alot of windows.

 Mom put on the brakes and parked the car beside the big oak tree. As soon as she did so, I hopped out and ran up the steps. I grasped the door knob, and twisted it eagerly. The door flew open, and I stepped inside. Not really caring about what the place looked like, I started up the grand staircase to pick out my room...