Kidnapped

Chapter 15

On his way to the hut, Jason thought things over. There were little amount of events going on in his life, and all of them were always the same – summer, killing campers if they dared to step into his territory, and getting rid of the bodies. And then there was a long and lonely winter season. And every year the cycle reiterated itself again and again. Sometimes it got boring, but Jason was used to his grey life during all these long years. And then, suddenly, this girl, Sherry, appeared like a ray of light in all this darkness. Mother somehow understood at once that this girl's life was worth something, that she was not like the others. At first Jason wasn't sure why she thought this, at first sight Sherry didn't differ from millions of other girls. But in the end it turned out that Mother was right when she advised to leave Sherry alive. Jason was more than happy to keep her near, she was the second person beside Mother, that actually cared for him. But Jason understood very well that Sherry wasn't his mother. She was... a friend, perhaps? Yes, definitely a friend. But when she willingly hugged him a few times, especially last time, Jason felt something stirring inside him. Something he couldn't really understand. Returning to his hut and standing before the altar, he was sure Mother was happy that there is a person that cared for him, but...

"Jason, my boy. You know well what it is. She makes you feel something you haven't really felt before. And that is something different from what we felt to each other. Similar, but, on the other hand, different. When you care about someone, like I cared about you, and when you are ready to do anything to make your precious one happy, it is called "love". Tell me, would you do anything to see Sherry smile and be happy?"

Yes, Mother sure knew where to hit. But her questions could help him understand his feelings. And now it was right, he wanted to see Sherry happy while being near him, and he nodded.

"Well, you see? Love is something very complicated, hard to explain in a few words. I have just explained you the basis of these feelings, when you want to make someone happy and do anything for this person. Love means many things. And then there is intimacy which is also part of love between two people. This is where children come from. This is how you were born, my boy. When me and your father met, we fell in love and married, and then my most precious one was born in this world, which is you, sweetheart."

That makes sense. It's good that Mother explained him that in the result of intimacy children are born. She also has gone through it. So this is why those stupid teens do it all the time?

"I doubt it, my boy. When your father and I were intimate, we were married. Between husband and wife it is normal. And then, in that moment, we had feelings to each other, the ones that are called "love". But in this case, when you see the teens here, in this camp, they are spiritual followers of those irresponsible counselors that allowed you to drown. They shouldn't be here, Jason. Thus they mock your tragedy and desecrate my memory. So whoever comes here and dares to do these bad things, punish them. They are bad people, so make them suffer!"

Jason nodded in agreement. That's what he always does when unwanted guests arrive here. And he is very good at it.

But Sherry... What if something happens and it results in intimacy between him and her? Is that even possible? And would she even want him? Jason was very afraid that thus he might become similar to the ones he hated, the ones he killed.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. If it happens, I will not be angry with you. You will never be like those despicable teens. You are my special boy and she is a special girl. I was more than happy to see you both standing in each other's arms. I'm sure you're now convinced in this. Her attitude to you tells you everything. And she has achieved good results in making her own family respect you. This is worth many things. So listen to mommy and just give her time and don't force her into anything."