The Butterfly Thieves

Chapter Twelve

Jason and I didn't pay much attention to the movie. We just sat on the couch speaking to one another period we talked about little things such as the movies actors and such. We talked about who we liked on TV and who we didn't like. We ended up talking about different music genres. We actually had pretty similar taste.

However, I still didn't trust a man that dressed like Jehovah witness. We tried everything to talk about before we ended up circling back to Thomas and his ramp from the drinking. I looked at Jason and wondered how he did not know anything about his wife. Thomas was a bit drunk, however most drunks are pretty damn honest about stuff

"Who do you think is Ella?"

"Milly, drop it."

"Seriously, don't you want to know?"

Jason shook his head. "No."

"I don't believe you."

"I'm sure you wouldn't."

I sighed. "Are you always this way?"

"What way?'

"Weirdo asshole."

Jason actually laughed and shook his head. "Trying not to be."

"You're doing a shit job. Why do you even want to kidnap people?"

Jason looked up to the client and just sighed. "Because, Earnest Town saved me. And I want to save people like Thomas has."

"And has Thomas saved people?"

"Lot's of people."

"How?"

"How what?"

"How does Thomas brainwash- I mean, oops, save you."

Jason didn't take notice of my tone. "Well, Thomas took me when I was around fourteen. And he took me here for a month, and I wanted to go to Earnest Town. Looked around and such, you know? Just trying to figure out what it was that Thomas would go on and on about. Then, when we drove from here to Kansas, and seeing that town in the middle of nowhere, it was hope for me. I was taken in by a couple in Earnest Town, they showed me the ropes, educated me, made sure I was living my best life. Thomas checked on me all the time, when he would come back for a while."

"14 is super young."

Jason shrugged. "I suppose, but that doesn't stop things from happening to young people. I could have followed my father and brother. I could have. But I didn't, because Thomas saved me."

"He brainwashed you."

Jason grinned, "Welp, I'm glad he did. Did you want another glass of wine or something?"

"I rather have something stronger."

Jason gave a halfway smile. "Thomas keeps Vodka around here for special nights."

"Is this a special night?"

Jason smiled, "Yes. We are becoming friends. Isn't that special?"

"Whatever, Mr. Rodgers," I shrugged. I could see him smiling as he got up from the couch, and went through the cabinets. 

Jason was right, because there was a big bottle of vodka shining bright. Jason brought two glasses for us, filling it was juice from the fridge. He came back, giving my glass to me. I looked inside.

"You're not drugging me are you?"

"Why would I do that?'

"I'm not sure. I didn't think I would be drugged the first time."

"Thomas or Mikey?"

I thought about it long and hard. I was a little freaked out because if Jason knew, it meant that him and Thomas talked about me behind my back. Though I didn't really care, but I sort of did in a weird way. I didn't want Jason to think I was a bad person.

It was the first time I actually started to care about what somebody thought about me. I just took a big gulp of the vodka, trying to drain myself out of this world, the one I was dragged into.

"Mikey, and once before Mikey."

"So it wasn't your first time being drugged and such with Thomas?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Jason shook his head. "You don't have to."

I close my eyes and started to drink the whole glass in one big huge goal. I know Jason was looking at me, I know his eyes were wide and worried for someone like me. But I couldn't stop somebody like him worrying about somebody like me. It was his own problem period he just had to see that he couldn't save everyone. He had to see that Thomas was wrong. And whatever Ernest Town was, is sounded like a cult.

"What did you do in Earnest Town?"

"Lots of stuff. Ran around the farm, ran around the library. Did my own thing. If I made a mistake, the town would come together and tell you how special you truly are. It's a difference between getting called a worthless piece of shit, to being told you are loved. I feel you would understand once you get thing."

"What makes you think I'm going?'

"Everyone goes. No one hasn't not want to go."

"Double negative and I guess I'll be the first."

"Nay."

"Stop making that choice for me!"

"I'm not," Jason agreed. I told another big gulps from the drink. I could feel myself getting lightheaded already. I guess since I hadn't been drinking as much as I used to in the last two weeks, it was really easy for me to get lightheaded so quickly.

It was like I just took a drink for the very first time in my life again. Funny how quickly that stuff leaves your system. I started to feel sleepy.

I started to feel like I just wanted to lay down on the couch, stretch out my legs, him fall asleep on the comfortable couch. The only problem was there was Jason. But my eyes were starting to get heavy.

"Jason," I started to ask.

"Yes, Milly?"

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, and the slowly opened them up once again, looking at him, looking at his dumb face. "This was a dumb ass movie you picked out."

Then, I put my head on his shoulder, and started to fall asleep. We didn't move all night. At one point, I couldn't tell if it was a dream or not, but we held hands. I was sure it was just a dream.