Jordan The Warrior *Editing*

Chapter Two

My Father

Hearing her say that brings chills down my spine. Father? I don't have a father. I don't reply to her and make my way up to my room.

Making it to my place, I open the door and notice that she wasn't lying. Everything did still look the same since I left. The same band posters on the wall, my manga collections and my Star Wars action figure sets mom used to buy for me.

Sighing, taking this all in, I lay on the bed seeking into instantly making fall in love with this bed. Damn! Mom sure knows how to pick a mattress. It feels like I'm laying on two clouds.

Putting my hands on my face," why did you have to leave me, Kurt" I say lowly? I'm not like these people. I'm strange.
They won't accept me, they never will.

"Knock Knock" I hear someone knocking on my door, then the door opens and revealing mom.

"Hey," she says with a shy smile, "I know this is tough and unusual for you right now, and I'm sorry about Kurt. Can't imagine how painful it was for you dealing with that alone and I wish I were there for you." She walks closer to me but stops her action. She shakes her head and steps back a little. "I've missed you, and I'm so happy you're home," I can hear her voice crack.

I keep quiet because I sense she has more to tell me since she is still standing here, bothering me.

"Before you got here, I made a few calls and had harry pick up something that might lift your spirits up just a bit," she says now with a grin on her face.

I raise one eyebrow up in a confusion about what she is talking about. Before I can say anything to her, I see her pulling an object out of her pocket.

Its keys?

I look closer... wait a minute, I recognize I love Hooters keychain.

Betsy?

I snatch the keys out of her hand softly, not to be rude, and just observe them in my palm.

Oh, my gosh!! It is you, Betsy! My baby!!

"Yeah, I thought maybe you needed something that you are familiar with," she says with a shy smile

I can't believe she did this for me, but I can't let my guard down with her.

I straightened my posture up and clear my throat and reply "Thank you mom" with a straight face

She'll use this against me. I can't show her how much this means to me.

"Yeah, no problem. I wanted to do this for you. I couldn't have you out here without a car," she replies to me, still looking at me like she's searching for something in me.

"It's out in the garage if you want to go look at it," she says, still peering at me.

I wait a couple of seconds to take this all in. Once I get myself together, I walk right past her like this doesn't even affect me.

When I noticed I'm out of her line of vision, I dash downstairs and head to the garage.

When I get in there, I catch a car on the other side of the room with a layer cover on it. I walked towards it and pull the sheet off.

And there she was, all in her glory.

"Hello Beautiful," I say to her with a massive smile on my face

Betsy is a gorgeous 1967 blue mustang with two white stripes on the hood. She was a gift from Kurt on my sixteen birthday. I blink one tear away, thinking about the memories of Kurt.

"She sure is a beauty. Why don't you go take her for a spin around town," I get interrupted from my thoughts by Mother.

I turn around and see her leaning on against the doorway, smirking at me.

I give her a small nod and run to the other side of Betsy and hop right in.

Man, it feels good meeting her cool black leather on the tip of my fingers. I start her up and ohhhh man, I could die happy right here listening to her come alive. I fix the hula dancing chick on my dashboard. Look at myself in the mirror, appearing different.

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