The Cabin (COMPLETED)

The Truth Lies Within

Matthew and I jumped into the truck and rode off towards the opposite way of the city. The drive didn't take long because Matthew turned off on another dirt road. In front of the driveway was a sign that read:

Kailua Cemetery of Angels

My mind finally clicked. Jason found a way to come and visit his mother's grave site. Matthew rode by dozens of headstones in patches of hilly lands. He did so until we got to the cliff side of the cemetery. When we parked and hopped out of the truck, I could hear the waves crash on to the side of the cliff.

"This way," Matthew beckoned me to a nearby nature trail that led into a bed of fuchsia and green, hanging foliage. I followed close by, being attentive to any exotic, poisonous insects around, swatting imaginary flies and spiders. However, the nature trail was short-lived, and we ventured into an open grounds area with only a few headstones present. Matthew and I's eyes spotted Jason sitting crisscross by a headstone I assumed belong to Rho.

"Son," Matthew softly spoke to get Jason's attention. Matthew walked up to Jason and slowly gripped his shoulder in support.

"If ma-ma was here, none of this mess would've happened," Jason croaked. I could hear it in his voice that Jason was sobbing before Matthew and I arrived. It only broke my heart even more to know how frustrated and defeated he felt.

"That's not entirely true Jason," Matthew chuckled a bit and patted his back.

"Ma-ma fixed everything. She protected us from them. And now, I feel like I can't even protect you," Jason's head fell into his hands.

Jason didn't know that I was there with them. He wouldn't be this open about his fears to me. I felt like I was intruding on an intimate father and son talk that I had no business being a part of. I turned around to retreat back to the nature trail, but Jason began talking again.

"She reminds me so much like her though."

"Who?" Matthew asked.

"Stella. She's just like how ma-ma was; so hardheaded and always wanted to do the right thing, even when the situation seemed impossible."

"One of your mother's best qualities," Matthew laughed as he gazed her Rho's headstone in admiration.

"Well it's quite annoying, pop. I mean, I told her over and over again to let it go; that we had this all handled. But she just stuck her nose in it more in spite of me. Like she's always trying to prove something," Jason rolled his eyes. My heart hurt at the truth he was spitting. I finally realized that I was too busy trying to prove something instead of respecting Jason's wishes. What was I really trying to achieve by doing something that was inadvertently hurting him?

"Only because Stella cares-"

"About you, pa-pa."

"-And you son. She's so smitten with you and I know you are of her. She is so infatuated with you being happy, Jason can't you see. Let her fix this for us, Jason."

"That doesn't matter pop, she's not even from here! And how can she fix what she messed up?! She's done enough damage and there's no way we can fix what just happened in that courtroom. I'm most likely going back to jail and I need to get ready for the inevitable. That means I've got you get you straight before I leave you again, pa-pa." That made Matthew throw up his hands and I scuffled my feet in the grass in guilt.

"You're preparing for the worst for no reason, Jason! Can't you hear me! And blaming the one person who believed in us this whole time isn't the way to go, Jason. Be grateful for the angel that was sent to us and stop being a pessimistic baby for once. There is a way out of this!"