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Thirteen Years Of Gray, Chapter 5This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Roby Thomas | |
| Wednesday, 25 June 2008 | |
The older supervisor was walking inside the factory, with a cigarette in his hand, just rooting around and letting the mind flow. But a sudden ruckus coming from the break room had erupted and caught his attention. He quickly walked to the break room, with hearing Rob scream something, followed by a thump. Then Jackie screaming Rob's name, along with 'please stop.' This made the supervisor beginning to jog to that door. The room had a window and he approached the door, seeing Rob kicking Jake, who was on the ground, trying to defend himself. He frantically opened the door and ordered Rob to stop in a harsh tone of voice. Rob added a kick to Jake's back, then he appeared that he was all done beating the **** out of Jake. Jackie screamed stop after he kicked Jake for the last time, along with the supervisor saying, "Woah, Rob." Rob took a look at the supervisor for a brief moment as he looked back, while Jackie attended to Jake, asking him in a sincere voice if he is okay. Rob looked back to Jake and said, "I ******* hate you man, my ******* kids got more sense than you." He then paused for a moment, with the supervisor stepping in between him and Jake. Rob then turned and headed for the door. He exited with kicking a half full garbage over, adding the word, " ************." And those steps were decreasing, all the way to the main doors and Rob had took off. The supervisor had informed Jackie to call 911 to get help for a bruised and beaten Jake, in addition, to report Rob's crime. A crummy connection to 911 had a pissy black woman sending a Warren Police black and white over. She was upset at Jackie for not having Rob's license plate number or his address off hand. Jackie then looked after Jake, who refused any bandages whatsoever, or any other kind of attention of the sort, while he held on to his head, looking down, insulting Rob in every way. While so, the supervisor was calling the company's executives to inform the that something was wrong, a fight had been unleashed. A police car had showed up just less than an half hour after the phone call. A male and a female officer had showed up to the premises. The female officer had questioned Jake and Jackie, for she was being largely sympathetic for Jake. The male officer had talked to the supervisor, also getting Rob's home address, home phone, cell phone and what not. The male officer had told the three, including the plant manager who arrived just shortly after the officers had showed up, that Rob had a criminal record, starting at the age of thirteen. No major incidents such as murder, or other felonies that will grant you a number of years in the slammer. But enough to notice, he had issues of his own. That criminal record did not surprise Jackie, the supervisor or even the plant manager. Low-level industrial **** jobs did attract some types of people that an upper-class society did not like or would fear. The cops and the plant manager had kept Jackie and the two there until just past four o'clock, just past an hour and a half of the end of the shift. The officers were nice enough to give Jake and Jackie rides home, opposed to taking the bus. Jake, although, dropped off at home, did not want to be dropped at home, but at the corner of Van Dyke and Nine Mile instead. The male officer asked why, but Jake didn't reply. When he was dropped of, it appeared to Jackie that Jake was still living with his parents. His mother was crying when Jake appeared, with a fat lip and a bruised eye. His older brother was laughing at him. Like people at his job, he also didn't reply to his mother when she asked if he was okay. He also didn't reply to his brother who was laughing at him with a drunken chuckle. For some reason, after the cops were on there way to Jackie's apartment building at the edge of Warren, Jackie began to compare Jake's drunken brother to Mary Hasserman. Jackie started where she left off when at work. She took two buses with her last two hundred dollars, along with a whining Donald with her. He was without his game gear and with a nagging, miserable mother. Jackie bailed out her 87 escort, with a noticeable dent at the drivers side door. Inside her car was a note, informing her that all her stuff was at the curb, where the garbage is usually at. She remembered that it was Mary's Handwriting, with her signature and a P.S. Stating, 'It's a good thing my daughter wasn't badly hurt. Otherwise, I'd get your White Trash ass myself." Jackie had held on to that letter and drove to the Hasserman Mansion, where she did not want to go, it was the last place in the world she wanted to go, but her necessaries were there. Her only coat, the rest of her keys and a couple of keep sakes she held on to that Lori gave to her. She approached the Mansion gates, to see her stuff was inside a garbage can, a filthy metal garbage can. Her only coat, Don's only coat, the keep sake from Lori smashed, which was a glass piece with a flower in it. The other, was a cute pocket-sized stuffed animal bear, with the sad indication of it's head ripped off. Questionably, it was Mary herself who did this. Jackie remembered crying upon seeing her belongings inside that dirty garbage can. She stood there for a minute, crying. Don looked from the car, seeing his mother cry heavily, walking towards the gates and pressing her head to the bar. She remembered her tears of emotional pain would be interrupted by a police stopping by. The officer noticed Jackie and told her of a suspicious person by the gates of the Hasserman Mansion, which of course, was her. That call was probably placed by a overzealous neighbor, due to which, Jackie had saw a sign at the right of the entrance gate that Lila was okay and the family has headed to Tempe, Az. A month later, Jackie received a letter in the mail from the court indicating of her car crash that involved herself and Lila Hasserman. She appeared in front of a judge to answer for it, the courtroom also contained both Mary and Joel Hasserman. And, the Black-haired female spy as well, her patented frown along with it too. Making a long story short, despite Jackie's telling of Mary's threat right after the crash, including the letter that Mary gave her, and the emotional words of how Mary left her items inside a dirty garbage can when they parted ways, the judge ordered her to pay $5,000 in fines and other items. Those would include Lila's hospital visit, her ambulance ride, etc, etc, etc. She knew it could have been worse, which it did in the other side of the boat, her crappy insurance plan had her make a co-pay of $500 for Don's hospital visit, which had him leave the same day. "Were here." The male officer said, Jackie's thought process derailed into reality, "Um, what?" Jackie asked. The male officer turned to her, "Were here." Jackie looked at her apartment building, "Oh." She said while looking at it. "Let her out." The male officer told the female officer to do. She exited the car and opened the back door to allow Jackie to step out. Then a harsh wind had hit Jackie and the officer. "God damn." The female officer pulling the right side of her coat up, trying to block the wind from her face. Jackie just allowed it to hit her. "listen, uh, we will give you a call when we get Rob Matney into custody." She said, pushing the back door close. "Okay." Jackie said, she walked towards the main door of her apartment, with the wind not being too friendly as it gave Jackie a little push of off her footing. "What the ****?" She asked, anyone, or anything. Her entrance to her apartment saw her eight-year old son Sean sitting on a couch with a couple of rips and a beer stain or two. "Hi, mom." He simply said, while staring at the TV screen, which contained the Cartoon Network. Included in the noise scape was rap music, with more than three people talking, coming from Donald's room. Jackie stepped near Sean, "Did Donald feed you breakfast and lunch?" She asked. "Mom, I got my own breakfast, I did it myself." Sean said, but it was Donald's responsibility to make sure he eats breakfast, she didn't want Sean doing this on his own. "Did Donald make sure you ate lunch?" She asked. "Spaghettio's with Meatballs? He told me to just put it in a pot and let them boil. And when they were done boiling, to shut off the fire below the pan. And, I, I burned myself with the Spaghettio's putting them in a bowl." Sean trying to put together. "You burned yourself?" "Mom, not with the fire, while pouring the Spaghettio's into the bowl." Sean said. "Oh my god..." Jackie said, she shook her head and marched to Donald's room. A 19-year-old, clean-shaved, jock-dressed Donald sat on his bed, working on a financial transaction of him being the seller of two dime bag's of marijuana for two of his friends. Jackie opening of the door fast made his spare Zig Zag, the most popular brand of rolling papers, fly away onto the ground from a textbook he had the lines of grass on. She closed the door without looking at it, only looking at Donald with eyes of fury. All three saw an angry Jackie. "Sean is a special needs person, and you are doing a very bad job of helping him, mister." She said, with a harsh voice. Donald did not know what the hell to say. "Donald, for once..." "Can you call me Donnie?" Donald interrupted. "Donald, shut up, Please, I ask you, you don't have to pay rent, all you need to do is fix Sean his breakfast, his lunch and for you not to bring and sell this **** here." Jackie said. "Well, what do you want me to do to get some money? There are no jobs here." Donald had asked. "Donald, you can get a job, I told you to walk up to the temp office, get an app, fill it out." Jackie said. "Yeah, but not while it's cold as hell outside." "I have to go get some overtime while it's cold as **** outside. I had to walk a couple of miles on Twenty-Three Mile road while it was cold as hell outside." A pause came after, while Jackie with wide eyes of fury, looking at Donald, who didn't appear sorry or regretful for what he had done. "Sean was making his own lunch. He was cooking Spaghettio's on his own. He burned himself doing this, trying to pour the **** into a bowl. I don't want anything worse happening to him, that is why I'm asking you for help." She said. Donald just looked at her like she was not making scene to him. She now played the aggressive card. "Okay fine, you want something that will make scene to you. I'll call the cops on you now. You better take that stuff out of here and yourself too." She said while walking backward to the door, opening it up slightly, Sean was trying to look in. She turned around to see that Sean was trying to look inside. "Sean, don't look in there, go to your room real quick." Jackie said, steering him to his room, which was actually, her room too. The two of them shared a room. It was a two room apartment. Donald had stepped out of his room, "You're not going to call to cops are you?" Don had challenged. "Are you trying to stop me?" Jackie asked with the wide-eyed face. This had frightened Donald. "Okay, what if I did go and put in an app at the temp service? What next? Jeremy's dad applied there four months ago. He has only worked three days!" Donald had challenged, pointing inside the room, one of the guys in there was obviously named Jeremy. "What the hell is that?" He asked. "Are you sure about that?" Jackie asked, she was in disbelief of that lack of work for Jeremy's father. "Yea, I'm sure. Jeremy and his family are moving to Georgia next month due to the lack of jobs!" "Don, people are getting jobs at the temp office, seriously." "Oh yeah, people lost there forty dollar an hour jobs, and work these **** jobs for seven dollars an hour, hell, there isn't people who are not working at all." Don said, throwing his arms up. A pause in between them. "You know what, just call the cops, or don't. I'll just leave, I can probably make more money selling pot that you could working over there at that factory." Don had finally said, he was getting irritated with his mom's ****. He knew it, his mom was miserable. No man to take care of her, a **** job with public transportation to use on the way there and back. Etc, etc, etc. Donald opened his door, "C'mon guys, we better go." He told them. "Dude, it's cold outside." Said one of his friends. Said one of his friends. "I know Travis, but we gotta go." Don told that person who protested about the cold. The two guys who appeared around the age of Don were leaving his room. The three of them had pro-team coats on, one with a Detroit Pistons coat, one a North Carolina coat. And Donald wore a warm Michigan State coat, which questioned Jackie on where he got it. The three walked out the door and into the apartment hallway, Jackie could here the words.
"Yeah right, like I can get a job at the temp office." Donald said. "My dad has worked only a few days through there. The bitches who give out the job assignments always give the jobs to the women." Another voice agreed, she assumed that was Jeremy. "Yeah, you need your balls removed in order to get a job through there." Which sounded like Travis. "Maybe if I walk in there and act like I'm a queer, maybe those women there could give me a chance." "That, or you can get a sex change." Travis said. That followed by laughter, then Jeremy said, "Yeah, we can call you Donna." Which also followed with laughter, next with mocking the Richie Valens' Hit 'Oh Donna.' Jackie heard the door that lead outside open, with a comment on how cold it was.
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