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Thirteen Years Of Gray, Chapter 6This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Roby Thomas | |
| Friday, 27 June 2008 | |
Jackie placed her forehead into her door rather harsh. She had thought to herself on how sexist they were. But she began to think about that. She did see a number of men applying. But barely any picking up there checks as she came to think about it. There were mostly women up at the temp office picking up there checks. But wait, that can't just be, that's discrimination, isn't it? Or it really true that those woman working at the temp office are selective? Or those male manager/supervisors are having trouble getting it from there wives at home, so they ask the temp office for more women to come in and work, so they can possibly hook-up? Or they have wet dreams when they sleep on the couch, due to which there wives kick there ass out of bed for not handing them everything in a golden platter? "Mom, may I come out now?" Sean asked. Jackie did not comprehend what Sean said. She still had her head on the wall, her eyes closed. She sank into her realm of misery and was beginning to consume her. "Mom?" Sean asked. Sean was confused on what the hell to do, he worried that if he stepped out of that room, his mom would scream at him. He didn't want that, he was waiting for permission from his mother to step out. "Mom?" Sean asked again. "What??" Jackie screamed with an insolent tone of voice. It scared Sean, he moved behind the door, peaking his head out. "Mom, can I come out and watch cartoons?" He asked. Jackie took a step away from the door and looked over to him, then the TV. Before she could say yes, the phone ringed. "Oh, God." Jackie said in disgust of the phone ringing. Chances were, it was one of Donald's friends or a telemarketer, or possibly a collections call. Jackie was behind on her water and cable bill. She saw the caller ID to see a 313 phone number, with the name of Henby, Fredrick. "Sean, come out and answer the phone, it's your dad." Sean ran to the phone, remarking with a exciting chant of his father calling. It was a Godsend after seeing his mother being so miserable and taking it out on him on a portion. He picked up the phone and answered it with enthusiasm, "Dad!" "Hi, Dad." Jackie had walked into her room, leaving the door open, sitting on her bed, going through her dresser, while listening to Sean's end of the conversation. "I was just watching cartoons, dad." Said Sean from the other room. In the dresser was a flayer for a concert presenting a tour stop in Detroit, which had a row of bands or soloists falling in the pop and alternative genre at the fox theatre in Detroit. "No, I stopped watching cartoons for a minute." Along with that flyer was reservation information at a hotel in Southfield, which was reserved from the first week of November. "Because Mom was yelling at Donnie, she told me to go to my room when she yelled at Donnie." That stopped Jackie for a moment there. She hated it when Sean would tell his dad about what is going on in the house. She shook her head at that and took a look at the flyer at the lists of artists. One that she was very interested in was Lila Hass, a pop-star in training. "Then I asked mom if I could step out, she will get mad at me." Sean explaining what had just happened. Jackie put her hand on her hand and shook it. "Sean, you fff..." She wanted to spit out the word. "You want to talk to mom?" Sean asked his dad over the phone. "Okay..." Don then took the portable phone to his mom, walking inside with it. "Mom? Dad wants to talk to you." He said, putting the phone close to her face. She was looking away, with her left palm to her face, her eyes shut. "Mom? Dad's on the phone." Sean said. Jackie became very annoyed and turned to her son, with a face of anger. Teeth showing as well. Donald knew his mom was angry, but he didn't know why she was. He backed up a step or two, while he reached out holding the phone in front of her, trying to get a way back, in case Jackie was going to slap her son. She grabbed the phone from Donald and stayed with the face of anger which made Sean step back one. "Get out of here!" She said to Sean in silence. She put the phone to her ear while Sean left the room. "Hello, Fred." She said. "Jackie, what's going on over there?" Said Fred, who supported a pleasant voice. "Um... nothing." "Nothing?" Jackie sighed, "Okay, I got mad at Donald. I had him leave the house." Before Jackie could continue, Fred interrupted, "You kicked Donald out?" "No, but, no. I didn't. I just don't like it when Sean is saying that I'm... like... holding him hostage in my room, I'm not. I just don't want him to see or her me argue with Donald. I mean, Donald has been doing things in here that..." Jackie stopped and sighed. "Jackie, what is Donald doing?" Jackie had to make a quick thought, "Um, nothing." "Nothing?" Fredrick asked as if he was being BSed. "Listen, don't worry about it, I'm just going though a tough time right about now." Jackie trying to evade it. "No, Jackie, what is wrong?" Fredrick being aggressive. "Nothing is wrong!" Jackie said over the phone, with her voice becoming more stronger. Fredrick paused. "Jackie, I want to know what is wrong." Fred demanded. Jackie sighed and covered her face, shaking her head whilst her ear was covered with the phone. "Is Donald doing drugs?" Fred asked. She heard Fred's wife in the background saying what in a harsh tone. "Okay, you got me..." Jackie finally breaking the secret. "It's drugs?" Fred asked, followed by a gasp from his wife. "Donald's been smoking pot." She spitted it out.
"Sean, pack up a couple pairs of your clothes, you are going to be staying the night at your dads." Jackie said coming out of her room and heading to Donald's room. "Okay, mom." Sean said, he ran back into his room, which was also his mom's room too. She now intruded into Donald's room, looking through his stuff, his dresser drawers and under his bed, to see a one-hundred dollar bill, a proud and clean Benjamin, something Jackie would like more of. "That ************." She said in silence while simultaneously dropping the mattress back down. "Hey, mom?" Said Sean, trying to get her attention. She looked to see that Sean was right there, holding his Pikachu doll. "Can I bring Pikachu to dad's too?" He asked, onlooking that his mother was basically trashing his room. "Yes, you can. Now, can you please get out of here!?" Jackie asked ruthlessly. Sean complied and walked away from sight. She then looked to the mattress and dunked her head down on it. Allowing herself to think. Jackie was pleasant for the last few years after her divorce with Fredrick Henby. The divorce wasn't harsh, even though she may of made the mistake of signing that pre-nup. However, when she found Fredrick, it was such a recovery from her life in California. She moved back to Michigan where she was born and raised, only living in the Kalamazoo area where she was born and spent her childhood, teenage years and left to Arizona for work at the age of twenty-two, due to Michigan's decreasing job market. She lived in Arizona as a single chick, racking in the dough. The little town of Arizona she had lived in was filled with retired people. And they always had money to spend. She was thinking of when she was twenty-six years old when she met her first husband Benji, for who gave her a pregnancy, a marriage and a step ahead. Then when Don walked to two years of age and Jackie stepped into her early thirties, Benji wanted to move to California. Reason being, to be closer to his family. Jackie did agree, although, really, she didn't want to. Jackie hated California and began to be resentful to her husband Benji for moving her with him. Los Angeles was a shitty place for her and for what she thought would be for Donald too. The arguments, the physical contact with the two escalated into a nasty divorce with a good lawyer on Benji's side. Despite him being arrested once for his domestic violence dispute when he slapped Jackie in front of a cop while outside. After the divorce, she wanted to move back to Arizona, but barely had any money or the will to do so. She was severely depressed and was pushed to the bottom of the barrel. Jumping from job to job, with times having two or three different jobs. She barely slept on the weekdays, due to her having to take care of Donald. But she did somewhat well in the financial department for a single mother after some hard work had been done. Some pride grew from it and her statement was 'fuck men.' However, the bar she tended to on the weekends was rather close to a bad area, close to South Los Angeles, where a couple of times, she was robbed of her cash by gunpoint. Those instances tore her apart emotionally. Which mad her quit her job and chance another without bar tending. LA always had jobs available for anyone, and Jackie could make a job change or two. She found the job working for the Hasserman's by day and working at an industrial factory or a coffee shop at nights and weekends. Her mind was going to go on, but she was interrupted by a doorbell ringing. Jackie beat Sean to the door and opened it. Fredrick was at the door. "Dad!" Sean said as he ran to his father. Fredrick picked-up his son and held him. Fredrick was in his late-forties, just like Jackie. He was just slightly past six feet tall, had a neatly trimmed beard, minus a mustache. Fred Henby was a upper-middle class man, living in Grosse Pointe Park. He was now dating a late-thirties female who looked ten years younger. She was also by the door. "You have your clothes in the bag?" He asked. "Yes." Sean answered. "Okay, make sure you get your coat on, and also some gloves too, it's cold outside." Fred said, then letting him go. Sean ran inside to go get his coat. "May I come in?" Fredrick asked Jackie. He wasn't inside Jackie's apartment "Yes, come in, Fred." Jackie allowed, she turned into the living room. Sean came out of the room he and his mom shared with his coat on, winter hat and gloves on also. Fredrick's girlfriend Samantha had stepped in, the long blond-haired woman said hello to Sean in a high-pitched and sweet voice. Sean ran to her with open arms. Samantha did not bend down to pick up Sean, instead he wrapped his arms around her lower back and pressed his face into her stomach area. "Sam, me and Jackie want to talk, so can you take Sean to the car and start it up?" Fredrick said while handing her the keys to the car. Samantha obtained them, she gave Jackie a quick sour look to Jackie, then she looked to Sean with a smile and the two stepped out of the apartment, closing the door behind. Jackie sat down and looked at Fredrick, "She's a little too young." Jackie making her comment about Samantha's age or as she appeared. "She will be forty in a couple of years." Fredrick said. "Yeah, right." Jackie disagreed. Fredrick paused for a moment. "Listen Jackie. Now bear with me, are you in any financial trouble?" Fredrick said, he was going to continue with another question until Jackie rolled her eyes and looked away from him. "Jackie, I'm sorry, but if Donald is doing drugs, I really do not want Sean here to see that." "He didn't see anything. And he hasn't." "Well, how do you know that when you are at work?" Fredrick said with lifting his arms up. Jackie looked over and opened her mouth, but could not say anything to respond to that. Fredrick dropped his arms. Jackie looked away from him now. "What do you want to do?" She said looking down and away, then she turned to look at him and continued, "Do you want to take him away from me?" She asked.
Sam and Sean were in the white GMC Jimmy. Sam sat on the passenger seat while Sean sat in the back. Fredrick had appeared at the front door, knocking at the window to signal to Samantha to open the door. Jackie saw it all from the breezeway window outside her apartment unit. She saw Fredrick walk into the GMC Jimmy, backed out and drove off. From a middle-class slump of Southern Warren to an elegant Grosse Pointe Park. She slowly walked back to her apartment, trying her best not to cry. She played the song 'Big Girls Don't Cry.' By Fergie in her head, it seemed to work. However, the silence had frightened her. She turned the TV on, and went into her room. The hotel reservations and the flyer about the music fest of multiple bands and solo artists, one particularly of interest was Lila Hass, were still on her bed. She opened that drawer and stuck her hand under some extra papers and pulled out a 9mm Glock Pistol. She put it slowly onto the bed. She put the hotel reservations and the flyer of the concert into a manila envelope. She walked into her closet and grabbed her coat. She put on her coat and placed the pistol on safe, and into her inlet pocket. "You are going to ******* pay for the past thirteen years, you *****." Jackie said out loud. She grabbed her cellphone and the manila folder, tucking it in her coat and walked out of her apartment and headed to the bus stop, heading westbound to Southfield.
Copyright 2008 Roby Thomas |
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