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Chapter 7

Once the bell for my last class to end had struck, I ran out into the dark hallway and went over to my locker which happens to be right across from my last class, Lucky me. I place my books that I didn’t need on the top shelf of my locker and took my tan Hollister bag out from it and swung it onto my right shoulder.

I close my locker door as I turn around, about to walk away, I jump once I saw Jason standing right in front of my eyes, scaring me, because I had no idea he was going to be right there.

“Don’t scare me like that!” I said, trying to catch my breath from fright.

“Sorry,” he said.

I look down at the ground then back at him. “What do you want anyway?” I ask, trying not to sound rude.

“I was just wondering if we could walk through town tonight, as friends.” He suggests which to me didn’t seem like a bad idea.

“I don’t know, I guess, but I don’t want to be out all night. My parents would probably be freaking out if they knew I wasn’t home before dark.” I tell him.

“No it’s cool, I understand. My step-mother’s like that, but really my dad doesn’t give a rat’s you know what about me.” he rolls his eyes.

“He doesn’t? Kendra didn’t say a whole lot about that.” I reply, raising one eyebrow, interested to know more.

“Uh- never mind; really it’s not that important.” He says to me.

I look at him, confused and I just knew that there was something that he wasn’t telling me.

“I’ll tell you later if we’ll go into town.” He sighs.

I nod and smile. As we walk down the hall I grew a worrying look across my pale face. I was tempted to find out what Jason was hiding about his dad. I wasn’t sure if he was just a bad father or he personally had no desire to care about his children and step children.

Once we reach the upper part of town, which was only about a block away from the school, I want start chatting up a conversation again. So decide to.

“So what is it about your father that you aren’t telling me?” I question.

I knew he was trying to avoid me from the question. He looks off out in the distance, most likely a field.

“He’s just not the dad I use to know. He’s not the guy that I went hunting and fishing with when I was 10. He’s changed.” Jason replies.

“What do you mean he’s changed?” I ask.

“Ever since my mother passed away, he’s been nothing but a worthless bastard. Once he married Angela, Kendra’s mom, he changed a little, but then he got in his moods and started getting aggressive. He’s that way to all of us and it just sickens me that he has to act that way. I miss the old dad. The dad I use to run to when I got my first buck. I was so excited that day…” Jason stops and looks at the ground as we kept walking.

I did the same. I really felt bad for Jason, I really did. I never felt the way he did. I didn’t have an abusive father and I’m glad I don’t.

“I’m sorry,” I let out.

“Don’t be!” he murmurs. “My dad is useless and I don’t think he’ll transform into that guy I once knew. I’m sure you never had a dad like that, I’m happy you don’t, because life would miserable.”

We found ourselves sitting down at a park bench, relaxing for a bit as we chat and some how we got on the subject about my family.

“How’s your family like?” he asks me.

“Ordinary I guess you could say,” I respond.

“I wish I could have a family like that again. Angela makes a great mom, but she isn’t my real mom, you know what I mean when I say that?” he replies.

I shook my head. “I never had it happen to me, but I feel your pain.” I tell him.

He smiles, knowing I’m trying to cheer him up.

“You’re an awesome friend.” He says to me.

“I say the same to you. Say, I never knew that you’re Kendra’s step brother. How come you never told me?” I question him.

“Well, I never would’ve thought you’d be friends with her. Besides, I never really gave it a thought.” He laughs.