Chapter 1: Another Day
A/N: I decided to do a squeal to A Secret Child, this one being Life. I'm going to go into Jason's POV in this most of this story maybe once or twice into regular mode, I forgot what my English teacher called it, anyways, here you go.By the way I don't do Italic's.
Jason is 13 in this story, he's no longer 5.
Jason's POV
Today is another waste less Saturday I have to spend alone; I'm sort of used to it by now. I wake up at about 10 o'clock do the usual morning routine and then go downstairs to see what lame message my mother has left for me on the fridge. This Saturday's says, "Jason, honey, your dad and I will be home late again. Love you, Mom". I look at the note one more time before I throw it away in the garbage. I open the fridge and as usual, we only have a gallon of milk and a box of cereal in there. Seriously I don't know what mom thinks every morning when she gets ready putting the cereal in there; most normal people put it on the top of the refrigerator. I hope she brings home a bag of groceries when she gets in. Its been like this since Thursday. I swear my mother is out of my mind. I make a bowl of cereal and start eating it until I notice my milk is old. Again another thing I think she does to torture me. Then again, my folks aren't never home and I think the only time they notice me is when I screw up badly. I haven't done that in a while (3 months to be exact). I throw away this cold, torturous cereal before I decide to just not to eat or drink at all. I go upstairs and go ahead and login to MySpace. I see I have 3 incoming friend requests and about 10 new comments, nothing much has happened lately, other than Jazmyne posting about "How a 7-year-old describes sex". Then it hits me, dad and I still haven't had "the talk", mom asks him to have it with me but my dad keeps making up reason's why he can't at the moment. Mom would but then again she doesn't have a penis and a changing Adam's apple.
I sign off of MySpace and get on Yahoo! Messenger. I see about 5 of about 54 of my friends are online. After scrolling up and down the list, I see robztheman is on. Of course like most of today's young adults and teenagers, I meet him online at a message board about some dramatic cop show. When I joined the message board we always private messaged each other, after about 4 months of this we finally exchanged email addresses. I know him for about half a year now and yes I do know about online predators. I click on robztheman and send him an IM.
Jazs0n-Hey
robztheman-Hey, what's up?
Jaz0n-Nothing much, u?
robztheman- My folks just left me here for the weekend u?
Jazs0n-Yeah, pretty much the same, u on the message board
robztheman-yeah, just posting around as usual
Jaz0n- I might do that in a bit.
robztheman-Cool, do you have a mspace?
Jaz0n-?
robztheman- MySpace
Jaz0n-Yeah, its I'm adding you my name is the same thing as my screen name here.
Jaz0n- Ok will add you.
robztheman-cool, hey how come you don't put up a display pic?
Jaz0n-Uhmmm….idk…..y don't u?
robztheman-I'll show you my pic if you sho me urs.
Jaz0n-Uhmm, ok, u first.
He asks me if I want to photo share with him, and I click on accept. Within minutes I see him. Robztheman has light brown hair, green eyes and a weird smile. I keep staring at him, until he buzzes me.
robztheman-hello, urs
Jaz0n-Ok.
I get the most recent one with a group picture of me and all my friends, I'm in the middle keeping Michael and John from giving each other bunny ears, those lame o's. I pull it up and wait for a reply.
robztheman-r u in the middle
I feel myself turning bright red and shocked about how he could know.
Jaz0n-Yeah, y
robztheman- had a feeling
Jaz0n-u never told me how old u were
robztheman- I'm 13, I turn 14 in about 5 months and 3 days.
Jaz0n-So around July 6?
robztheman-Yep, ur good in math dude.
Jaz0n-thanks
robztheman-np
Jaz0n-Where r u from?
robztheman-New York city.
Jaz0n-Really, what part?
robztheman-Queen's, I'm moving to Manhattan in about 4 weeks. I have to go to Liberty Jr High school.
Jaz0n-I go there.
robztheman-What?
Jaz0n-I go to Liberty Jr High School in Manhattan, my rents work for the police here.
robztheman-so mayb I'll be able 2 c u at school then.
Jaz0n-Yeah.
robztheman-I gotta go dude, my folks called, I gotta get ready to go.
Jaz0n-ok, bye
"robztheman appears to be offline and will receive your messages after signing in," Is what Yahoo tells me, I sign off before I go to play the Sims 2. I only have Nightlife, University, Seasons and the H and M fashion crap along with the original, my brother still hasn't given me Pets like I asked him about 2 months ago (see when my brother is in town or I do good or when he feels like being nice, he buys me a new expansion pack). I open up my "Stabler family" and see that things are the same, they are still married and my mom is pregnant, again. (I usually make the family the way I wish it could be). After playing, fixing up my room, I get discouraged and exit my game. That's one thing I hate about playing, I can't make the things that happen in the game to come true. If I had it my way both of my folks would be married, I'd have a little sister and brother, my mother wouldn't be a workaholic and my dad would smile. When in reality, I stay at mom's most of the time, dads after mom and I have an argument, or when she goes out of town. I wish I had younger siblings, because being the baby sucks. I hate how much the both of them work, they still didn't get their hours reduced. I remember one time when I was about 10; I was home lonely for 4 days straight, they didn't even bother to call. So once again I was home bored messing around on the computer.
9:00 P.M
February 3rd
It's about time my parents came home, and as usually mom and dad come into the door arguing about some case. I run downstairs and stand by the door. Mom and dad have now moved into the kitchen, they still didn't notice me coming down the stairs. I go into the kitchen and stand in the entry way. They keep yelling until dad looks at me.
"Go upstairs, right now."
"I need to talk to you."
"Not now."
"Because your mom and I need to talk."
"You're not talking, you're arguing."
"Go to your room now, I mean it Jas."
"Fine, asshole." I know mom or dad is about to say or do something, this is the only way they'll pay attention.
"Am I?" Dad tells me in a smart remark. Mom just rolls her eyes at me.
"Yes, you are."
"You know if I said that to my father, I would be on the ground holding my mouth with blood coming out.
"I don't give a damn dad." And as usual dad slaps me. Mom just stands there she looks at me then says "You need to respect your father."
"Now, go to your room Jason." Dad yells at me. Mom starts unloading the dishes from the dishwasher while my dad and I continue arguing. I look at dad and smirk before he starts back up on the yelling again. "You got to the count of 3, to get to your room."
"Fine you win, as usual." I start going back to my room when I sit on the stairs to see what mom and dad are going to say about me.
"He needs to learn to respect us Liv." Dad tells her, I can tell she stopped loading the dishwasher and the other chair had moved out of place.
"Well what can we do?"
"I can do what my father did to me."
"What is that Elliot?"
"If I misbehaved or didn't show respect I got a back hand across the face like I just did with Jason or he'd take his belt and hit me with me with it."
"That could work, but he'll be pissed as hell."
"He'll get over it, I did."
"I guess." So they decided to hit me, which really sucks. What ever happened to being grounded or punishment, or living with grandma and grandpa? They just don't get it.
"What's the problem now?"
"He's always been like this Ell."
"Maybe it's us." Finally dad acknowledged it was them, Amen. It was about time.
"How."
"Well, one, we're always working."
"Next possible reason."
"I don't know Liv; I'm at wits end with him." Wits, what does that mean, why couldn't he put that in 7th grade terms? Great now I have to look it up.
"I think now would be a good time to have "the talk" with him, and just talk to him."
"I agree." Wow, dad actually wants to have "the talk" with me. What a miracle.
"Ok, I'll go get him." Then it hit me, dad was going to see me on the stairs and snap on me again. Oh well. Dad is now standing in front of me. "Son, I think it's about time we had "the talk"."
"Oh really." I tell dad in a sarcastic voice. He tells me to go upstairs following behind me. After I go inside my room dad closes the door behind me and sit at my computer desk, for God's sake dad it wouldn't kill you to actually sit next to me.
"You know, your body's changing and stuff I though we should…."
"Dad I already know about it, Mr. Oats told us about it"
"Well let's humor your mother then."
"What?"
"Your mom wanted me to have "the talk" with you." Ok, now I know why they don't ever show us this on t.v, this was way weird; dad actually did quotes with his hands.
"I know."
"Look I don't want to be like my father."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, my dad was a bastard." Dad looked at me sort of sad. I wanted to tell him something but that would of only have been mean.
"Oh." Oh, what is wrong with me is that the only word I can say? Oh how retarded that sounds.
"I told myself, after I had Maureen, that I would never be like him, and I guess you can say in reality I am just like him."
"Yeah, both you and mom." I tell dad, I think that might be the only thing I can say to him without getting in trouble.
"I mean what happed down there proved I was no better than your grandfather."
"Ok dad." Ok dad? Why did I say that? I swear I must have been dropped on the head or something that was such a suckish answer.
"How about sometime, on my off days, we spend some time together." Another wow, dad wanted to actually spend time with me. This was weird, is/was he drunk. I don't know but this is so unexpected.
"That sounds good." That actually made sense
"So what do you like to do?" This is sad really. My dad has never payed attention to what I do. Some father of the year.
"Basketball, technology."
"I can play some B-ball."
"Dad, for future reference, don't ever abbreviate your words again."
"Alright. Dad starts laughing, for the first time since I was like 5; dad and I actually had a conversation.
