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"...he's out then?"
Jackson shook his head as he sat with Joe in a beer garden in the late Summer sun in Hotten.
"Yep...came round the other day...blimey, I was so glad to see him, I really was Joe...but that's when it all come out"
Joe sat with his sunshades on top of his head, "...so let me get this straight...HE upset this Carole individual in Whitby"
Jackson leaned back in his seat, his Tshirt tight and cutting into his shoulders, "That's about the thick of it...HE wanted to run Aaron down because HE scratched the nutters pride and joy...and there was ME thinking I was saving him because he was more interested in his kebab than looking where he was going"
Joe took a sip of his pint, "I'm guttered for you mate...where is he now"
"Don't care, as long as he is far away from here as possible"
Both watched a married couple see to a toddler in a pushchair nearby. Jackson pursed his lips and turned back to Joe, "...Whitby was supposed to be a new start for us...get away from the village and everyone...trust me to get it all wrong again"
"It's NOT YOUR fault, it's Aaron...he doesn't use his loaf as usual"
"Big time...", he looked down to the false leg. Joe could closely see it because the builder was wearing his long length black footie shorts, "Everytime I look at this...everytime I strap it on in the morning or take it off at night...HE is on my mind...HE causing it"
Joe could see Jackson was getting wound up, "...I feel like getting hold of him and chucking him in front of a a speeding train"
Joe looked up, "that's a bit harsh"
"Not harsh enough the way I'm feeling at the minute, clapping eyes on him in 50 years time would be too soon enough"
"How's Jack taking it?"
Jackson shrugged, "He knows it was Aaron who did it...I don't know how he feels about it because he still thinks Aaron's gonna turn up..."
Jackson downed his pint and nodded to Joe's empty glass, "You want another?"
"No...and YOU shouldn't too, THAT'S your 4th pint, int it?"
Jackson dismissed that with a, "If I wanna go pissing what money I've got left up the wall, then that's up to me"
Joe nodded, "Yeah, you are, and you drink too much when you are stressed...what about these therapy classes you were going on about?"
Jackson pulled out his wallet, "...I've changed my mind...can you imagine turning up to one of them gigs...I'll be the youngest one there by about 50 years"
"Oh come on, they can't be all old foggies"
Jackson glared at him, "Have YOU seen them congrigate at the front of the main entrance to the general? They are all about 90, and smoking away like troopers...I'm NOT one of that lot"
"Well if you change your mind"
"I won't"
Joe stood and snatched up his car keys from the table, "Come on...I'll drop you home"
Later at home, Jackson walked in and went into the lounge. Jerry was trying to fry chips in the pan in the kitchen. The house stunk of chip fat.
"...thank god YOU are home! Can you do anything with this..."
Jackson sighed and went into the kitchen. The builder could see the chips were over done and the eggs in the frying pan were dry as a bone.
He gave his dad a filthy look, "you expect ME to eat that crap?"
"I thought I mind try and ween us off the takeouts"
Jackson blew out a laugh, "...and kill us off with your naff cooking? Why don't you just go call Eileen and beg her to come back...just tell her if she don't, then you are in danger of giving us all heart failure with the shite you are serving up"
Jerry looked dispondant and turned off the gas, "Take out it is...", he muttered.
Jackson slumped onto the couch and reached for the remote. The news was on. Jerry came in with a T towel, "would you at least help us out with the washing up"
The builder screwed his face up, "...what? Dry up all the stuff we haven't even ate off?"
"Jackson I'm trying...cut me some slack will you"
"NO, I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT!"
Jackson looked at him, his face red and nasty.
Jerry bit his tongue to stay calm, "...just CALL him...because this is all what this is about..."
Jackson looked at him in surprize, "ME call HIM? No chance, I'LL RATHER STICK PINS IN MY EYES!...YOU should be pleased...you've never liked me and him being together"
Jerry shook his head, "No I didn't and I didn't hide it, but I don't like this either, so do us ALL a favour and call him"
Jackson looked at his mobile, then gave his dad a sneer, "I can't be bothered...do something useful and grab us a beer from the fridge"
"Go grab it yourself"
Jerry was gone.
Jackson shook his head, "OH YEAH, WALK OFF WHY DON'T YAH!", he then chucked the TV remote after him.
Jerry sighed in the kitchen, it was still early day. Jackson was still angry, but he WILL get through this...he was determined to help him, whatever it takes...
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