Jack sat in the room. Staring at his son.. he had a mask on. Ivs in his arms.. he just stared.. He never thought Jackson would try to do this? The doctor walked up. "Jack Storm?" Jack stood up and answered "Yes? How's my son?" The man answered "He will be okay. He's very lucky. We were able to reverse the effects. We won't be giving him any pain medication or anything though.. His body has had to much.. Now he will wake up shortly. It shouldn't take long to kick in. He will be in a lot of pain. Tired. Weak. Moody. We will want to do a psych evaluation before he leaves. But.. long as he is alright.. he's free to go in a few days. That girl saved his life. A few more minutes and he would have suffered severe brain and nerve damage.. or worse..". Jack glanced over at his son.. "Thank you.. um.. don't tell anyone anything. I wanna tell the girl. Okay?" Jack said. The doctor nodded and left the room. Jack sighed. Staring... Jack grabbed Jackson's hand and spoke softly. "This could work for us..I'm not gonna watch you kill yourself though...". Jack rubbed his thumb on Jackson's hand.. "I won't watch you do this.. I'll.. I'm gonna go take care of some things..". Jack stood up and left the room. This could work. He could actually get rid of Rachel for good here.. Jack walked out to the waiting area.
Rachel was sitting there. Bent on her knees. Crying. Praying. Jack walked out. Rachel ran and grabbed his shoulders and cried out "Tell me he's okay!.. please!?" Jack stared into her crying eyes.. He debated on telling the truth instead.. but he knew he could get rid of her this way.. Jack frowned and answered "No.. he didn't make it..". Rachel grabbed her stomach... the baby.. she cried hard. She felt like she lost the ability to breathe.. she fell to her knees.. Jack spoke up "He was already gone." Rachel clenched her baby.. she cried painfully. Jack knelt down and spoke up "There is no need to keep a dead mans baby.. don't raise that thing in this terrible place. You're a smart girl.." he patted Rachel's back and stood up. Frowning and went back to Jackson. Rachel couldn't believe this... Why is it that everyone left her or died around her!.. she debated in this moment.. if keeping the baby was more like signing a death sentence for the baby..
Jack closed the door quietly.. he leaned against the door. He felt awful.. That poor girl.. "Thank you.." he muttered.. Jack sighed. Jackson slowly opened his eyes. Jack walked over to his son. He stared. Kinda smiled. Happy he was alive. Jackson stared. Hisneyes looked a bit red.. Jack grabbed his son's hand tightly. Jackson didn't understand.. Jackson tried to move. But the pain was unreal.. especially in his stomach. He turned his face away. Jack spoke up "Hey... things will be fine. You get to walk away from this in a few days Jacky..". He stared. Why did is dad just call him that?.. Jackson was in to much pain to care. Jack mentioned "Hey that.. um.. situation with the pregnant girl? It's taken care of okay?" Jackson's eyes opened wider. He grew more awake. He felt sick.. Jackson didn't say anything. But he thought about it. About Rachel. The baby.. but.. it was best if it was over with.. he couldn't be a father. He was a mess..
Now after a few days Jackson was released. He spent a good week at home. Jack couldn't watch Jackson try this again. And he couldn't understand why.. Instead of trying to really help his son.. he had a plan.. Before his father came into his room. Rachel never tried contacting Jack or anything. She was gone. The baby was gone.. Jackson thought. Jack knocked and walked into his son's room.
Jackson stared. "Son.. I need you to listen to me." He said. Jackson stared. He was listening. Jack thought before speaking. He just had to get Jackson out.. He couldn't watch his son destroy himself.. so he lied.. "Um.. you know that girl?.. I told you the situation was handled
Right?" Jackson nodded. Jack sighed and sat down next to his son. "Well she wants child support. And she wants you to raise it. I told her you can't. With the career you want. You don't even work anywhere..". Jackson frowned. Jack continued. "But.. I can do this." He handed his some a check. Large amount of money. "Now I wrote a very convincing letter to one the racing schools down south. They took a liking to you. I sent them videos of you taking laps. They want you. And giving that I think being here. With this woman would destroy you. I think you should go. Run. Start you a new life?" Jackson stared at the check.. Jack continued "If you don't run away from this. She is going to come after everything you make. She is going to drain you. Mentally and physically. You will never become the racer you want if you stay here anymore. And if you decide to support this.. girl.. I will not help. You will be ok your own." Jackson replied asking "This is really the best way?" Jack stared into his son's eyes.. he swallowed hard and answered "Yes. Just go." Jack stood up and left. Jackson sighed. He stared at the check. If he left he would not only cut off from Rachel. But.. it meant he could get away from this place.. Jackson out the check into his wallet and packed his bags. Jack was downstairs. He stopped Jackson for a moment. Kenna stood there next to Jack. Jackson stared at them. "I'm leaving." He said firmly. Jack nodded and shook his son's hand and replied "Good luck. Be in touch. Okay?" Jackson faked a smile. Kenna grabbed him and hugged him. "I'm so sorry Jacky." Jackson patted her back. She let him go. And with that Jackson left.
He shut the door of his car. He looked at his fathers house one last time. He took a deep breath. And he drove away. Kenna watched. She then asked her love. "Why did you send him away?" Jack grabbed her hips and answered "Becuase I can't watch him try to hurt himself again. I'd rather he leave." Kenna sighed. Jack kissed her and grabbed her back side. "Come on. Things will be fine. He will be fine..". Jack didn't really think that though. He honestly figured Jackson would try that again. Jack just couldn't handle it. He'd rather this is how his son left. He didn't like that he had to lie to him and Rachel. But Jack truly believed that kid would ruin Jackson.
Jackson went to the school. Being off all drugs was hard for the first year. But he got better. He couldn't shake the empty and guilty feeling inside. His pain and broken heart. He shut people out once they got close. Jackson was doing better.. He decided not to talk to his father though. But he wrote some letters...
Dad,
I couldn't say this to your face. Mostly because you would stop me and it would just turn into a fight. But I hate you.
Everything you did. Was for yourself. I know that now. And honestly I know I left Becuase if other reasons. But getting away from you is he best thing that happened to me!
You are the one who is worthless and useless and crazy.
You messed me up and set me up for failure!
Because of you I can't even look at any woman without thinking of your disgusting hands being all over her!
I can't get close to anyone because I can't trust them!
You ruined my life. Not that girl!
Not the drugs! And I tried to end it! Not because of anything else but you! You made me want to be done.
Be over! And you shouldn't have saved me! I wanted to die. If I ever see you again it will be me beating your face into the casket itself! Don't ever think my success is because of you!
Jackson Storm
Dad,
It's that time of year mom left and passed. And its funny I find myself thinking about you. How I messed up and told her. You know I didn't mean to hurt the two of you.i just wanted to say I wish it was you.
I wish you packed your bags instead of hers! I wish you walked out that door and I wish you got into that accident.
I will never forgive you for sending her away! I may have done it. I know. You remind me every year. You don't have to be here to remind me I screwed up! I know I did! I don't ever wanna see you!
Jackson Storm
But he never sent them. He just became angry writing them. He needed a drink. Jackson went out to the bar. He drank some. He was popular at the school for his skills. Everyone knew who Jackson was at school. Stacy came up at the bar and flirted a bit. Making small talk about school. She was just some engine mechanic. But Jackson had enough drinks that he needed a better distraction. Stacy was just babbling about school. When Jackson grabbed her hand and kissed her deeply. Stacy thought the kiss was more. But it was just that a kiss. As he released her. Stacy smiled and asked "wanna?.. head out somewhere then?..". She blushed. Jackson glared and answered "Yes. Please." The two kids went to Jackson's place. He had his own. Once inside Jackson didn't waste time pushing Stacy against the wall and kissing her. Pressing his bidy against her.
It became a pattern. Every week or so. A different face. Instead of drugs this was what he used to numb his pain. But it barley worked. Stacy, Penny, June, Carly, Jenna, Harley, Gena, Carla.. these hook ups got old eventually... he didn't know what else he'd do.. they always ended. He couldn't go past that. He didn't love any of these girls.. He just felt so empty..
Jackson woke up. Next to a little red head. He stared at her. She woke up and looked at Jackson. She smiled and spoke "Hey.. i think last night was good." Jackson half smiled and replied asking "Just good?" The girl laughed and corrected "Okay it was a little better than that." Jackson replied "Ill show you better later." He winked. The girl sat up. Jackson grabbed his phone. "I gotta get to the track." He said as he stood up. The girl looked Jackson up and down and bit her lip. Jackson noticed and spoke up to her "Don't make me have to wipe that smile off your face." That only made her smile more. Jackson continued "Keep it up babe. I'll make sure later I show you something to really smile about." He grabbed some clothes. The girl asked "Isn't today the day all the sponsors are coming around?" Jackson answered as he brushed his hair "Yup. I won't be here much longer." The girl walked over and asked "Why not? Think you'll get asked to the big leagues." Jackson laughed and answered "Phh please. I'm the best out there. No one has beat my speed and my record on track. Don't worry sweet heart. I'll send you a post card." He winked. Then left.
Everyone greeted Jackson throughout the school. Especially the girls. Some nerd ran up to him. "Hey Jackson. I wanted to run these by you?" Jackson sighed rolling his eyes and stopped staring at the younger man. "Look. I'm not gonna sugar coat it anymore Daren. Your ideas suck. Your race car design is the stupidest thing I've seen. The way it would drafts dn wind and g force?" Darren pushed his glasses on. A pretty blonde walked by. Jackson stared and smiled at her. Darren spoke up trying to get Jackson's attention again "But this one is different. I promise. Just take a... your not listening are you?" Jackson watched the blonde walk away. She waved. Jackson made a seductive look her way. Darren glared at Jackson. Jackson grabbed the papers from the guy and replied "Right I'll take a look. Later." He slapped the papers back to Darren and began to walk off. Annoyed. Daren followed and stopped Jackson again "Please! Just.. here take them with you. Tell me about later after you look over them. Okay?" Jackson sighed and took them back. "Fine." He walked off. He bumped right into some girl. Dropping all the papers everywhere. They both knelt down and started picking up the papers. Jackson snapped at her "Watch where your going!" The dirty blonde colored woman looked at Jackson. He stared at her. "Wow.." he said. He was just thinking easy prey. The women had blue eyes. She picked up the photos and prints. She stared at the design.. "Yeah Wow? This design is great." She said with a smile. Jackson gave a weird look and asked "It is?" The woman raised a brow at Jackson. He cleared his throat and repeated more firmly "It is. Ofcorse it is. It's.. my design." He lied with a cocky smile. Jackson stood up. "You look good on your knees." He complimented. The woman glared at Nackson and stood up. She shoved the papers at him and snarled "And you look bette in class! I'm the new mechanics teacher." Jackson smiled and gave a seductive stare and replied "That doesn't stop me." He winked. The woman growled and walked away. Jackson glared and rolled his eyes. He hen looked at the design. It was good. To good.. with his money.. he could make this car. He had to get to the track right now. He had to show the sponsors and snag a contract.
Jackson suited up. Black race suit. His last name
On the back. Grabbed his helmet. Jackson went and stood out with about three other racers. Their coach stood there. Explaining about how they had a few sponsors here watching. Jackson seemed overly confident. The coach explained how it was to be nervous and such. Jackson chuckled. The coach asked "What's funny Storm?" Jackson smiled and answered cocky "Jutt how you're talking about it being okay to be nervous. It's okay to be embarrassed to right?" The coach didn't get it but answered Jackson "Uh?.. Yeah? Sure. Although I don't know why you'd be embarrassed?..". Jackson replied "Oh not me? No." He chuckled and continued "Just hear that guys? It's okay to be embarrassed. Maybe cry a little to there Fred." Jackson winked at Fred who was overly nervous. Fred just got more nervous by that. Jacksom foxes his hair. A few other students came out to watch. A few girls screamed and cheered for Jackson it got not only he racers attention. But the few sponsors watching. Jackson smiled very satisfied and confident. Coach then told them all head out. Jackson leaned on his car. Letting the other racers get in and ready. Coach asked "What are you doing Storm?" Jackson called
Out answering "Oh go ahead and let them start. I'll catch up." The sponsors glanced at the coach.. giving him a confused and weird look. Like seriously? Coach sighed and took a dee breath and let the other racers start. Jackson put on his helmet and got into his little stick car he had been working on. He sped up to the rear. There were only three to pass. Jackson stayed in the rear until the last lap. Then passed them all at once like a ghost. The sponsors liked it. The people watching cheered. One sponsor really liked Storms style as he smiled. The man walked to the coach. "Whose that Storm one." Coach replied "Top driver we have. He's aggressive though off the track. If you wanna talk to him he will be back up in a moment. That's his bag there." Coach walked off. The man stared at the bag. He noticed the car design. He grabbed it and smiled. The man grabbed out his phone and made a call.
"Roy. Hey. I think I found you a racer and a car..."
Really hoping no name screw ups. That was awful! XD