Whispers In The Wind

PikaDarkness

Chapter 11

Emotional Questions.

Jeff layed awake for hours just thinking of something Andrea had told him the day he found her in Team Rocket, and there was a particular thing she said, that was stuck on his mind. And he couldn't push it away.

"Andie?" He muttered, shaking her gently. "Are you awake?"

He recieved a moan and a yawn "I am now... what is it?"

"Do you remember... back at Team Rocket, and you told me that they have tricks to addle peoples health?" He decided to start with that and slowly get to the point. "You told me my dad didn't die from a heart attack... what did he die from?"

Andrea sighed and sat up. "Look, I'm not proud of what I saw... I don't wish to talk about it."

Jeff sat up too with a beseeching expression. "Please... I want to know... I need to know. He's my father after all, I have the right to truly know how he died... or was killed." he winced at the last word. "Please..."

"Ok. But don't get mad." Andrea took a deep breath and began:

Jerry was sitting in the living room, watching T.V. The front and back doors burst open, alarming him. "What are you doing here? This is breaking and entering! Get out."

"I see you possess that determined spirit just like Jeff does... I guess he got it from you... how extraordinary..."

Jerry's ears picked up. "How do you know my son?" he was now frightened something had happened to him. "What do you want with him, and what do you want with me?" his hands curled into fists, trying to look menacing, even though he was outnumbered at least twenty five to one. He didn't want to be remembered as a coward, because he was nothing of the sort.

"How we know your son shouldn't matter to you, we just want him to accompany us, and you as bait. Nothing harmful unless you disagree which would be unwise..." This man's voice was as soft as silk, it had a certain deadly charm about it which forced you to take him seriously. "Don't even think about fighting, your at a disadvantage, and we don't want to kill you unless provoked..."

"I'm not bait, nor are you going to get my son to go anywhere with you! Your wasting your time so you might as well leave!" Jerry shouted courageously, pointing a lone finger at the door. "You thick skulled yellow-bellied, scum!" that proved to be the biggest mistakes of his life.

The man's eyes became reduced to slits. "Unwise..." and he lunged forwards, and suddenly something white hot burned from within Jerry, making him scream in immense pain. He clawed at his skin, desperate to get rid of the torturous feeling. "I think Hardy, that your son might want to come with us... now that you've been delivered the most deadly poison in the world... and it is going to kill you..." he then motioned for his crew to leave.

But a black haired woman stayed behind. "Jerry... I am so sorry about this!" Andrea whimpered, sitting beside him.

"No... your d-dead...!" Jerry gasped, involuntery twitching, feeling the poison take almost every fibre of his being away by the minute.

Andrea shook her head. "No, I feigned it... I had to... I just wanted to keep Jeff and Emma safe."

Jerry's eyes widened at the mentioning of his only child. "Jeff... tell him... tell him... I love him... and-and that... I'm so proud of him..." Jerry gasped. "It is im...important he knows-knows this... tell him..."

"I will Jerry I will..." Andrea nodded, tears falling down her face. "I wish I had antidote on me... then you could tell him yourself..."

Jerry's eyes met hers. "Just tell him... when you see him... I need him to know..."

"He will know, I swear he will." Andrea looked him directly in the eyes, her brown eyes sparkling from growing tears... how was she going to tell Jeff?

"Tell him... he is and always will be... the best thing... that ever happened to me... and that... and that..." his eyes scrunched, trying to force his last words from within himself, out. "that... I want him to be happy... because that... is what makes me happy... tell him... that... please..." and with that, his eyes rolled back into his head and his last shuddering breath escaped him as he died.

"Rest in peace Jerry... rest in peace..."

Andrea wrapped her arms around Jeff, comforting as he cried. He buried his face into her shoulder. It was difficult to digest what he had learned, that Jerry wanted to say so much to him, face to face, but never got that opportunity... so he used Andrea to do it.

"I'm sorry." Andrea whispered, running her warm hands through his hair. "If I could take it back and warn him before hand then I would have..."

Jeff couldn't respond, he only clutched her tightly. His tears grew, and so did his shaking.

"Please say something..."

Jeff sniffed. "I never got to tell him how much-how much I loved him either... I wasted so many opportunities... and now it's too late!"

"I think he already knew..." Andrea whispered. She placed a hand over his heart. "Because he lives inside of you now..." That proved too much and Jeff burst back into tears. They sat there for what felt like days until the tears dried, and the only reminder of his crying was the twitches from overdoing the tears.

It was hard for him to know his father was murdered, that his last words were begging Andrea to tell him how much he meant to him. If only he had been in the house at the time... he might have had a chance at survival...

"Don't blame yourself..." Andrea warned, as if she knew what he was thinking. "It's not your fault, there was nothing you could have done."

Jeff buried his face into her chest, his hands curling around the back of her pyjama shirt. "I can't stop th-thinking about... what I could have-have done if I were there... if I could have helped..."

"Its no good wondering, or it will drive you insane" Andrea whispered, her hands still trailing through his blonde/brown hair. "Now, I think you should try to get sleep, you've been hurt enough tonight to deal with much more." She didn't move him off her, instead she grabbed the doona's and pulled it over themselfs and then wrapping her arms around his midsection. When he couldn't get to sleep, she did something she had never done for him before: sang to him, her soft voice entrancing him, until his eyes closed, and a dreamless sleep overpowered him.

To Be Continued...

Didn't I warn you this was emotional? Please tell me your reactions to my most dramatic chapter in anything I have written... and could you please tell me if I have grown as a writer? I'm not sure if I have at the moment.

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