AN: Sup, everyone! Just to shorten everything up, I thank yawl for reading "Welcome to the New Home" up till this high point and a special thanks goes out to my golden, tuff friends who are reviewing! Thank yawl so much! I adore each and every one of you! By the way, I don't think the number system of 911 was around back in the 60's, but if it wasn't, we're just pretending here, k? Just pointing that out now! Now, enjoy this chaper of part 2 of Jazz's life story... :p

Chapter 36

Jazz remained in his bedroom, the door now flung open from Tigerlily's upset depart from the room from only about a minute or so ago. Jazz seriously didn't know what to think, considering that Tigerlily's never been that harsh to him or to anybody at all in her whole life for a change, not even her own abusive folks. Jazz paced his room slowly, thinking hard and heavily about all that was just said and done between him and Tigerlily, leading up to the point as he plopped himself back down on his bed that, that really was it. They were officially broken up, going their own ways and seeing new people...but Jazz didn't think he'd end up doing that anytime soon, considering that Tigerlily was his first ever girlfriend and she shocked him with dumping him over some ridiculous arguement.

However...the exact second that Jazz had rested back on his bed to continue thinking about what all just happened, he heard the sound of a heavy chair get kicked out from underneath something...or someone...and it was followed by the sound of something, or once again someone, getting dragged across the floor a bit...and to top it all off, Jazz's father, Jonas, had started hollering out in so much fear, but then turned into deep, bloodcurdling pain. It was almost as if you could hear the sound of a butcher knife zooming up and flying down every time it dug deep with its...stabbing.

Jazz's heart dropped. He had certainly no idea what was going, but the exact time that he first heard his father scream, he knew that he couldn't be only hearing things, nor that his dad would even make a joke or pull a prank with him thats like that. Without anymore waiting, Jazz bounched back up onto his feet and he bolted out of his bedroom, slamming the door shut (he meant to silently close it, but he was in a hurry...Jazz never slammed his bedroom door, nor any door for that matter) behind him.

"DAD?" Jazz called out when he rushed as fast as he could go down the tan-painted hallway with its matching wooden floor that was throughout the entire upstairs floor (except in the bathrooms). Jazz wash running so fast that he almost slipped on his own feet when he turned around the corner to rush down the carpeted staircase, his hands clenching tightly onto the railing as he pulled himself down a little bit with it, so it could help him continue to go fast so he could finally touch the bottom half of his house and see what the problem was. But before Jazz could even take one step onto the main living room floor (because the carpeted staircase is in the living room), he could hear the sound of the front door being open, silently hitting against the family rooms wall a couple of times in the bone-chilling breeze from the winter day. Now things were starting to get very spooky in Jazz's mind...he was seriously frozen on the first couple of high steps, trying his best to see his dad from where he was at, but it was obvious that he couldn't.

"...Dad?" Jazz gulped. However, nobody answered. "...Daddy?"

Again, there was no reply...there was only the sound of heavy, deep breaths rapidly trying their bests to be taken in and out over and over again. Things from 'spooky' in Jazz's mind were now starting to go to 'completely scary', which was the second of the three points he had of fear in his mind.

Jazz took down a baseball size lump in his throat, which was starting to feel a little sore from being scared, and he now slowly started creeping down the carpeted stairs, hoping to death that Jonas actually was pulling his leg in a prank or a joke or something like that...but Jonas would never do such a thing like that to actually scare his son.

"..Dad, please answer me...this isn't funny..." Jazz gulped "...what's going on down here? What was that noise of something falling and getting dragged? Why were you screaming?"

But still not a single word in response...

"...Daddy?" Jazz gulped again, thinking that, that was going to be his final attempt to get at least one word in reply from his father...but all he heard was the continuing deep breaths that were rapidly being taken in and let out, not giving a chance to let up one bit as they tried getting caught a bit.

"..J-Jazz..." a male voice then stuttered, weakly and sore.

Jazz's heart dropped, knowing that it couldn't be a prank or a little joke he was in at that moment. That voice was his fathers trying to say his name without stuttering, and not to mention trying to say more than just Jazz's name, but he couldn't catch enough breath from being so weak to say as much as he wanted to.

"Dad?!" Jazz gasped, both anxious and scared in how Jonas suddenly sounded after he last recently talked to him all happily upstairs in his bedroom. Quickly without another moment to lose, Jazz bashed down the carpeted staircase, both of his hands still clenching the smooth, dark brown, wooden railing to pull his down and allow him to go faster a bit.

"Daddy!" Jazz said again when he finally took his first step onto the living rooms white carpet floor, his hands no longer tightly grasping the railing and his eyes now connected to his sock-wearing feet because he always looked at how he only ran up and down the stairs to make sure he wouldn't trip or slip or anything like that...but when Jazz didn't get any response from his dad this time and he finally looked up, Jazz's whole body crashed with a giant bolt of both terror and shock that went throughout his entire body. His china-blue eyes sprung huge as his heart felt like it was about to explode, getting clenched and squeezed tightly with such rough grips of sorrow and pain.

The kitchen chair that Jonas was sitting in was now knocked over on the shiny wooden floor in the kitchen (that explains the loud noise), the newspaper flipping over, open all over beside the chair, too...and in the center of the living room (the dragging noise...)...laid Jonas, back-side down and his dark blue eyes were now red-rimmed, crying to death with the steaming tears falling down the sides of his head like a rapid waterfall, as if the devil had just taken him down to hell for no reason at all. Surrounding Jonas was nothing but a pool of red, which was growing bigger and staining the whole area of the white carpet that Jazz's father was actually resting back on in such pain. His whole shirt was drentched, and along with his hands, which were clenched over the top of his stomach from where the red gushes were coming from, was completely dripping and all wet from the red liquid. Not only that...but the living room was freezing, due to the front door of the house actually being open and it gently banging on the family room wall from the winter breeze (which had to do with a fast departure)...and resting to the left of Jonas's body...was the butcher knife, each of its sharpend edges and pointy pricks now covered in the matching color of red...none other than Jonas's blood.

Jazz felt his whole body start to tremble, and it obviously wasn't because of the cold air that was now dancing all around the family room. Jazz now went from his 'completely scary' point on his three parted fear thought to the highest point of level three, which was 'drop dead terrifying', but he's never even made it up to that high point ever in his entire life...and the first time he regretfully does reach that third point...his fathers laying there all weak, covered in his blood with stab marks from getting gutted a bit in his stomach, and he can't even get up or talk much.

"DAD!" Jazz cried, tears now piling completely up in the twelve-year-old boys china-blue eyes as he quickly bolted over to the front door of the house and slammed it shut, so not another single breath of the cold chilly air from outside could enter the house. Jonas was already bleeding to death from being stabbed and gutted a bit. Just being freezing cold would make it so much easier for him to fall asleep, but Jazz fell straight onto his knees beside his father after he quickly retrieved the phone and told him not to fall asleep. Jazz was afraid if he went to sleep right there on him...then he possibly wouldn't ever see him awake ever again, nor would the police when they arrived to come take Jonas to the emergency room.

"Dad, what happened?! Who did this to you?!" Jazz exclaimed full of tears, trying his best to wipe away all of them with his shoulder, considering that both of his arms were busy, one applying pressure to one of his dads wounds to stop the rapid bleeding while the other one held the phone up to his ear, waiting to death on the edge of completely breaking down for someone to pick up. Since Jazz learned in school before that rapid bleeding needed to be stopped quickly, he pressed the speaker button on the phone then allowed it to fall down onto the carpet, then listened to the rapid beating of his own heart in his chest, along with the waiting tone of the different rings that came from the phone on Jazz's 911 call, and Jazz placed his other hand over one of the other holes in his fathers stomach, pressing hard to stop the bleeding the best he could while Jonas clenched his red-rimmed eyes shut and screamed out painful yells.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Jazz sniffled "but we need to stop the bleeding!"

"N-no..y-you're doing g-g-good, J-Jazz...ke-ep d-doing w-what you're d-doing.." Jonas sniffled along as he opened his eyes back up, allowing his tears to fall more and more, faster and faster in front of his son, who he was trying his best to grin at so he could at least slide some of his fear over, but with too much stinging and painful feelings that was stabbed in his stomach, he couldn't pull it off...and not being able to smile...that was one heck of a change when coming to Jonas Trever Roberts...

"Who did this to you, Daddy?! Who?!" Jazz demanded, more and more cries stacking completely up in his voice as he continued applying as much pressure as he could to end Jonas's fast bleeding, but Jazz knew that he wouldn't be able to heal his dad all by himself.

"...L-Lily, s-son...it was h-her..." Jonas confessed, some more sniffles added into his weak speaking.

Jazz's eyes shot even bigger as they watered even more, remembering how he and Tigerlily got into an arguement that really shouldn't have ever happened in Jazz's opinion, and it was over very ridiculous topics that were nothing but false statements, but Tigerlily felt guilty that she didn't get any love from her folks, them abusing her and all, and not to mention that they didn't even celebrate the holidays because they swore that she already ruined their lives, Tigerlily didn't want to listen or witness Jazz having anymore fun with his parents...but she quickly fleed the scene right after she snuck up behind Jonas, kicked the chair out from underneath him, grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him to the center of the family room...and then she stabbed him with the butcher knife (explains the door being open when Jazz came downstairs).

"Tigerlily...did this?" Jazz gulped

"...Y-yes, J-Jazz...my b-boy..s-she just w-went o-off...o-out of n-nowhere..." Jonas tried to go on explaining it all, but his painful moans and tearful groans kept interrupting what he was trying to choke out the best he could.

"Shush, Dad...it's o-okay...I'm h-here.." Jazz sniffled, quickly wiping away some of the tears with his shoulder, but new ones instantly took their places as he continued staring at his father, applying as much pressure as possible to the two-of-the-five wounds that was stabbed through Jonas's stomach.

"911 emergency, what's your emergency?" a female voice suddenly asked on the phone, which was still on speaker. Jazz's heart leaped up so hard in his chest right after he was finally able to hear somebody elses voice on the other side of the line, talking to him to help him through with all that was going on.

"Hello? Is anybody th-"

"My fathers been stabbed!" Jazz cried out, not giving the female dispatcher any chance to complete her question on if anyone was really speaking to her about an emergency.

"You're fathers been stabbed, you said?"

The female lady sounded like she was in her thirties, remaining calm over the phone with Jazz because when you're a dispatcher of any kind, it's your job to remain calm so whoever they're talking to will calm down along with them.

(Bold: Jazz Italic: Female dispatcher)

"Yes! He was stabbed with a butcher knife by my ex-girlfriend!"

"Okay, okay, slow down, please. I know you're scared, but you're going to have to try your best to remain calm so I can get all of what you're telling me and inform the police about it, okay? Can you do that, please?"

Jazz took in and let out a few deep, but soft, rapid breaths to himself as he continued crying to himself, his father still having his eyes on him as he whispered to his son, "...Do it, son...d-do it f-for me..."

And with that, Jazz nodded his head at his dad, but considering that the female dispatcher couldn't see him, he began sniffling his words again to her, trying his best not to break down. At least not yet.

"You said that your ex-girlfriend did this?"

"Yeah! She just ran out of the house, though! Maybe 'bout five or so minutes ago!"

"Okay, give me your address so I can inform the police. How old are you anyway? And what's your name?"

Jazz sniffled out his homes address to the dispatcher, then informed her his name and that he was only twelve. That's when the female dispatcher asked if anybody else was in the house, but she began getting very scared when Jazz told her that it was only him and Jonas. At that moment, the female dispatcher began thinking about how much fear Jazz could be going through, and not to mention huge sorrow and pain being in such a huge situation like that with nobody else around to help. God, please, save this kids father...that was the only thing that the female dispatcher was thinking to herself at that moment.

"What's your ex-girlfriends name, Jazz?"

"Tiger- I mean Lily!"

"Lily who?"

"Lily Amelia Stuart!"

"Do you know her address?"

Jazz nodded his head, but since he was remaining just over the phone, he went on explaining Lily's house address to the female dispatcher.

The female dispatcher then instructed Jazz to check if his father was breathing, which Jazz informed her that he was actually staring right into his dads eyes at that exact moment, which is when the female dispatcher told Jazz to apply pressure to as many stab wounds as he could. Once again, Jazz shared that he was already doing so, but he had to painfully tell the dispatcher that his father was still losing what seemed like to him, gallons of blood. Jonas was starting to grow more tired, and his skin began sucking out to a white pale sheet, along leaving nothing but an icy cold touch, and black circles seemed to start forming around his eyes from losing so much of his blood. But Jazz kept nudging his dad to open his eyes every time he attempted to shut them with one of his legs, his hands still remaining to try and take care of his bloody, sore, tense wounds the best he could.

"You're doing a great job, Jazz. Don't let your father fall asleep, okay? The cops should be there with an ambulance in about three minutes,"

But it was like Jazz wasn't even listening to her. The female dispatcher knew that he heard her though, because she could hear his faint whimpers for Jonas to continue to stay awake and that the ambulance should be there in about three minutes...and after those three minutes officially did pass, the cops had arrived.

"Alright, Jazz, the cops are there, so I'm going to hang up now, okay?"

"Okay! Thank you!"

Hearing those last words from Jazz before he clicked off from the phone call certainly did make the female dispatcher tear up, and she prayed to herself in hope for Jazz's father to make after being stabbed and gutted a bit.

Jazz stood there, struck with so much fear and tears as he watched about seven police officers flee into his house from the front door, which was still remaining unlocked. Jazz's hands were bathed in Jonas's blood, and all the poor twelve-year-old boy was doing was standing there, being told by one of the male officers in a kind, but yet sorrow filled voice to stay back. Jonas was now laying on a gurney, with a cozy warm blanket covering his whole body up, and bandages that were drentched with some water and medicine were now covering all over the stab wounds that were on his stomach.

Three of the seven police officers took their guns out and hiked around the other parts of the house, along back outside around the property of the Roberts's home to make sure that Tigerlily wasn't still out there, and if she was, they would take her and haul her in for committing such a terrible crime of attempting murder. Two of the seven cops attempted talking and getting replys out of Jonas, but all they got were terrible moans, painful groans, sorrow stutters, and tearful cries from so much pain. Another police man had picked up the butcher knife that Tigerlily had used on Jonas and carried it outside to give it to the head police officer to study and find any parts of Tigerlily's DNA on it, like fingerprints at the most. The last cop was a pretty female in her twenties, and she was standing by Jazz's side, holding him close as she stroked his hair and allowed him to cry into her uniform. She then gave Jazz a cloth to wash the blood of his father away from his arms and hands, and after Jazz did so, he thanked the female officer, who introduced herself as Officer Hicks, and she informed Jazz that they had called his mother, sharing that she'd be back in a few moments.

"We got to get him to the hospital! Fast!" one of the male officers instructed

"M-my s-son..." Jonas then stuttered

Both of the male cops that were trying their best to get words out of Mr. Roberts stared at him, their eyes big from shock after hearing him finally speak.

"What was that, Mr. Roberts?" the other male officer asked

"M-my son...l-let m-me see h-him f-first...p-please..." Jonas pleaded, his dark blue eyes still remaining full of tears, but at the same time...that love and laughter from the past were glimmering off at the same time.

At first, the two male police officers just exchanged looks, wondering if it was an okay thing to do before they really had to rush Jonas to the hospital, but after remembering how Jazz was all alone when this all happened, and not to mention that this ex-girlfriend of his was the reason why his father was all stabbed up and nearly gutted. So, the two male cops then looked over at Jazz, who was just staring back at them with a pleading expression straight on his face, tears now being held back and Officer Hicks's arm around his shoulder to comfort him.

"Alright, boy," one of the male officers said, montioning his head for Jazz to come over and see his dad. "Quickly come see your father before we jet him off to the emergency room."

Quickly without any hesitation, but still slightly trembling, Jazz trotted over to the gurney that his father was resting back on, looking completely comfortable, but was truly in so much pain with the medicine and water stinging his open wounds that would be stitched up in a few and just the thought of him losing so much blood, which was still stained on the white carpet, hurt his head.

Jazz gulped at Jonas's pale white face and gently took a hold of one of his hands, feeling how icy cold his skin still was.

"Yeah, Dad?" Jazz sniffled, still holding back the tears as best as he could. Before Jonas could get a single word out from his lips though, he closed his eyes, right before Jazz gently, but slimly roughly, smacked Jonas's shoulder with his free hand, which instantly made Jonas's eyes open back up and focus on his son once again.

"I j-just want y-you to know...t-this isn't y-your fault, y-you h-hear? Y-you did n-not c-cause this t-to happen..." Jonas stammered out the words the best he could, feeling weaker and weaker, even more tired than before, but he wouldn't allow himself to shut his eyes again. "J-Jazz...y-you saved m-me...y-you're my hero...I love you, s-son.."

Not being able to handle it any longer, Jazz finally allowed his tears to spurt out of him all over again, as he sniffled out the words, "I love you, too, Dad..."

"I'll be h-home before y-you know it...j-just wait a-and see...I promise you...I'll be b-back s-soon..." Jonas assured "tell y-your mother that I, I l-love her, too...t-take care of h-her for me until I g-get back, okay, J-Jazz?"

"I promise I will, Daddy...get better soon, please...Mom and I can't get along the same without you," Jazz informed, as if he didn't think that Jonas knew that already, but he wanted to say it anyway. "I love you, Dad..."

"I l-love you, t-too, s-son...s-stay strong t-though...I p-promise I'll b-be back soon...but I g-got to go now...s-stay strong and very t-tuff with y-your musical t-talent while I'm o-out...I promise y-you o-once again though...I'll b-be back very s-soon...I l-love you o-once again, J-Jazz..." Jonas said

"I love you more, Dad! I will always love you and get better soon! I love you so much!" Jazz cried...which is when he had to slowly release his fathers hand and watch as the two male cops rolled him out of the house on the gurney. After that, Officer Hicks told Jazz not to worry and that his mom would be back in a couple of minutes, right before she left with the rest of the cops, leaving Jazz to just sit there on the white couch and lay down, resting his eyes a bit in hoping that he was having one heck of a nightmare...but every time he opened his eyes, he saw the blood stains on the white carpet...and he knew that he certainly wasn't dreaming.

About five minutes later, Jazz heard Marnie's SUV pull up in the driveway, right before her door slammed shut, and the exact second that Jazz sat back up on the couch from laying down and trying his best to rest, the front door of the house flew open and Marnie stomped in with a single brown papered bag of groceries. Jazz looked at her, realizing that she didn't look pleased one bit, and instead of greeting him with a loving "Hello" and a family hug and kiss like usual, Jazz watched full of shock as Marnie dropped the bag of groceries to the floor without any cares and then she SMACKED Jazz across the face!

Jazz released a single yelp of shocking, stinging pain, his hand flying up to where his mother smacked him on his cheek, and his eyes started filling up with steaming tears all over again, but he's never ever been slapped by his folks. Never.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Marnie yelled, smacking her son across the face again, her hand painfully hitting the same spot that she had just smacked on his cheek that was now bright red and stinging from so much pain.

"What? M-mom? I didn't do anything! What are you talking about?" Jazz nervously asked, deeply wishing with his whole heart that he would've kept his mouth shut.

"THE COPS TOLD ME EVERYTHING! IF YOU DIDN'T BREAK UP WITH LILY, THEN SHE WOULDN'T HAVE ATTEMPTED MURDER ON YOUR FATHER!" Marnie proclaimed, nearly spitting with every word she furiously bellowed at her son.

Jazz's watery eyes grew big right after he heard those words come out of his mama's mouth, having a hard time believing that she was actually saying that he broke up with Tigerlily when she really broke up with him, and all because Tigerlily said such ridiculous statements that she got furious over and then attempted murdering Jonas. It wasn't Jazz's fault one bit. It was all on Tigerlily, but Marnie thought otherwise.

"What?! Mom, I didn't break up with her! She broke up with me all because I wouldnt'-" Jazz tried explaining, but he was caught off guard and had his words taken away from him when Marnie swung her hand back and painfully stung him across the same cheek again, right before she stomped over to the dark brown paper bag that she got from grocery shopping and pulled out a cigarette pack, along with a six-pack of beer, which completely shocked Jazz to death, but he knew he couldn't say and/or do anything without his mother smacking or possibly doing worse to him.

Marnie didn't care to listen to her sons crying and whimpering, so she yelled at him to shut his pie-hole, right before she plopped down in the armed-chair and placed her feet up on the foot-stool, lightning up the cigarette that she was holding between two of her fingers and cracking open one of the beer bottles for her to drink.

Jazz certainly couldn't believe it. His mother has never touched a single drop of alchol, nor a single cancer-stick in her whole life, but apperently, she blamed Jazz for what all happened to Jonas and it caused her to become an alcholic and smoker (which is what he thought about when he actually found out about Cassidy, Jocelyn, and Johnny being abused...but there's much more with Jazz after this with his mom).

Jazz was caught up in so much shock, fear, and sorrow that night, so he didn't even feel safe to go upstairs to his bedroom and just lay down. Besides, Jazz wanted to wait by the phone the whole night until the doctors finally called and informed him and Marnie about Jonas. Officer Hicks told Jazz that Jonas's head doctor, Mrs. Penny, would end up calling sooner or later, and so, Jazz waited by the phone the rest of the day, not saying a single world to Marnie as she continued smoking cigarette after cigarette and drinking beer after beer, making the entire family room stink of ashes and liqour. Nevertheless, Jazz didn't bother to complain with it, and he continued getting stalked by the terrible blood stains on the white carpet, and not to mention the old family pictures of him and his parents when his father was actually there and his mother wasn't bitter and rude.

The hours went by too slow with Jazz doing and saying absoluetly nothing. All he was doing was resting on the couch, waiting for the phone call from the doctors while his mother got drunk and high on her many bottles of beer and cigarettes. Jazz seriously missed his dad being there, and he really wished his mom would go back to that sweet, innocent, loving lady who would do anything to protect her family.

The clock then struck 7:30 P.M. Marnie was as high as ever, and not to mention drunk, her hair now all messed up and his china-blue eyes now hard and cold other than sweet and caring, and not to mention that they were surrounded by dark black circles. Her pajamas were now being worn on her body, but they were now all torn and tattered up, considering that Marnie had ripped them up a bit when she was changing on purpose.

Jazz was still waiting by the phone, and Marnie was cooking dinner, all for herself, that is, considering that she told Jazz that he didn't deserve anything to eat after what happened to Jonas. Tears started forming in Jazz's eyes again as he continued keeping quiet, thinking to himself if Jonas was still home with him and Marnie, the two of them would be listening, clapping, and cheering for him as he played his guitar, and the three would crack jokes, watch TV together by the warm glow of the fireplace, and even have a pillow fight or two. Jazz seriously missed that. He wanted his old life back with his dad being home and not injured, his mama actually still loving and caring again, and Tigerlily out of his life, as if they never dated or even met.

Finally though when the clock struck 7:32, the phone finally rang, and without any second to hesitate and wait any longer, Jazz jumped up from laying down on the couch and picked up the phone.

"ANSWER THE PHONE ALREADY YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE RUNT!" Marnie bellowed as she began chopping up some of the ingredents that she fetched from the store to fix into the spaghetti sauce. Yep, she was certainly either drunk, or high. Maybe both, which meant Marnie wouldn't remember about Jonas being in the hospital. She didn't even remember Jonas's name, nor Jazz's, and all because she drank and smoked too much (which explains who Jazz also saw drink and smoke before in his life. This is why he kept rejecting cigarettes).

Jazz just took in and released a sorrow filled deep breath, right before he simply told his mom that he was going to answer it, right before he allowed the call and held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?" Jazz nervously greeted

It was Jonas's head doctor from the emergency room, Mrs. Penny, but on the job, she goes by Dr. Penny.

(Bold: Jazz Italic: Dr. Penny)

"Hello, Jazz..."

"Dr. Penny, it's great to finally recieve your call. Hows my Dad doing? Is he okay? How was his surgery?"

Jazz went on with a few more questions until Dr. Penny finally cut him off.

"Listen, Jazz...I need to talk to you..."

A concerned expression that was also filled with some nervousness and fear formed on the twelve-year-old boys face as he took down a big gulp in his throat.

"...Me? You want to talk to me? About what?"

"Jazz...I'm sorry, but it's your daddy...you need to let him go,"

Jazz's heart felt like it was about to burst all the sudden all over again right after he took in Dr. Penny's words, but he didn't completely understand what she meant by it...however, he had a theory.

"W-what do you mean, Dr. Penny?"

Jazz heard the female doctor sigh from the other side of the line of the phone.

"...This is it, Jazz...we did everything we could...but I'm so sorry to inform you that...your father is dying..."

Just as Jazz knew in his theory that he wished that he was wrong about, he started remembering Jonas from hours before, when Jonas promised his son that he'd be back before he knew it. Jazz began thinking to himself the exact words, "No...no...no, that can't be...he promised me he'd be back! He promised! He can't die! He just can not go! He promised me he'd be back so fast!"

Before Jazz could say a single thing back to Dr. Penny, he heard the phone get sat down, which is when he started to hear some deep breathing that was getting pulled in and out very hard and heavy the best this person could, completely weak and tired. Jazz didn't need to question anything...that was his father breathing into the phone, meaning that Dr. Penny had rested the phone by his head.

Jazz could hear Jonas's heart-scale beating in the background...but the main thing he was concentrating on was his fathers last words to him...

Jonas opened his mouth, his breath crackling a bit, knowing for a fact that he was about to die and he promised Jazz that he'd be back...but he can't control death. Nobody can control their own time to pass onto the new world thats up high in the sky.

Jazz listened carefully to his fathers breathing for a few more seconds, until he heard Jonas's lips smack together a couple of times. Jonas tried to weakly smile at the phone sense he was chatting his final words to his son, but he just couldn't even crack a grin from so much pain he was in.

"...Dad?" Jazz sniffled, hoping he wasn't dead yet, but he knew he wasn't with the sound of the heart-scale still beeping in the background.

"...My boy, don't cry..." Jonas softly spoke the best he could. His voice cracked a bit with his words and a few more times as he breathed for only a few more seconds, but then his eyes closed all the way. His pillow sunk in, and he was permently dead. Jazz could hear the sound of Jonas's heart-scale now completely straight, nothing being heard but the long beeeepppp.

My boy, don't cry...my boy, don't cry...the last four words from Mr. Roberts's stalked Jazz deeply until he finally clicked off the phone call and slammed the phone back down on its reciever. Jazz didn't want to cry, considering that his fathers dying wish was for him not to, but Jazz couldn't help himself to do so. The twelve-year-old boy attempted to hold his tears back, but before he knew it, his hands were locked over his bright red face, and his tears were streaking down rapidly from his china-blue eyes that were now red-rimmed.

"Why are you blubbering, runt?!" Marnie's voice exclaimed out as she wandered into Jazz's sight, her voice still being able to give off the message that she was drunk, or high, or possibly both.

Jazz unlocked his hands from over his face and placed his right hand on his left shoulder, and then placed his left hand on his right side. For the first time after all of those hours, Jazz stood up from the couch, his eyes still bursting out tears as he gazed at the blood stains on the white carpet.

"...Dad...he's dead...he died..." Jazz croaked, wiping away the tears the best he could while crying in front of his mother, but he just couldn't help it.

"WHAT?!" Marnie yelled "HE'S FREAKIN' DEAD?! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU?!"

"No, Mom! It wasn't me! It was-" Jazz was about to proclaim that it was Tigerlily, but before he could speak another word, Marnie snatched up the butcher knife that she was using to cut up the stuff for her dinner and she actually threw it at Jazz!

Jazz gasped, but considering that his mother was drunk, or high, or both, she had a bad aim. Nevertheless, the knife still got him, and it cut Jazz pretty deep. The butcher knife had slid across his pants let, slitting it open and deeply cutting the skin of Jazz's right shin underneath. (That's how Jazz got his scar)

Jazz let out a single howl of pain as he touched his jeans, feeling the rip that was now in it, and he coult feel the blood starting to drip from the open cut. Quickly without a single second to wait, Jazz bolted up the stairs, hearing his mother releasing some angry bellows as she broke and smashed glass items and Christmas stuff in the family room that used to be filled with love, laughter, and care, but it was now only filled with darkness, evil, and pain.

Jazz then heard Marnie jetting up the stairs after him. She was right on his tail, and Jazz was crying so much from so much fear that he felt like he couldn't have been running at all if he was shedding so many water drops from his china-blue eyes. Nevertheless, before Marnie could grab and strangle Jazz by his throat, the twelve-year-old boy forced his bedroom door open, and then slamming it shut behind him, locking it afterwards. The poor twelve-year-old boy was terrified, thinking to himself that he was going to die right there when his mom actually broke down the door or something, considering that, that was all Marnie was trying to do. She was banging furiously at Jazz's bedroom door and hollering at him to open it up, as she cursed at him, calling him every name in the book.

At that moment, Jazz knew that he couldn't live there anymore. His mother was abusive and a bitter drunk and smoker, and the house would forever be a complete mess and would stink of cigarette ashes and liquor stains. The happiness and love from the past was no longer there...and it was all because of Tigerlily.

The twelve-year-old boy only could think about one place to go...so he quickly fetched up his backpack and dumped all of his school books, notebooks, and much more stuff out and allowed it all to fall to the floor, right before he began rushing around and tossing different pairs of jeans and different T-shirts into the black and orange book-bag, while he listened to his mother continue to angrily bang at the door, calling him so many bad words that Marnie would've never ever thought about saying in the past to anybody if Tigerlily never did what she did to Jonas.

As Jazz continued packing up some more clothes and he tied on his red and white tennis shoes, not even thinking about his scar that was now stinging the best he could, he thought to himself a prayer to Jesus, asking him to protect him and guide him to a new life of new love, happiness, joy, and possibly a group of friends (the Greasers, remember? He has 'em now! :D)

"Jesus, please forgive me for my sins and trangressions...and please tell my Daddy that I love him, even though he ain't coming home like he promised me...I'm glad that he has his own wings now, flying to such an amazing world up there...but, Lord, please help me...please guide me down the path that you want me to take and help me with what to do...and please don't tell my Daddy...but my Mommy has started hitting me recently...please guide me once again, Jesus...thank you, and amen..."

Considering that Jazz's winter coat was downstairs, he knew he'd had to leave with no coat on. So, he just slipped on his school bag, which was no longer going to be used for school, onto his back and picked up his guitar that his dad gave him for his twelveth birthday...Jazz then opened his bedroom window and climbed out, only thinking about the place he was going to now, because his life was certainly no longer the same...

AN: Hm, where's Jazz going? Not much to say here unless it's read yawl in the next chapter! By the way, I got a review from a great friend of mine saying something about Kitten liking someone...well, guess what...she doesn't like just one person...anyway, read yawl in the next chapter, just like I just stated! :D :D :D :D