Authors' note: ok u guys can tell i stayed with the POV style...i dunno i like this style more '
Jack-Rocks: yea i was going for total sadistic look, seems i have achieved it, and through out the chapters i may reveal more, in a brutal detailed way, certain things that happened through out those 5 years of containment, so its all good, thanks
Bobdabuilder0804: i was going for u readers to feel really sad for poor jackie, it seems it did worked, and i will reveal more from over the years all the hell he has gone through, in like a flashback sense, lol, and thanks, i was going for as original as I could get it
Chapter 2: The Car Ride
Kims' POV
I had just stood in the doorframe of the conference room. Taking it all in. My father reminded of of something i would have a saw out of a holocaust victims' book. He wasnt the same I knew that for certain, but I hoped he would remember me. They told me he was totally a mist to everything they explained to him about his life, like he was hearing it for the first time. It took me a minute before I could get up the courage to say anything.
"Father?" I call out to him, no response. He is just staring at the floor. I sigh heavily moving over to him slowly, in a non-threatening way, like the people who brought him in and told me. They also told me he was fragile at this moment, physically and emotionally. They filled me in on everything. I knelt down beside him, he didnt even budge. I know he knows I am here, but why wont he acknowledge the fact that I am. Hes been through so much, he has changed so much. I just want him back, thats all I want, for things to go back to normal. I sense his fear, if its towards me I dont know, but hes afraid. His avoiding contact with me shows this. Finally after awhile He looked into my eyes. I then saw everything, I could read him better then before, he wore his emotions on the sleeve now, before he was as hard as steel, nearly impossible to read. But now that steel had softened, broken, his spirit had broken. His fear to accept reality I think, maybe it was the fact that he had been held captive for so long, they actually broke him. I didnt think it was possible after all the hell i witness him go through, but he had broken. This was evident. This saddened me greatly, the one proud, patriotic man that i knew to be my father was reduced to this. Who could be so evil? I never understood it.
"Everything will be fine..." I try to reassure him, but it doesnt look like it helped much. I place a comforting hand on his knee, they told me he would cower away at the fear of touching, but he didnt. Did he remember me? He must have since he just continued to stare at me with those i think guilt ridden eyes. He has nothing to be ashame of though. I am glad he is alive.
"I'm sorry..." I hear his voice for the first time. They told me that he hadnt spoken since they found him, they wondered if he still could. His voice was ridden with exhaustion, lack of speaking, pain, and fear, all balled up into 2 simple words. How can he be sorry? I should be the sorry one, I should have stopped him from going on that mission. I could have done so much, but instead I stood back. I let him go, and for that fact he is like this now. I want to do everything possible to try and bring him back to normal, but I know this will be a long recovery, if he recovers at all. I shouldnt think like that, he will recover!
"Theres nothing to be sorry about" I say simply, he shouldnt blame himself for what had happened. Hes alive and back with the people who care about him. I just fear that his psyche has been too badly damaged. I mean he was in a labor camp for propably all 5 years, god only knows what they put him through.
"Lets go home" I say moving my hand from his knee in a gesture to help him up. He refuses to make contact with my hand, and stands up slowly by himself. I can tell he has become very anti-social now, very isolated. I dont blame him, for what i fear propably happened to him over there in the middle east. I can only imagine. All I can do is hope, hope that he will open up, and let go. I think that is the only way to get him to return to normal.
I lead my father through the hallways, he keeps his head down, his arms wrapped around himself and stares only at the floor ahead of him. I greet Chase at the car as he opens it for Jack.
Chases' POV
I just opened the door for Jack, waiting for him to get in. He stopped just as Kim had. He continued to look at the floor, his glaze moved upward. I saw his expression, it was as if this was the first time he had ever laid eyes on a car before. He took a loud swallow, as if in fear and approached the car slowly, observing his surroundings. It was if he had expected the car to just attack him. He then took a side step, away from me. It wasnt the car he was afraid of, it was me. He was afraid of me, he hadnt made eye contact or any contact at all towards me.
I back away from the car door, assuring him that i am not here to harm him in anyway. Of course not, how could he think of such a thing. But I realize again what he had been through, and I accepted the fact that he will be like that towards me for awhile. I watch him slow and shakily climb into the car, he tries to close the door by himself, but he cant. This only proves how weak he really is. I went to help him but Kim shakes her head and helps him instead. He isnt fearful of her as he is of me.
I suddenly remember about the welcoming home party at home. I know this is a bad idea so i grab my cell phone quick dialing Tonys' cell.
"Almeida?" Tony answers.
"Hey Tony, Its Chase" I reply.
"Michelle and I are just heading over to your house now" He stated.
"No, now is not a good time for this, can we do a rain check?" I quickly intervine. There was a paused silence.
"Alright..." He said. "Cya later then" Tony ended the call. I hung up the phone and climbed into the drivers' side. I glanced over to see Kim trying to help Jack put on his seatbelt, it only took a few more seconds before everyone was ready, then we set off towards home.
Jacks' POV
"Theres nothing to be sorry about" I dont understand, I should feel guilty. Why is she saying this? I broke her promise, i should be sorry. And I am. I truely am, I disrupted everyones' lives when they thought I was dead, and now again when I returned.
"Lets go home" She removed her hand from my knee and gestured towards helping me stand up. I dont need any help, I can do it by myself, and so I did. I follow her closely, staring at the ground only, as she leads me through all these coridors, going to an unknown place to me. Finally we reach a huge black automobile, I think at least. I havent seen one in a long time, i only vaguely remember what one would look like. There is a man standing with the door opened for me. I warily step cautiously towards him, could this be another trap. I watch the man back off and head around the one side of the car. I dont think this is a trap, but I should be wary of that man still. I climb into the car slowly and shakily, I cant help shaking. Im cold, its only a response to a stimulus. If your cold you shake, right? I try and close the door by myself but it doesnt budge. Dam this thing wont move! Kim shuts it for me with ease, I look at her. Am I really that weak? I think before all this i could do that, but now I cant. That scares me.
In the car i just look around, the seat I am sitting on is the most comfortable thing I think I have ever sat on. I feel slightly like a king, being very spoiled by all this. I dont deserve all of this. Kim moved to the seat infront of me, she glanced back, and started to help me put on this strap thing. Shit. I was right this is a trap! They are trapping me in. I start to struggle only to be ment by Kims' calm reassuring words that I am safe. If I am safe then why are you strapping me down! I calm myself down some, I dont think Kim would do any harm too me. No shes my daughter she wouldnt. Once she got the strap down on me the man had gotten in the seat with the wheel on it.
The vehicle starts moving, I am slightly startled by it as it pulls out of the dark area into a much lighter area. The outside, I see the sun through the glass window. I glance around at my surroundings, there were so many buildings, and green plants everywhere. Im definitly not in camp anymore, there was just dirt, mud, and sand. This vehicle is moving so fast, going through so many things its hard for me to keep up with observing. I see people walking around, talking leisurely, being propably friends. I have no friends. They hated me at camp, even the prisoners. All of them were set to gang up on me, give me the hardest time of all.
After about 20 minutes we pull into a paved area, infront of a building. I think its a house. My daughters' house. In which that means the man who was driving must be the one they told me was Chase. Kim opens the door for me, I stay put, not making eye contact with her. I cant move anyways, I dont know how that strap thing is un-done. She reaches over slowly and un does it for me. I edge my way out of the car, now not as afraid to look around, I glance around slowly scanning the area without making any eye contact with either Kim nor Chase.