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Chapter two
Undo the pain

It was mid summer, Jack was sitting against the tree in front of the house. On his knees he had a few sheets of paper, which he had found. He was looking at the top one. It was a drawing of a little girl and a little boy. He turned the paper around. For my two beautiful kids, love mom. Jack looked at the writing and turned the paper again. He recognised the kids. The little one, the girl had to be Nina. And that would mean that he was the boy. He looked at the drawing for a little while, than looked at the next piece of paper.

A man sitting in a chair with the same boy on his lap. That was his father. Only, this man had a sweat smile on his face, which Jack had never seen before. Unlike his father this man looked sweat and probably was sweat. He turned the paper and read the writing. This drawing is for the love of my live, do you know that I love you? From Dinah. This drawing his mother had made for his father. Jack turned it around again to look at the drawing. The man was holding the boy as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Jack couldn't look at it anymore. Because this was the one thing he missed, the thing everybody should have. Someone who cared for you. Jack grabbed the next piece op paper.

This was a drawing in black and white. And it was a different kind of drawing, it wasn't his mother who had made this one, but someone else. On the drawing stood two people next to each other, holding hands. The woman was wearing a beautiful dress and the man a black suit. Jack knew who the people where and knew what they where doing. His mom and dad, getting married. He looked at the last sheet, it was a baby. Jack turned it around to see who it was. For my dear Daisy, my beautiful daughter. Love mom. The baby was Daisy. He looked at it again and sighted. He wished he could still see Nina and Daisy, but most of all he wished he could see his mother again. He missed her so much, but he didn't even knew were she lived. Jack looked at the drawings, he went inside and grabbed a clean piece of paper and pencils. He went outside again and sat against the tree. There he began to draw.

He drew a ship, a big ship with people on it who were having a great time. Next to the ship came a piece of land. On the land were people yelling at each other.

The sun was beginning to set, the sky was turning dark and it was getting a little chilly. Jack decided to go back in and when he did, he saw his father sitting in the kitchen drinking bear. It was usual for the man to get drunk every night so Jack wasn't surprised to find his father like this.

The way his father was looking at him however he didn't like. The man had a angry look on his face and it was clear for Jack that he had done something wrong, he wasn't completely sure what though.

"You went into my room and stole them, you know what I am talking about." The father said, and Jack did know. "You found the box and took them, when I went into my room, I found the box lying on the bed. And the drawings where gone." Jack could have cursed himself, how could he be so stupid to leave evidence. The father noticed the papers in Jack's hands. And he tried to grab them out of the boys hands. He managed to grab them and looked at the top one. It was the drawing of the boat, which Jack had made. The man looked at it for a few moments and then asked: "Did you draw this?" Jack hesitated and then nodded, he couldn't possible say one of his friend made them, because he had none. He wasn't allowed to have friend over to his place and he wasn't allowed to go to any possible friend he might have. Just as the sea, friend made you lazy. "Why did you draw this?"

"I just like the sea." Jack said honest.

"How many times do I have to tell you, you can't like the sea!"

"That you don't like it and think it makes people lazy, doesn't mean it actually does!" Jack said back, beginning to feel angry. "I like the sea, it was the place where I felt save, until you ruined it and moved to this fucking place." That was almost the worst thing he could say. He had cursed and said that his father had done something wrong. The eyes of the man where narrow stripes and he was looking at Jack as if he was something disgusting.

"What did you say?" The father asked, with the message: 'I am warning you' hidden in it.

"You heard me. I hate it here! You ruined my live!" Jack yelled. The father grabbed the drawing of the boat and slowly ripped it apart. The two pieces of the paper fell to the ground in front of Jack. "You didn't have to do that."

"You are an unthankful kid!"

"No, you're wrong, you are an unthankful father!" Answered Jack, containing his guts to say such a thing. It happened in a second. The mans hand collided with the back of his head and he fell forwards. He could hold himself from falling by grabbing the table. That was the first time his father had hit him. Of course he had been treated badly, but he had always believed his father didn't believe in hitting him. And now the man had actually hit him, it felt like the very last connection between them had drifted away. He was about to look at his father again when a hand grabbed his hair and smacked him forwards against the table. He felt blood running down his face. His father let go of his hair and walked away. Jack felt dizzy, his head was aching, and he cried. He hadn't cried for almost a year, but now that his father had broken the last connection, he cried. He couldn't help it, he didn't want to cry, but the tears came. With a cloth he cleaned of the wound on his forehead and after that he walked to his room and sat down in the windowsill. It was dark already, the clouds covered the sky so you couldn't see any stars. Jack sighted and let the memories of that night pass away. He did not want to think about it, it was to painful. So he did what he always did, forget what happened and never think about it again.

Yeah, short I KNOW! But, I just can't make the chapters any longer... sorry! Please review!