Let Me Go
Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of 6teen/Ghost Whisperer
By: Desiree
Everyone, At The Garcia Household
Mr. Garcia sat down the big red chair in the living room. It was some chair the boys always ate in and whoever had the biggest meal would get to sit in it, it was som rule the boys had made up growing up together. Jonesy being the biggest eatter usually always sat in the chair. "Oh Jonesy..." he said picking up a chair off of the coffee table. "He used this glass the other night before I left, that was the last time I saw my son," Tears continued to flow from Mr. Garcia's. "I'm sorry, I just need a few minutes to myself," he said getting up and he walked down the hall to Jonesy's bedroom and he sat on the bed and he took up a pillow and sniffed it before buring his wet face into it and he quietly continued to cry. He just couldn't believe that his son was actually dead, it didn't even feel like he was gone, it felt as if he was still around for some reason.
Jonesy came into the room and he sat by his father and gently touched him on the shoulder. He started to talk to his father, he knew he wouldn't hear him and many people wouldn't even see the point but it made Jonesy feel better. "Dad... I'm here," Jonesy said. It hurt him to see his father like this. They had a really good father-son relationship and Jonesy just wanted to be able to tell his dad that everything was okay and that he was an excellent father and that he was proud to have been raised by a guy like him but most of all he wanted his dad to know how much he meant to him, how much he loved him. "Dad, please... don't cry," Jonesy said. Jonesy hugged his dad tightly. "Dad... everything will be okay," he said.
"Jonesy?" Mr. Garcia turned around with a look of hope of his face. When he turned around he came face to face with no one. There was nobody there. "That's funny I could of sworn that I felt Jonesy wrap his arms around me..." he said as a few more tears escaped his eyes. "Foolish of me to actually believe that he could of actually been here, it's impossible.." he said standing up and walking over to Jonesy's dresser and walls. Pictures of him and his friends and family, awards from sports in school and posters of music bands, tv shows and chicks. "Oh Jonesy, what a son you were... we did everything together," Mr. Garcia said, as if he knew Jonesy was in the room. He could most definately feel him but he didn't think that it was possible for him to hear what he was saying, but he continued to talk anyway. "I can remember your first goal," Mr. Garcia laughed a little. "You were so proud and I took you out to pizza, we had a great time," he said. "And on your tenth birthday we went to Marine Land with all your friends and you got scared of the whales and Nikki started to tease you... that was when I realized that one day you two would be together..." he said. "Stupid I know, I guess it's just a feeling a father has," he said. Mr. Garcia looked at some pictures. "I was so proud of you at your high school graduation," he said looking at a picture Jonesy had of the whole gang from prom night. "Jonesy you were so smart, although you didn't walys show it," he faintly laughed. "But you always managed to get everything done, you were always the funny guys in the family... never was a dull moment when you were here..." he said.
"Dad... I'm here..." Jonesy tried talking to his father. He wanted him to hear him so bad but he knew it was no use but he still felt like talking to you.
"I feel that you're hear Jonesy, maybe it's just you in my heart or maybe you're here watching me.. I just can't get the fact that your presence is near out of my head," Mr. Garcia said. "If you're here... please, please give me a sign," he said.
Jonesy looked at his wall and he pulled down a picture of him and his father. His dad looked over and he saw the picture drop to the floor and he picked up the picture. "Jonesy, you reall are here!" he said looking around. Tears still falling from his eyes but he felt a sense of comfort, his son was there.
Living Room
"I hope he's okay in there..." Mrs. Garcia said looking into the hallways standing up by a wall in the living room.
"Don't worry..." Caitlin went up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe some time alone will do him good, maybe he just needs to think..." she said.
"Yeah but I can't stand the thought of him being alone in a time like this, I just need to be there with him," Mrs. Garcia said.
Caitlin, Wyatt and Jude didn't know what to say. What could they really say? "Oh, sure go in with him, I'm sure he needs you," or "No, don't! He said he wants to be alone, don't go in there yet," either sounded just a little bit weird, so they just kept silent. That's when Jen and Nikki came in.
"Hi.." Jen said joining the group in the living room with Nikki close behind.
"Hey..." Wyatt and Jude said. Jude walked up to Jen and hugged her.
"Hey Jude," Jen said.
"Nikki..." Caitlin walked up to her and looked at her.
"I'm sorry," Nikki said. "I was just really upset, I didn't want you guys to see me fall apart, I know, I know, you guys are my best friends but... you know, it's just I needed some time alone I guess," she said.
Caitlin hugged Nikki. "But we're here for you, we'll get through this together, if you need anything or anyone to talk to, we're all here," Caitlin said.
The rest of the gang nodded in agreement. "Yeah Nikki," Wyatt said. "That's what best friends are for," he wrapped arn arm around her.
"Yeah guys... thanks," Nikki said. "But there's something we have to do," she said. "We have to talk to Jonesy..." she looked down at the floor. She did not have a clue how she was going to explain it.
Caitlin, Jude and Wyatt just looked at each other. They didn't get it... they didn't get it at all. "Uh..." Wyatt said, what was he suppose to say? He couldn't be like "Sure, let's go" or "Nikki... Jonesy's dead, we can't talk to him" it would just sound weird and rude.
"We have a chance to say goodbye to him..." Jen said. Her mother looked at her. "His spirit really is still around and we can talk to him through Melinda Gordon," she said. "I know it sounds weird but..." she stopped. The gang just stared at her, like as if they were disappointed that she'd talk like this when Jonesy only just died.
"It's true..." Mrs. Garcia placed a hand on her daughters shoulder. "We really can," she said. "I knew Melinda's grandmother and she could do the same thing, we won't hear him but he'll hear us and see us..." she said.
"Really?" Caitlin said.
A knock occured at the door and Mrs. Garcia slowly walked over to answer it and when she opened the door, Melinda walked into the house. "Hi, I'm Melinda Gordon, and I am here about Jonesy Garcia..." she said.
Bad place to end off? I won't be updating for a while, sorry:( I move in 12 hours... 12 hours I tell ya and I don't have my own laptop yet and I doubt I'll have time to stay at school and do this, if I do then I will try my hardest to make it happen. No worries though, I'll continue as soon as I can... okay? God Bless. xoxo.
Des