Bionic-1
Part 2
The weekend is going by too quickly for the family and Monday comes around too soon. "Daddy, do you have to go?" His daughter asks him for the fifth time. "I will be back later tonight." He replies. "Why don't you get another job?" Bunji asks him. Jack smiles at his son, he knows all his children are worry about him flying jets.
"I will be back later tonight." He says yet again, kisses his wife on the lips then gives a hug to each of kids and a kiss on the cheek for his little girl. As he drives away, Helen has a bad feeling, but she has no time dwell on it; the children need tending too. They haven't finish their breakfast and school time is near and she has yet to drive them.
After her usual running around with the kids Helen heads for her job at the Sharp Museum. Once she earns her PhD she will become the head of the marine department. At work, she still has that nagging feeling that something bad is going to happen, but she cannot clearly think of what it is.
As the day progresses Helen manages to push aside the feeling and concentrates on her work. Suddenly she is hit with a horrifying image of fire and twisted metal. She is terrified by the image not knowing what it could possible mean.
The rest of the day is not going well for Helen. She cannot shake that feeling or the image out of her mind.
Finally her day is done and she goes to pick up the kids from school. Helen is glad for the after school programs her children's school offers as her work takes up a long portions of her time; as she nears the school a blinding light hits her the same images she had earlier in the day have come back in a big way. She nearly looses control of the car, but manages to stop just before hitting a pole.
She parks the car turning off the engine and places her sweating forehead in the steering wheel. She rests and breathes until her heartbeat goes back to normal; she feels her cheeks notices they are wet. She looks in the mirror and sees tears falling down staining her face. "What is wrong with me?" Helen asks the mirror. But the mirror does not reply.
After a few minutes she cleans up her face, turns the car back on and drives to the school. She waits anxiously for the children to get out. "Hi mommy!" Meg says cheerily as she takes her sit. Her brother sit after her and say their hellos to their mother. Helen drives back home, but on their way there her kids notice how anxious she is. "What's the matter?" JD asks worriedly. "I'm fine, honey." She says. "Then why are you crying?" Eric asks.
"Mommy?" Bunji says as he grasps his sister's hand. Tears begin to form in the little helpless eyes of Meg and Bunji. "I'm fine," Helen assures her kids, but they do not believe her. "I had a hard day, that's all," she says trying hard to convince them and herself as well.
The children worry and did not stop asking her questions during the drive. After what it seems like the longest drive of her life, Helen arrives home. "Go change your clothes and wash up; dinner will ready in a moment." She tells her kids.
After dinner she helps the kids with their homework in time for their nightly story telling ritual. Once they are asleep Helen passes the living room waiting for her husband to come home. She cannot sleep; she needs to tell someone about what she saw and the only person she could think of is him.
Finally after hours of waiting, Jack arrives and is surprise to see his wife still awake. "What are you doing up so late? It's two in the morning." Jack says. "I cannot sleep." She answers. "What's wrong?" Helen sits on the couch follow by her husband; he holds her hand and waits for her to tell what is the matter. "I had a terrible vision today."
"What kind of vision?" "I saw . . . I saw fire and . . . twisted metal." She says. "What do you think it means?" Jack asks. "I don't know, but whatever it is, it isn't good." "Don't worry. Nothing will happen." He reassures her. The two then go to their bedroom and get some sleep. In a few hours it will be time to get up and start their day all over again.
The week is moving slowly, too slowly for Helen and the kids. They cannot wait to spend time with Jack again. Helen still sees the image day in and day out with no clear answer as to what it could possibly mean. The one thing certain is that danger is looming over them.
Friday evening arrives and the kids cannot wait until their father comes home. They have many things they want to do with him. This time, however, that opportunity will not happen.
Just before dinner, the doorbell rings and young man in uniform appears at the door. He takes off his hat and hands Helen a letter. "I'm sorry," he says. She reads it and a sob escapes her lips then tears began to fall.
"His jet crashed earlier today." The young says. "It can't be." Helen says. "The United States Air Force is sorry for-" "Sorry? The Air Force is sorry?" snapped Helen. What kind of apology is that?" "Ma'am . . . I . . ." "No, I'm sorry..." Helen says calmly. "I should have not yelled at you, you are only doing your duty." She wipes tears before she continues. "Is my husband still alive or is he… dead?" "All I know is that he was found, but I don't know in what condition he was found in." The young man says.
"I was also assign to take you to base." He says. "Now?" She asks. He nods. "My children . . . I need to make a call -someone needs to look after them. Give me a moment please." She quickly calls her mother, Sophia, and tells her what is going on. In the meantime the young officer is with Helen's kids they are asking questions, but under Helen's instructions he is not telling them anything.
Within 30 min. Helen's mom arrives to take care of the kids while their mom leaves to see their father. "What's wrong with daddy?" Meg asks her grandmother. "He's fine." she answers. JD is not fool at all. "Something is wrong with him." He says. "And how do you know that?" Sophia asks him in her grandmotherly way. "The man that took mom away would not have been here if something wasn't wrong." The little boy says.
Sophia doesn't know what to say her grandson, after all, is right but she can't tell them what it is. The other children look at him with fear in their eyes then they look at their grandmother in hopes their brother is wrong, but her eyes speak the words she cannot say out loud their father is in danger.