Chapter 3
Stepping into the ER, seeing the place was kind of packed. Dave and Mark stepped up to the Nurse's desk to try and get more information. Nothing was available yet from the doctor's doing the work on both the kids. Plopping themselves in seats, after getting a hold of Tritan's mother and AJ's Father before arriving, they both sat and wait to get word. "How did they get out without us hearing them or even get past the dogs?" Dave questioned as Mark lifted a brow as he ran a hand through his long auburn locks that sat upon his shoulders, placing his cowboy hat upon the chair next to him. "They somehow drugged the dogs and climbed the wall. Don't ask me how we didn't hear them. They're sneaky and John isn't happy in getting a phone call about his daughter being here again." Dave sighs, "Jelissa wasn't happy in hearing Tritan was in trouble again and here again." They both sat and awaited word or until the parents showed up.
Stepping outside for some air, stretching a bit, Mark couldn't sit any long. Dave and himself had been sitting in the waiting room for hours. Seating himself upon a small stone wall, seeing a dark gray pickup truck pull into the parking lot. He knew who it was, recognized it anywhere as two occupants climbed out and walked over. "What kind of place are you running now Mark? I thought you said your place was escape proof.." John commented as he placed his white cowboy hat upon his head, slipping on his black suit jacket. Mark slowly climbed to his feet, "Nice to see you again too Layfield. It is fool proof, but it seems your daughter has connections that you don't know of." Lifting a brow to that comment as he adjusts his jacket. "So funny I forgot to laugh. Now how is she?" Mark shrugs, "I don't know nothing yet. The doctors are still working on them, unless they're waiting for you to show up, make a scene and get answers yourself." John rolled his eyes as he turned on his heels, heading inside. Black and silver colored cowboy boots making noises upon the cement side walk as he headed inside.
A 5'7 athletic built strawberry blonde stepped up timidly. Her blue eyes sparkled in the nearby light, from a nearby lamp. Dressed in a pair of skin tight jean and a white baby tee. Adjusting her small jean jacket that couldn't cover anything up but show off more of her bust. "Hello Mark. How's Tritan?" She asked. Mark looked to Jelissa as he was surprised on how she was dressed. "Hello Jelissa. I don't know. As I told John they're not telling myself nor Dave anything. They might be waiting for you two to show up, cause you're their parents." Jelissa nodded as she sighed, adjusting her little red purse on her shoulder, walking on ruby red spiked shoes as she made her way inside to see how her son was doing. Mark stood there watching her walk away, running a hand over his face as he finally realized why Tritan was the way he was. His mom wasn't a saint either, that much he was starting to figure out. Following Jelissa a few steps behind, headed back inside.
A couple of weeks later, Tritan and AJ returned back to the working camp. This time escorted by their parents. Tritan climbed out of the cab as he adjusted the sling that was holding his broken shoulder from moving too much while the bones and tendons healed, he was hoping properly. Battered and bruised the rest of his body as he stopped in his foot steps as his mom climbed out, after paying the fare. "Stop right there Tritan." She bellowed as he sighed, looking up to the sky in embarrassment. "Why should I wait for you? I know what needs to be done mom. I don't need you holding my hand every five minutes. I'm eighteen years old." Stepping up Jelissa looked to him, "Don't talk to me like that Tritan Christopher. I'm your mother and I know what's best for you. If you're suppose to be eighteen, act like it and not like a lost thirteen year old." Looking to his mother as he growled, he hated hearing his full name, even as a kid, his father said that when he was really angry, which was rare.
Jelissa lifted a brow, "Got something to say?" Closing his eyes as he took a couple of breaths to calm himself, "No.. I have nothing to say. Just let me do this myself. For dang once. I'm old enough to handle things myself. I'm not a little kid anymore. If dad was here, he'd let me handle it!" Jelissa leaned up and smacked Tritan in the face, watching her son's face snap to the side. "Don't you ever and I mean ever talk to me like that again. I'm your mother Tritan. You treat me with respect. If your father was here, you wouldn't be acting like this, now would you be?" Tritan growls as he whipped his head around and looked to her, "You're not my mother! You're my step mother. You just think you're my mother..." Jelissa went to hit him again as a voice stopped her as Tritan walked away. "Enough Jelissa.." Mark spoke as he stepped up. Jelissa turned and looked to Mark, "He needs to show me respect Mark.." Shaking his head as he placed her hand in his, lowering it. "Hitting him isn't the way to make things any easier to emphasis anything. You get into the cab and leave. I'll handle him." Lifting a hand up as he guided Jelissa back into the cab. "He'll be fine. Now go on back home and leave things to myself and Dave." Closing the door as nothing but Jelissa's muffled voice could be heard as the cab turned around and left the property.
Sighing as her eyes looked to the side, sitting in a wheel chair on the back deck. She had to endure her father giving her a stern talking too for the past half hour. "I'm disappointed in you AJ. I don't know what else to do for you or anything. You won't talk to me, do as I say or anything. I know you're an adult, but you're not acting like one. Wish you'd just talk to me so we were on the same page." John explained as he stood to his feet, dressed in one of his business suits, leaning against the railing with his hands on in front of him. "I'm doing everything I can to help you out. But it seems you've got more inside than I first thought." Sighing as I looked to him, adjusting myself a bit in the chair for better comfort. "What do you want me to say dad? Only thing you want to hear is that I want to follow in your foot steps. No way, I am not going to do that. I have no interest in doing that. When you're ready to except that, then come find me until then. Just leave me the hell alone!"
John turned and looked to his own flesh and blood talking to him like he was a thug on the street. "Is that what you want?" Nodding my head, "You bet your bottom dollar that's what I want." Standing to his full height, grabbing his white cowboy hat off the patio table, placing it on his head. "If that's what you want, then so be it. You do what you want AJ. I'm done fighting you tooth and nail. You look me up when your ready to be an adult and have an adult conversation with me. Until then you're on your own." With that said, John walked off the porch, passing Dave along the way to his truck to leave. "Yea you do that dad, lay the guilt trip down and then leave, thinking it will work. Go hide amongst the suits you always worked with and never cared about me! I see how it always is!" I bellowed as I heard the screeching of the truck's tires as he left the property.
Sighing as I turned seeing Dave walking up the porch steps. "What do you want.." Dave stopped as he lifted a brow, "For one cut the attitude, you're in no position to give me one, when we have to help you every step in your recovery. Two, I live here too. I was heading inside to make sure chores are getting done. Did you do yours? The ones you were assigned inside?" Nodding my head, "Yea I did, like I do everyday." Turning the chair as I faced the backyard. Shaking his head, Dave decided to leave it alone as he headed inside to check on the progress on the other workers.