Chapter Two
(A perfect song to listen to while reading this would be "The House That Built Me," By Miranda Lambert I was typing this up and it just randomly came on ^-^ it seemed to fit)
I realize now the expression "you can never go back home" has partial truth. Home, wasn't home anymore it was just a barren piece of ground. The ground was black and empty. I knew my father was desperate, but not this desperate. They had burned to place to a dammed crisp. The trees were gone, the barn, the house.
I kicked at the dirt and grimaced. The farm used to be so beautiful. Glorious even. But now, everything from my childhood had been burned down to an absolute nothingness. What was he expecting, an insurance claim? We had been so dirt poor that we couldn't insure anything. Apparently not even my father's sanity.
Town gossip was something I never really listened to. When I heard two old maids chatting about "The Crazy Farmer" I had hoped that it was someone else. I wished it to be some other man that had killed himself and his wife in a fiery inferno. Or that at least the two old women had been exaggerating, that it hadn't been as they had described.
I took another look at the landscape and shook my head. It had taken my all summer to get back home. But once again as I walked away, I didn't feel like I was departing from my family and all I had ever know. This time I felt a new vigor erupting in my being. I don't know what I'm looking for anymore but one thing was for certain. It was nowhere near Freestone County.
This, was probably not the best idea. I had been walking for God knows how long and it felt as if my feet were about to fall off. I hadn't known that my journey would take this long. Whatever I was looking for it had chosen a faraway place to hide itself. So far I do know that it is nearing winter the Christmas lights were being hanged in the towns I had been passing through, and that I am currently somewhere in North Carolina. The logical action to take would be to find somewhere to settle down, somewhere with a fire place. But my body kept pushing me forward. After a few more days I found myself in a secluded area with trees that touched the sky. I don't know how long it took me to collapse but I didn't move from that part of the woods till I was surrounded with unconsciousness.
_~Jack~_
I don't know why Forrest dose this things he does. Why he has to treat me like a damn little kid. I was sick and fucking tired of it. I had been stomping around in the woods trying to blow off steam. I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going till my boot his something and heard a quiet little crack. I ones. Nudging the bag of bones with my boot the tiny body moaned.
"H-have to keep going."
If I hadn't been listening I would have missed that little sentence. Lowering myself down to listen I felt my curiosity over take my actions. "Where?" It moaned again but didn't give me an answer. I reached out to feel his fore head and quickly retracted it this kid was frozen to the bone. "Hey.." I gently shook the kids shoulder surprised when I felt the bone so close to the skin. "Hey kid I'm gonna take you to my house that ok?" Again no answer.
"All right I'm gonna get you somewhere warm." Gently lifting him up off the ground. He was so light, deciding to just carry him and made my way to the house. The tiny body whimpered. I smiled down at him. "Don't worry were almost there."
Jack is so nice. Isn't he readers? I'm going to cut it off there, but there probably will be another chapter up by the end of the day. Please review I'd love feed back.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lawless...or Tom Hardy :(