The Light Chap 2

Chapter Two

The Unexpected Surprise

             JASON CLEER knew that Conrad did not understand what he was growing through, how could he. He looked back up into the night sky up at the moon and said,

             “Mom I have looked at the moon every night like you told me to, I miss you terribly. Dad is getting married to Rebecca Norshawitz. I think that he has forgotten you, but I have not. Yesterday Rebecca cleared out your art room for her personal closet. I was outraged by this and I tried to stop her, I even told dad. Mom dad seems really happy with this lady, and…I mean, he hasn’t been happy in a long time. It just scares me that she’ll try to replace you, I still love you, and I haven’t forgotten, even if dad has. Every day I have a dream that your there. When I wake up I hear your laughter through the halls, and sometimes I think I see you outside looking in on my window. Dad thinks you’re dead, we had your funeral last year, and I did not attend. The idea of you leaving me is unthinkable.” 

   Jason paused for a little; his face was contorted trying not to cry, for his long lost mother. He felt that every night he could feel her there; he wanted to feel her there. He stared up at the moon, imagining where his mother must be right now, and why she was not with him.  He was listening for the slightest noise that might reveal his mother’s presence, when he heard breathing right behind him. His heart nearly leapt from his chest, his heart pounded in his ears. He was too excited to turn, he stood up and, for a moment he found himself walking forwards. Could he leave this opportunity to finally see his mother, or should he just walk further and wait for her to call him. He decided he would turn and look at her, and would give his biggest smile, when he did turn he saw a woman. She was rather short and had short hair, he figured maybe his mother cut it, he could not see her face yet, she looked only like a black silhouette.

“Mother, is that you,” he was filled with excitement; while he said this you could hear the happiness in his voice.

     The female silhouette looked to her left, and then she whispered something, and pointed to herself.

“Jason? Jason are you okay?” the dark silhouette said.

“Mom…Mom is that you?” her voiced sounded very different from what he remembered and he started to doubt that this could be his mother. Yet what woman would be wondering in the night, alone? She was after all saying his name; it had to be his mother.

  He looked at the female silhouette and he noticed that it started walking towards him, followed by another one, this one looked like a man, yet he was only a few inches taller than the woman. Then the woman came so close that he could see her face.

“Susan! What?” Jason was so confused by this he did not know what to do.

  “Jason, Conrad and I went to go and find you after you walked down the hill; we did not know where you were. Then we wanted to sneak up and scare you, but then we heard you talking to your…mom,” Susan looked sorry for Jason, like she truly wanted to help him, but was not capable to. Jason saw this in her face and did not want her pity. Yet had not she always been there for him, did not she always comfort him when he was sad, he could talk to her.

  Jason was a little mad that Susan and Conrad were eavesdropping on his conversation with his mother, and he realized why he had thought his mother was so short, it was because he saw a mere girl. His mind had been playing tricks on him, so much so he actually thought that Susan was his mother. For just one second he felt whole, and with the realization it was Susan he felt miserable.

 Susan walked forward and tried to comfort Jason,

“Jason, I know what you are going through, I lost my mom, and I know she’s dead. You still have hope that your mom is still alive.”

  Jason really did not feel like talking about right now, he thought the best thing she could do was leave him alone, and let him deal with his feelings. That’s was how Jason always did it, alone. He did not want anyone to see his feelings, he felt as if it portrayed him as weak, and today he had messed up. He had let what Conrad said get to him, then down here in Faro forest he was seen talking to his mother.  He would not cry in front of Susan, it would not happen ever.

   He looked at Conrad who was the silhouette standing next to Susan; he looked all bruised up with dirt on his face and clothes, and the color of the green grass staining his clothes, just like Susan. He silently said see you later to his mother, knowing there night had ended together, but he would return the following night, and talk to her about his day, and how much he missed her. He had been doing this for 5 years, and hadn’t missed a day without walking to Faro Forest and talking to his mother.

“We should head home, it is getting pretty late,” he looked up at the sky, and pointed up at the moon.

“And Conrad, I am sorry for taking off like how I did, it was not really you.”

“No I am sorry, I did not mean to pry and I shouldn’t have forgiven me,” Conrad had his eyes on the floor, like he always did when he talked to someone.

  Jason forgave Conrad and said bye to them and headed home, he was a little curious how they got so bruised and dirty, but did not ask because he had to get home.  He thought about his day of events, today had been a very terrible day for him, actually he felt that ever since Rebecca came into his life he had been rather miserable. He found his bicycle right behind Susan house right where he had left it. He hopped on and rode towards his house. He loved riding by himself, feeling the wind on his face; he looked at the small dirt path he rode on, and all the grass covering the plain, and the beach on the end of the grass plain. He noticed something grey in the grass, and got off his bike to look at it.

  The grass was knee high and was always clean, Farowcha was known for being extremely clean he heard, yet the cleanness was natural for him, he could not imagine a dirty state. Conrad had told him about where he had come from, he said in the state he came from, there where huge building that breathed black smoke from their top, and the grass had garbage in it, and the floor was grey, with no grass, he said that there were skyscrapers in the sky, since Jason did not know what Skyscrapers where he told him that it looked like a huge mirror in the sky. He could not imagine a state looking so silly and dirty, he got to the grey thing, and he looked at it.

               It was a piece of parchment that looked like it had washed up on shore, dried up and then the wind had blown it away into the grass. Everything on the paper was rather smudged up but the heading was clear as day, it said President Abraham Lincoln assassinated on Good Friday, April 14, 1865.  This was at least 150 years ago according to Conrad estimate. He was very confused by this piece of paper, he did not understand what a President was, and he thought to himself that, tomorrow he would ask Conrad about this weird piece of paper. He noticed that the piece of paper seemed to resemble a newspaper. He put it in the basket of his bicycle and rode home, he realized he was 15 minutes longer then he should have been and he would get it from his dad.

             Jason rode as fast as his pedals would allow him, but was very careful that the parchment would not fall out.  He saw his big house, and took the little key out of his pocket and put it into the gate. He always mixed up with what direction he was supposed to put the key in, and always messed up. He finally got the key in the right direction, and he pushed the gate open. He house was very beautiful; he had a huge pool right in his backyard, and they had a 8 acres, and a tree house, and many trees he used to climb, there was marble on the floor that was used a pathway to his house, he used to love playing here, but it seemed that as soon as Rebecca came here everything turned dark and cruel.

             He tucked the piece of parchment under in his pants near his waist, and covered it with his jacket and walked forward.  He opened the door with a different key and slunk in, he really did not want to be noticed, and he did not feel like talking to anyone. He noticed no one was down stairs, he figured that his dad probably took Rebecca on a cruise or, one of the restaurants he bought, or maybe to his golf course, down in the park. He walked up the stairs so silently afraid his dad might still be home, and walked down the hall into his room. The only thing he liked about this house now was his room; he had a little porch that he could look right at the sea and think. He got the best room in the house according to him, he got out his room key and put it in the doorknob, the door did not open, and he twisted the key the other way, assuming he messed up but it did not turn.

  Forgetting his idea to be as quiet as possible he knocked on the door as hard as possible, then slammed his body into the door, he really wanted to get into his room.  He pounded on the door again, and he heard a high pitched squeal, then he pressed his head on the door, and hears a little boy grumbling to himself, about not getting enough quiet in this house. He realized that there was a little boy in his room, the idea of someone being in his room, scared him and angered him at the same time. He pounded his fist on the door and said,

“Who is in my room, who are you little boy!” he pressed his head against the door and listened to the little boy grumble to himself,

“Go away, I am trying to get some rest,” the little boy’s voice was so high pitched it was rather frightening. Jason realized that when the boy finished his sentence he heard a little crying sound.

“Listen here little boy this is my room, and you are sleeping in it, how about you getting out, if I know you, you can go downstairs into the guest rooms,” the little boy inside the room groaned and got off his bed. Jason knew this because, either the little boy dropped something extremely heavy on the floor, or he got of his bed. He realized maybe this was not a little boy, but a grown man pretending to be a little boy, because what little boy would pound on the floor when he got off the bed, unless he was obese.

    Jason saw a light turn on in the room, and realized the boy had turned on the light, he noticed that the boy was going to come out. He backed away from the door, because he did not want to get attacked by this person if he was really a bad person. The door slowly opened, when Jason saw a little round head peer out of the door. It was a chubby little boy with the pinkest face you had ever seen. He had tight little lips that where pressed together, and rather large cheeks that where bright red. He had blond hair messily thrown about his head, and his eyes where enormously puffy, and red. The boy tilted his head up, to take a look at Jason; Jason seemed to be a giant compared to this little boy. When the boy saw Jason, he stuck his tongue out and made a very nasty face. Jason could not mistake this little red boy for anyone other than George Norshawitz.

 “George Norshawitz what on earth are you doing in my room?” It was one thing to have a complete stranger in his house that he did not know, but this was George Norshawitz. He attended Jason’s school, and you would assume this little boy to about 9 in because of his size, and because of the pitch of his voice but, he was actually fourteen.

“Rebecca left with my step-dad!” George said in a matter of fact voice, one thing did bother Jason hugely and it was the fact he had called his father, his step-dad which was simply outrageous. He could not imagine being related to this horrid little beast. He was the smallest kid in the class and thought he could stand up to the biggest, and he was the biggest baby you would ever meet at age fourteen.

“My father is not your step-dad yet! They haven’t married yet, so I do not see any reason why you are in my house ahead of time!” Jason practically yelled at George, he had a rough day, and now he had to deal with little pink boy sleeping in his room.

“Actually, step-dad told me to call him step-dad so I can get used to it, so you should yell at him and not at me. I am hungry and want food; I think I would like a sandwich!” Jason could see it now in his head, George marching around the house, and asking for food, and demanding presents or whatever he could get his little grubby fingers on. He did however, have to get George out of his room, he thought that if he made him a sandwich he would leave.

“How about this, if I make you a sandwich fit for a king, you will let me go in my room,” George smiled so widely exposed his crooked teeth.

“Alright let’s go!”  The little boy ran down the hall faster you could think his feet could carry him. Jason let out a small chuckle because the boy looked like a red blueberry running down the hall. Jason took his time walking down the steps, he was not particularly eager to make George’s sandwich.

 He walked behind the kitchen counter and pulled asked George what he would like on his sandwich, George got all piped up and said so many things Jason could not remember them all, but he did remember him saying something about mustard, and Peanut butter which Jason knew did not belong with each other. He opened the cabinet and took out two small plates, one for him and one for George. He found his favorite bread sweet potato bread, and took out four slices. He loved the yellow color of the bread, and the sweetness you received from a simple piece of bread.

  George was smiling still and jabbering on about mayonnaise, and jelly tasting scrumptious. Jason pulled out several ingredients, he did not even listen mostly to all the ingredient George was talking about, he practically emptied his whole refrigerator on the counter and figured he just put a little of everything into this little kid sandwich.

 He started off with mustard, when he opened the cap off of the jar; a tangy scent filled Conrad’s nose. He picked up his butter knife and scooped a little from the jar; he spread it over the bread. The mustard looked like a pale yellow, compared to the breads bright yellow color. He opened the jam and took a little and spread it over the other piece of bread, he loved how smoothly the jam spread over the bread, not nearly as hard as grape jelly which Jason hated.

  Jason grabbed some pepper off of the shelf and sprinkles some on the mayonnaise, and a little salt on the jelly. He knew that these flavors where very wrong together but, the little boy was still smiling and egging him on to try different flavors. He grabbed spaghetti sauce, hot chili sauce, making sure to add an extra helping. He added some tomato sauce and peanut butter. He was done making this horrible smelling sandwich, which he was sure would taste like eating straight out of a garbage can.

“Well your sandwich is completed enjoy,” Jason laughed at the little boys face; George laughed and picked up the sandwich and tore it to pieces, eating so sloppily his face looked like a rainbow full of colors. He patted the little boy on his head and headed towards the stairs. He ran up the steps and went into his room and locked the door behind him. He pulled out the peace of parchment and put on his desk and flopped down on his bed. Today had been rather hard but right now all he needed was rest, he really did not care if George was left downstairs, he would a figure out a way to get into one of the guest rooms. Jason touched his head and felt the bruise on his face, and winced, hopefully it would heal soon. Jason wanted to think of something happy so that if he fell asleep it would fill his mind, and he thought of reuniting with his mother.