And I Don’t Think We’ve Hit The Climax, Yet . . .

Please excuse me in advance for any typos I make. It’s freakin’ nine in the morning, and I’m going off of about four hours sleep, but I’m too worried to go back to bed, or even attempt sleep again.

See, yesterday, I was sitting where I am now, in the dining room on the couch, typing on my laptop. I was describing a bit of the whole Jess situation to Jill. Well, there’s this strangely patterned knock at the door suddenly, and when Mike answered, Jason was standing there. I said he should come in, but he didn’t, so I said be right back to Jill, and walked to the door. Jason asked if we could come outside for a bit. So, I got shoes on and Mike and I went outside. I asked what was up, and he said something about that being the problem with irration. Immediately, I thought he was talking about his mom, and asked what he meant. He said that he’d run out of his house again.

Yes, again. There was one time, back about three years ago in December, where his mom caught him over here, threatened my family and Mike with the police, and then made Jason follow her back. They got into an argument back at their house, and Jason ran out and came to my house. We thought something could be done then, but he went back there after being coerced by the nosiest, bossiest, gossipiest hen of them all at the Baptist Church. When Mike and I went to Rev. K the next day to voice our concerns and see if he could help us do anything, he basically blew us off, telling us “you don’t know what goes on behind closed doors,” and basically acting like he thought we were out-and-out liars. (Hence the reason I refuse to attend that church. I will not listen to sermons preached by a Reverend who will say that, and other things, to people coming to him out of concern for a friend. Best friend, in my case.)

Well, Jason wanted to walk around for a bit last night, so we walked to Sycamore, (that old elementary school I wanted to show you, Joey,) and hung out there for awhile. From there, we called Matt, someone Mike thought would be able to help, and we met up with him at Eli’s to talk until he had to go to work. After that, I just didn’t feel like going home, and Mike and Jason had no preference, so we hung out at Veteran’s Park for what must have been a couple hours. Maybe just over one hour, I don’t know.

So, anyway, we came back to my house eventually and were here, just talking, playing Smash Brothers, and amazingly, under the circumstances, having a good time. And he slept over, using my top bunk, while Mike and I used the bottom. This morning, a little after eight, Mom comes into my room, and tells me Jason’s dad is on the phone, and she wouldn’t accept that Mike and I were saying, “The Hell with it, tell him Jason’s not here.” So, Jason talked to him, and made the concession to go back to his house, and use the car that he normally does to go to Kean today. Then, as he was leaving, he said that he’d be back after his class, because Mike, myself, and Jason were going to go see Mike’s dad and grandma, and possibly see if there could be a temporary living arrangement for Jason set up. Because last night, and earlier today, he was determined NOT to go back to that house.

Well, I just paused in typing this, because I heard that same strangely patterned knock at the door. He just came back here, saying that he was going back there, giving them one last shot, and there was a possibility that his parents would agree to let him hang out with me again. He said that hopefully, him, his parents, and I could meet someplace, and talk things through. And by everything I hold dear to me, I swear, those are the only people who are going to be there. Mike, he wasn’t involved when everything exploded my junior year, and I don’t really want him there now. My parents are idiots who would only hinder things because while they may claim to be on my side later, they sure wouldn’t act like it during the conversation.

::Sighs:: All in all, I don’t know what to do. I just have to sit back and wait. See what unfolds. He did say that if they went back on their word, even slightly, he’d be out of there again. But for how long? I can’t help wondering.

“I don’t know what to do. There are two of us, and a hundred of them. What can we do?” Quote from Young Sherlock Holmes. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many times I quoted that my junior year. And probably senior year. God!! That woman is a freakin’ psychopathic bitch!!! How can he go back there and honestly think that there’s going to be some kind of a change????? I mean, his parents, one or the other, havw made these kind of “promises” before. That he and I could hang out again. And then, that hope is dashed once again. I can’t get up hope for it anymore, because I don’t believe that he’ll have that freedom until he’s out of that house!! God damnit!! I hate that bitch and everything she’s managed to do for over six God damned years!!! To me, to Jason, to Dolly, to everyone who’s ever known him!!! And I can feel his resolve slowly weakening as he thinks he’s won a battle. Winning a battle does not mean winning the war, though.

God . . . I don’t know what to do. What the Hell can I do? I know. There’s no real answer. Not that anyone can give me, anyway. I just have to see how it plays out. But like I said, I’m working off of four hours of sleep, and then he comes back and tells me this, and . . . all in all, I’m not liking this entire thing. I’m worried about him. I don’t want to see him have to go back to living in that house, under the same iron fist, same restrictions, never having the freedom that someone half his age usually has . . . I can’t watch him go back to that. I won’t.

::Sighs:: There’ll be more to the story. I’ll write again as soon as I know more. I don’t know why, but something tells me we haven’t reached the climax in this story yet . . . But I don’t know what that climax could be, after all this . . . and frankly, I’m afraid to find out . . .

–Notes–

Ya know, Kate, I was home sometime after 10:30 (after work) and didn’t get any phone call. Nor did I see you online (and I’d been on for a good while hoping you’d show up). I guess I’ll give you the phone call you requested and hope your home. And hope J’s ok. [HyacatDuncan] —————————————————————————
You are a true friend, and I pray that the news is in your favour. [Angel Knight]