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“That’s pretty normal, trust me.” Rose laughs. “I think I second guess myself with Easton every day.” My eyes go wide with shock. “Notwith our relationship, but just stupid shit. I don’t know. It’s a part of being a woman. Get used to it.”
I flick her off and check my phone. “Fuck, we’ve got to go. Now.”
“Let’s do it.”
* * *
Sittingthrough the service was the most painful thing I’ve ever done. It was small. Only the families from the park attended, or at least the ones who remembered to come. And let me tell you, that was only a couple handfuls. It was pitiful and sad, and I felt like cringing through the entire service.
There will be no burial since Randall has decided to cremate Mary and doesn’t want to spend the money on a burial service.
Did I mention I want to stab his eyes out since Jackson told me about what a piece of shit he is? I hope he realizes it, too, from the way I glared at him through the entire service. He’s a horrible person and I hope he rots in hell for putting his son and wife through what he did all those years.
I hope that now that Jackson’s mom is now gone, things at home don’t get any worse.
From the raging look on Randall’s face, I have a feeling my hopes are as good as dead.
Now it’s just Rose, Easton, and me waiting for Jackson to finish saying goodbye to everyone. Easton said he wanted to have Jackson over and get really high and play video games like old times. Sounds boring as hell, but Rose and I will go along anyway. I want to spend time with Jackson. I couldn’t really give a shit if we went bird watching.
The last of the guests leave, and then Jackson starts walking away.
“Hey! Jackson!” I shout. “Guys, he’s leaving.” I point to Jackson’s retreating form.
“Yo! Jackson!” Easton hollers.
Jackson turns around and gives us a wave goodbye.
I don’t think twice, I start running—more like waddling—my way to Jackson and shouting his name. He looks over his shoulder, and when he sees me struggling to catch up, he stops.
“What, Cara?” Jackson sighs.
“Where are you going? We’re supposed to go to Easton’s house.” I lift my hands up in awhat the fuckgesture.
“Yeah, not in the mood.” He turns and starts walking away.
“Jackson, what the fuck!” I grab onto his arm to halt his movements.
He rips his arm out of my hand. “Let go, Cara.”
“Why are you acting like this?” I frown at him. “What happened?”
“Oh fuck, Cara, I don’t know. Life happened.My mom died. I’m not in the mood to go fucking hangout with people right now. Can you leave me the fuck alone, please?”
“But—”
“No! Fuck, Cara. Quit talking, for once in your God damned life. Can you just shut the fuck up and think about someone other than yourself? I don’t want to be around anyone.I don’t want to talk.” He runs his hands down his face. “I’ll talk to you later.” This time, when he turns and walks off, I don’t stop him.
I stand there for so long I watch him walk to the corner and hop on the city bus. A few minutes later, Easton’s truck pulls up beside me.
“Ready to go home?” Rose asks sympathetically.
I nod my head, tears streaming down my face.
“Okay, let’s go home.”
22
Jackson
