Chapter 2: Jack's Jazz...Wrong Reason; Right One

Jack Warren stood looking down the length of the darken street. He carefully looked at his watch. He can’t believe the strange phone call he received during the early evening. His heart break when he recognized the familiar voice breaking in fear while asking him help.

He immediately went into action slipping from his high security residence not wanting his highly paid bodyguards to know about his past. That side of him was only reserved for himself. He learned a long time ago not to trust the people closest to him.

“Where the hell are you?”

His fingers gripped the briefcase tightly knowing how dangerous it was to carry that much money around.  On high alert he kept looking around. He kept for the moment a tight reign on his closed memories. He knows once he opened that door, the hurt, the fury, everything bad kept locked will be unleash.

His mind briefly wanders to the girl he saw earlier. He made a note of the man and woman. They will be dealt with in a manner they will never forget. While he waited for his instructions, he carefully noticed what has been done to her. When she briefly looked into his eyes something stirred deeply within him. Currently his mind must be on this meeting.

“I have been doing everything, what’s keeping you?” he softly asked just to hear his voice, his mind too full of questions with no answers. He wonders about the package he was to buy and collect.

The sudden blinking of car lights alerts him he was no longer alone. Quietly furious since he didn’t hear the darken van approached.

He stood and wait. He noticed two men getting out but also stood looking at him.

Carefully looking around, he noticed no one else but he stayed where he was. His cell phone suddenly vibrates in his pocket. His eyes on the men he reached for it. He noticed the message. Quickly unlocking the screen, he read the message.

“No ways,” he said looking at the men beside the van. He stood waiting not about to make the first move but anxious to know what package would be released into his care.

“Step towards the van,” the gun was stuck into his back.

Jack instantly felt fury when he realized he did become distracted in not hearing the gunman approached.

“Who are you guys?”

“Move,” the man snap.

Jack gripped the briefcase and start to move forward. The moment he was closed to the van another man stepped outside.

“Money,” he said.

Jack looked at the man, face scared and mean looking. He shrugged his shoulders and handed over the briefcase.

“This is for you.”

He took hold of the envelope before looking at the man. He watched them all leave. He turned and quickly walked back to where he had parked his car. He opened the envelope.

“Jason Warren,” he read the name. He noticed an address and time set for tomorrow.

Jack feels restless and concerned about the girl he had noticed earlier. After what he and his mother went through while he was growing up, he truly hated when someone was mistreated. He had a hard way of growing up. He learned every lesson the vicious way. His mind travels back to a time when he dared look behind the door. His hand wipes across his face, as he recalls he don’t know the hour of the night nor the reason he woke that night. His first sleepy impression the bright moon seen through the open curtains.

Something caught and held his attention. His once sleepy gaze suddenly fixed, something caught his attention as he watched the bedroom door slightly ajar. Afraid and confused yet curious he wondered what was behind that door.

“Mom,” he queried.

“Go to sleep Jack.”

“What’s going on?”

He watched as she disappeared from his sight. Her odd behavior made him get out of bed. He quickly stood behind the still slightly ajar bedroom door. He looked at the moon puzzled then suddenly opened the door wider. He then stood in the hall that looked sinister.

“Mom, where are you?” he called softly.

He caught ahead of him a kind of shadowy movement. When he realized he stood in front of another door, having a definite feeling of fear, what was behind that door.

“Mom, are you in here?” His worry for her was greater than his own fear.

He watched like magic the door opened revealing the demon of a man he called father. His hair was unkempt, his teeth yellow stained.

He still can smell the venomous intent behind the snake of a man.

“You just had to look behind the door, boy,”

Jack stood in his vast kitchen drinking water that splashed over his chest. He can still taste the fear from so long ago. He focused his mind away from his own past towards the girl in the club. He was worried about her. He somehow senses his life will entwine hers somehow. The bright lights were suddenly switched on.

“Sir,” the man servant was surprised. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” he said shortly.

“Don’t get angry…you vanished from the residence earlier. I wanted to check the tracker on the vehicle but decided against it.”

Jack looked at the man who he found living on the streets a couple of years ago. He extended a hand and not once regretted it. Both are in their own way broken men.

“It was the past calling. I will listen again tomorrow. Keep the men away from me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good night William.”

He wanders around the empty mansion the question burning in his mind. The words slipped from his lips. “Who am I?” The girl popped again in his mind. “Would you understand me? I don’t understand my own past. I certainly didn’t choose this path.”

He wipes with his hands repeatedly over his face. The path refused to stay hidden tonight. “Who am I? The night I was born there was blood on the moon. Since my first breath I had to fight I had to fight to survive. I learned the lessons on each birthday from the age of thirteen. The teachings left the mark the message clear. A repeated offence on my part when I again looked behind the door.”

He looked at his hand seeing the imaginary knife in his hand dripping with blood that splashes onto his bare feet. He looked bewildered and scared. Then he truly learned life was very cruel when you least expect it. In the blink of an eye everything chances. He forged himself into the man he was today.

He still aimlessly wanders around his home mind circling around the past and many questions about the girl in trouble. The fact that he left and didn’t help her sits uncomfortable on his shoulders.

“Fuck!” he cursed spinning on his heels. “I am going to look for her.

Jack swiftly opens the front door when his body still. He just saw the three men rushing from his porch. About to make alarm when he looked down at what they left. He immediately stepped back concerned it might be a bomb. Suddenly the content within the large duffle bag moved. He stepped forward bend and unzipped it. The face of an unconscious boy appeared. He noticed the note stick against his head. He grabbed it and quickly read, ‘Jason Warren, love and protect him.’ He recognized the handwriting as she home schooled him.

“Mom,” he said looking into the dark night.

His arms slipped into the duffle bag and carefully he removed the boy. He carried him to one of the closest bedrooms where he very gentle placed him on the bed. He searches for his phone and called his private doctor.

“I Jack Warren appeared to be the big brother of Jason Warren, a boy that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Now the big question, Mom, where are you? You helped me escaped from father with the promise of joining me. Then you vanished. Why? Where are you? Are you okay? I become a powerful man, reach out to me, I can help you, as you saved me.” He whispered in anguish and worry.