The last couple weeks of summer went largely uneventful. After the initial shyness wore off, Jaxsen found himself attached to Nizhoni at the hip. Every night before he was sent to bed Jaxsen gave her a hug and a small kiss to the cheek, repeating the action with Sebastian before scurrying off to his room.
One Saturday night, the last Saturday before school officially started, brought the three of them together into the living room to laze in front of the television. Jaxsen followed a moment later, a Snapple bottle held carefully, lest he drop it. With a smile Jaxsen climbed unabashedly into Nizhoni’s lap, his head reclined against her chest as Sebastian turned to a Furturama marathon.
They enjoyed the program for a few hours before it ended and Sebastian shut off the T.V. “I think he likes you,” he whispered with a smile. Nizhoni s
The first half of his day in his new school had gone fine. He was introduced to each class he came to, shyly smiling at each introduction. Lunch came and he found himself to his own devices. He took his seat outside under the shade of a grand oak tree. He ate and wrote his thoughts in the camel leather bound journal his mother had brought back from India for his birthday. He remained quiet throughout the day, observing and learning his new surroundings. The rest of the day after lunch went smoothly enough, no one really bothering him or paying him any extra attention; for which he was grateful. He wanted to orient himself before anyone noticed his existence. He was thankful no one but the teachers called on him, and even they largely left him alone. Everyone seemed to collectively understand he needed his space to gain his bearings, respecting this need for an equilibrium balance.He watched th
His eyes scanned the crowds of parents and children, his heart rate increasing with every breath, with every second passing he did not spot Sebastian. It felt like days passed in the span of a few short seconds, but before the panic attack became full blown, he spotted Sebastian leaning up against a tree by the sidewalk, away from the crowd and easily locatable. The relief he felt was instant and he couldn’t find it in him to hide the smile that broke across his face as he ran, giggling, and leapt into Sebastian’s waiting arms.“Bastian?” Sebastian cracked open his eyes to find two azure orbs staring down at him.“Huh?” He lifted his head and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Jaxsen? What, what’s wrong, Jack?” His eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light filtering in through from the
Jaxsen had been quieter than normal when she picked him up from school. She’d kept her eye on him once they got home. He just curled up in the corner of the couch writing in his journal. Sensing he needed the time she mainly left him be, tousling his hair as she walked by, kissing the top of his head. She knew touch was comforting, and wanted to let him know he wasn’t alone.A few hours before Sebastian was due home, Nizhoni sat in the recliner reading Steven King’s ‘IT’ when Jaxsen gently shut his journal, walked over and crawled into her lap. Closing and setting the book aside, she wrapped him in her arms and began rocking the chair gently. She kissed his forehead and noticed silent tears tracking down his reddened cheeks.“Yanaha, my love, why the tears?” He curled himself into a tighter ball an
“Jaxsen, come on, it’s time for school.” Sebastian called, taking one more gulp from his coffee mug. Jaxsen was supposed to have gotten dressed and come back down, but had yet to return. “Jaxsen!” he called a bit louder this time at the bottom of the stairs, frowning when he still did not inherit a return refutation. With a sigh he started up the stairs.“Jaxsen?” He knocked before entering and any irritation he may have felt was vanquished in an instant. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his backpack between his feet, torn fragments of paper clutched in his hands. He wasn’t crying but Sebastian could see he had been. He stared into the nothing, completely lost in his own mind.“Jack?” He said kneeling down, his hands on the boy’s.“I&rsquo
“Well, apparently, they’d been picking on him for some time now. Something he kept hidden from me until Monday. See, Mr. Lawry, Jaxsen’s parents were both killed in front of him. He’s gone through a lot in the past couple years. His mother, shortly before her death, bought him a journal. It was his most prized possession. The boys cornered him in the bathroom after school Friday, threw him into a bench and destroyed it. He doesn’t want to come back. Also I found evidence of bruising from when he hit the bench, and older ones from other times he was cornered.”Mr. Lawry nodded and thought for a moment. “Such a shame the morals children are taught these days. If you ask me, I’d say the lot of them need a good few swats with a large belt.” He shook his head. “I will apply an apt punishment to those boys. I am sorry such callowness and lack of amity c
“They’re ugly to me. Ugly reminders of ‘the Before Time.’ I’m scared…” He admitted this last confession so softly that if she hadn’t been able to read lips she’d have not known he’d spoken at all.“Of what, sweet boy?”He took a hitching breath, wrapping his arms around hers which circled his torso. “I’m scared that I’ll never see anything else but the remains of what they did. I don’t want to remember them every time I see myself. Because I do. I remember every scar.” He traced a particularly large one just under his rib cage on his right side.“Know what this one is from?” She shook her head. “Mr. Grady did it.” He said nothing more as if that explained everything.
“My sweet, Yanaha!” she exclaimed, scooping him up in her arms and kissing all over his face. He giggled and shrieked, throwing his head back, fully trusting she wouldn’t let him fall.Still giggling he said, “Guess what?”“What, baby?”“I made a friend! A real friend!” Her excitement matched his enthusiasm.“Yeah? That’s great, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He giggled again. “I’ve got your snack all ready for you. Wanna tell me about your day while you eat it?”“Yeah!” She set him on his feet and he scampered over to the table where she set a bowl of rice pudding and an apple Snapple in front of him. He grinned, du
Neither one had brought up Jaxsen’s slip of calling him ‘Daddy’, nor did Jaxsen repeat it. Sebastian longed to hear that word toward him again, and until such time he would wait patiently, if with an aching heart. He sighed to himself knowing that before it would happen again or ever on a regular basis, he would have to confess things kept close to his soul.“What’s for dinner?” Jaxsen asked as he grabbed his favorite Snapple from the fridge and a Granny Smith apple from a bowl on the counter before sitting down at the kitchen table.Nizhoni laughed. “Steak, corn, potatoes and macaroni and cheese,” she said as she set his snack of rice pudding in front of him. Jaxsen dipped his apple into it with a satisfied smile. Sebastian made a face at Jaxsen&rsq
Around one-thirty the telephone rang and with a big grin Nizhoni answered, listened, responded, and hung up.“Jaxsen, come outside with me, baby.”He took her outstretched hand with a puzzled look and allowed himself to be led outside. Moments later Sebastian pulled into the driveway. He got out and rounded the front, calling Jaxsen over to the passenger side of the truck. Sebastian smiled, his grin mirroring Nizhoni’s, who gently set her hands on Jaxsen’s shoulders. Jaxsen looked at Sebastian before looking up at her, a question in his eyes. Nizhoni smiled wider.“Jack, Zhoni and I have a surprise for you.”Jaxsen smiled. “You do? What is it?”“You ready?”
When they exited the monkey house Sebastian attempted to set Jaxsen down to make sure that he really was okay, but the boy would have none of it. He did not scream. Or panic, or make a scene. He simply whimpered and held tighter to him.“No, Daddy, don’t put me down. Take me home, Daddy, I wanna go home.”Sebastian nodded. “Okay, sweet boy. What happened, Jack?” Jaxsen, who was already trembling, began shaking quite a bit more.“Th-th-they found me, Daddy.”While still walking Sebastian glanced around, his stomach falling to his toes. He saw no one that struck him dangerous, but kept a sharp eye out nonetheless. When they reached the truck Sebastian had a hell of a time trying to convince the boy to let him go to get
Jaxsen spoke excitedly about all he’d seen so far during lunch. Sebastian wondered if the boy was going to collapse from insufficient oxygen.Sebastian didn’t dare attempt to taper his enthusiasm. He would much rather have a happy, chatty Jaxsen who was all laughter and childish giggles. He still remembered the frightened, teary-eyed boy he’d first met and was proud of the young man he was becoming.“Daddy, what can we go see next?” Jaxsen asked once their meal was eaten. Sebastian checked his watch.“It’s getting pretty late, Jack. We have time for probably one more exhibit before we have to head home,” Sebastian told him, checking his watch.“Are we still gonna eat dinner at the tower?” he asked excitedly.
“Did you have fun today, sweet boy?” Sebastian asked as the two of them walked back to the truck after the cave tour ended. Jaxsen smiled up at him, his face beaming with excitement.“Yes! That was so much fun, Daddy. Can we do it again next year?” He bounced a bit on his toes, turning toward Sebastian, that megawatt smile growing that much brighter.“If that’s what you want to do, Jack.” Sebastian unlocked the truck and opened the back door so Jaxsen could climb inside. “You want to stop and get some dinner on the way back to the hotel?”Jaxsen nodded. “Can we go eat at the tower?” he asked excitedly. Sebastian ruffled the boy’s hair and smiled.“How about we eat at the tower tomorrow be
Jaxsen smiled and nodded. “Can you, um, help me with my suitcase?” While Sebastian hauled Jaxsen’s luggage to the truck, Nizhoni gathered Jaxsen in a hug that made him giggle.“I love you, my sweet Yanaha. Take good care of your daddy for me, okay? Make sure he doesn’t do something stupid and lose an eye, or something, alright?”Jaxsen giggled again and hugged Nizhoni tightly, expressed his love for her, kissed her cheek and went out to the truck, Nizhoni following behind.“What time is Cori gonna be here?” Sebastian asked as he set the case in the bed of the truck. “Here, I thought you might want this inside with us.” Sebastian handed Jaxsen his backpack which contained his journal, a book, and a few other items to keep his occupation.
The boys met at the park a few minutes later. River and Phoenix were swinging lazily on the swings, their feet dragging the ground and kicking small clouds of dirt and dust with each pass.“Hey,” Jaxsen greeted.The twins smiled, River waved. “Hey, guys,” Phoenix said, hopping off the swings.“Are you okay, Basil?” River signed, a concerned look in his eyes.Jaxsen translated and Basil looked back to River. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a hard day, you know?”River read lips well, therefore did not need either Jaxsen or his brother to sign Basil’s answer. He nodded and patted Basil on the back.&ld
“So, what did you crazy kids get into today?” Sebastian asked with a grin as they sat down to dinner later that night.“We meddled in the private affairs of the wealthy man who owns the haunted mansion at the upper end of town and solved the mystery of the rattling chains,” Jaxsen answered Sebastian with a grin. “We made new friends. Brothers that moved here a couple weeks ago. They’re twins.”Sebastian smiled. “Yeah?”“Mhm.” Jaxsen forked a mouthful of spaghetti into his mouth.“The boy we met first, River, he’s deaf. Some kids roughed him up, but Jaxsen calmed him down and signed with him, and then we took him home. That’s where we were when you called. We were killing zombies on
“Come in,” Jaxsen called at the knock on his door. Sebastian poked his head into the bedroom. The boys were set in the center of Jaxsen’s area rug, cross-legged and facing one another. Basil dropped his head to hide his face, subtly shouldering away any moisture on his cheeks.“Everything okay?” Sebastian asked in concern.“Yeah, Dad, we’re okay.” Jaxsen glanced quickly at Basil before looking back to his father. “We’re just talking.”Sebastian nodded. “Well, Nizhoni doesn’t feel good, so I’m going to run to the store and get her some crackers. You boys want anything specific for dinner?”“Can we have spaghetti and meatballs?” Jaxsen beamed. It was one of his favorite me
Basil put the last article of clothing in his backpack and slowly zipped it closed. The small suitcase Sebastian had packed for him was lying closed on the bed.“I wish I could stay.”Jaxsen nodded. “Me, too.”“I’m scared, Jax,” Basil admitted as he sat down on the bed.“I know,” Jaxsen said sitting next to him.“What if it doesn’t get any better?”“Then tell my dad again. Perhaps if there’s a repeated pattern there will be something he can do. And if nothing else you could just come stay here for an extended sleepover or something.”Basil shook h