If You Ever Come Back

Chapter 2

Conrad's POV

I guess I was wrong, yes I was wrong. He needs to understand that he was wrong too, but still, too tough. He's so angry about nothing, why? I wish I knew. Its been a month of hiding things, hopefully not drugs. He's always distant from me, never telling me anything. I look at the door i don't hear a sound, nothing, just silence. Is he sleeping? No, too angry to sleep. Something is wrong I feel it.

I open the door, his is closed. Knock knock Jake, well no answer. I open it slowly, he's not there. I didn't hear the door open, where can he be? Clothes are missing, phone, shoes, oh no. Panic all over me, my heart starts to beat really fast, i sweat. Good lord, where is he? How could he do this? Is he out of his mind?! I need to find him before is to late.

I start the car, hoping to find him at a store, getting into a hotel, hoping to find him.

No success he's no where! Three ours looking for him and no where to be seen. I just he is okay, i wont handle the idea of him in a horrible situation.

I open the door, does he have a key? I better leave it open so when he gets back he can get in. Is he coming back?

Time for dinner, not home yet. 12:00 nothing, no signs of Jake. Maybe tomorrow, morning he'll be there at his bed sleeping safe and soundly. It's time for you to sleep Conrad, relax he'll be fine.

I take my shoes off, I lay on my cold bed hoping to fall asleep. It takes a while but finally I fall asleep.

Morning, finally. 11:00 a.m. Jake need to go see his doctor, oh. I walk slowly through the hallway and push his door... Nothing. Damn it. Downstairs? Empty. Kitchen? Empty, Tv room? Empty. Face it Conrad, he's gone, you need to look for him. Find him no matter what.

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"Good morning Con, how's it going" Stanford asks

"Okay, I guess it's going okay" I lie.

"How's Jake, it's been a long time since I don't see him" he know, everybody knows.

"I guess he's okay..."

This is the third day since he left. I put signs all over town, newspapers, even tv. Nothing, no one knows where my son is. Did he left to another city? New York maybe. Where can he be? Oh God, it's all my fault, I'll never see him again. Days are getting harder to handle, he was my happiness, he produced some strange peace after an stressfull day at work, he was my miracle, and now he is gone no where to be seen. No phone calls, empty, I feel empty.

My only hope is that he's okay, that he comes back soon in a healthy state. He's my only son, the only thing I have left

Jakes POV

Never thought this would be this hard. Well Jake, What on earth did you expected? You have no one now, you're alone it was your choice now, suck it up and be mature. I finally got a place to live, three days sleeping on the street is not that fun. The lady looks nice but never trust strangers. Now, what's next genious? Well, find a job of course, let's start with something simple. Yeah, something simple.

I walk through the street, looking for a LOOKING FOR SOME HELP signs. This might take a long time, I don't see any. Hotel? No, that's not simple. Tattoo shop? Maybe later. Bartender? Could be. Okay let's give it a shot, nothing to loose, you're alone now, you're a grown up know. You can do it.

I get into the store. An big, fat and old man is in the door.

"Heeey, um..... I'm here because of the sign outside...." I say.

"Okay" he says

"Caaan, um, how do I apply?" I really don't know how to get a job

"Well, do you know about beer?"

"Kinda..."

"Hmmm, wine?"

"Yeah, I guess"

"Hmm, okay kido, here, fill this out and come back tomorrow and we'll see. How old are you?"He asks giving me a bunck of papers, what for?

"I'm 18 sir, and sure I will" He laugs and leaves, that was easy!

I'm afraid I'll never come back home, I like my life style now. It feels more free, less stressful, I'm happier than before. GOODBYE DAD, FUCK YOU DAD. I'm never coming back never. No regrets, I should've done this long time ago. It's late now, time to go back to my new home, with a sweet old lady that enjoys cups of tea at 5:00 p.m. and watches romantic movies. Go to sleep to my new bedroom with a comfortable bed and a bathroom. It's not a big aparment but it's something, and I love it. Better that the street benches. I wonder if my dad is looking for me, I hope not. Atleast I'm far away now. No one will ever thought of Boston, I hope for my dad Boston is invisible and never looks for me here. This would be better if I had a tv or maybe some new books. In order to get that I need money and in order to get money I need a job. 

I unlock the door and get in. I go to the couch and lay on it. I slowly fall asleep, nothing on my mind.