Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2007 15:01:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Lost Cause <l0st_cause@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mike and Jason 1

COPYRIGHT: 2006 by LCStories ( Mike) All rights reserved


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 Mike And Jason - Chapter 1

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Mike - 18
Jason - 16


             It was a late night as I awoke from a very bad dream I was
having.  As I awoke I started to cry, helplessly, thinking to myself, "Why
me?  Why did all of this have to happen to me?  Why couldn't I just live a
normal life?"

    I wiped my face and looked over at a picture I had next to my bed.  On
it was a picture I had taken of my parents when I was 13.  See my parents
died when I was just 14 years old from a blazing fire at our vacation house
in the mountains of Hilo.  No one still knows how I made it out alive.  I
often wish I hadn't.  What do I have to live for?  I lost my parents and
they were all I had.

Ever since that day I was pretty much on my own See my parents had no
brothers or sisters and was also an only child.  I had no living family
members. I really don't know how I managed to live on my own all these
years but I did it.  My parents had a will saying everything was to go to
me.  And what I didn't know was that they made a bank account for me with
about $10,000 in it.  My dad was a car dealer and my mother was a
housewife.  Money was often very tight for us.

So with the money in that account and the money they had left around the
house and their checking accounts was what kept me fed, clothed, and
everything I needed to get by.  But as the years went on the money was be
gone before I knew it.

At the age of 16, I started my first job.  See even though my parents left
me what I thought was a lot of money it just wasn't enough to get by.

I am now 18 years old.  I am 5'11."  I weight about 155 pounds.  I have
blue eyes and light brown hair.  I keep my hair not too long but not too
short either.  I love how it is and a lot of people seem to like it too.  I
am living alone still at the house where I was born.

We had two houses.  One where we lived in Hawaii and our vacation home in
Hilo that was destroyed by fire. I live in our three bedroom house alone.
We never really had fancy things such as a computer or a cell phone.  I
barely had enough cash to buy a car.

I am now just finished with high school, but I can't go to college because
I can't afford it.  I figured I would get a full time job until I can make
enough money and then start school as I can afford it.

As I looked for a job I saw an add in the newspaper that caught my
eye. Looking for Help - Must be able and willing to work with kid's ages 13
- 16. Will pay very well.  I was very interested in this so decided to give
it a shot.  The next thing I knew I got the job and was asked to start
right away.

The job is something that I really had an interest in doing.  It's pretty
much an after school/weekend job where kids around the ages of 13 - 16 to
do homework hang out with other friends, play cards, watch some movies, as
well as many other things.

Anyways, as I went to work I went through a lot of training programs and
finally it was time to start.  I was told I was going to get the oldest
bunch of kids, the 15 and 16 years old.  I told them that was fine and I'd
love it.  So I had about twenty-five of them.  Seven of them were girls and
the rest were guys.  I soon noticed one of the boys.  His name was Jason.
He was about 5'8" and looked to weight around 130 pounds.  He was a very
slim/skinny boy with the cutest face I have ever seen.  He had light blue
eyes and light brown hair.  I thought to myself ... "God, what a cute kid."

But there was something about him that just wasn't quite right.  He was
sitting at one of the tables all alone doing his homework. While the other
kids were sitting together studying some and goofing off even more.  I
walked over and sat next to Jason.

" Hey there Jason, my name is Michael.  Its nice to meet you."  He looked
over at me nodded then went back to his homework.

" Is everything OK, Jason?  I'm here to help you guys and if something is
wrong please let me know," I said.

He looked over at me and his face looked shocked.  What has no one else
ever been nice to this kid?  It looked as if he had just lost everything
and cared about nothing.  When I think back I thought... "Wait a minute.  I
know that face.  It was the same face I made when I lost my parents.  Poor
kid, I have got to know what happened."

With that I left him to his studies and went about talking with the other
kids and getting to know them.  As the day ended most of the kids got
picked up by their parents.  I noticed Jason was walking home alone and I
wondered about him, I knew there was something about Jason that he was
hiding.

Right then one of the other workers, a new friend, came towards me.

"Hey Mike, how was your first day?" he asked.

"It was good.  All the kids seem pretty friendly and easy to handle"

"Hey Brandon," I said.

"Yeah, what's up?"  I thought to myself then pointed towards Jason as he
was walking away from us.

"That kid, Jason, do you know anything about him?" I asked, He looked at me
and his face changed.

"Yeah, I do," he paused for a moment and then continued.

"Jason is ... well he's a lot like you, Mike," Brandon said in a rather
calm voice.

"What do you mean, a lot like me?" I asked, wondering what he meant.

"You know how you told me about what happened to you when you were
younger?"

"Yeah, about my parents?" I asked.

"Yes, well he lost both of his parents too." he paused again looked down
and then looked back up at me to see my face expression.

"But his parents death was caused by a drunk driver," Brandon said still
watching my expression.

"Wow!" I thought to myself, "No wonder this kid had that face when I tried
to get close to him.  He's going through what I once experienced.  He lost
everything.  God, everything I went through, now he has to deal with it...
I have to do something to help this kid.  I can't let him go through what I
had to alone, I just can't," Brandon noticed my sudden reaction and looked
worried.

"What's wrong Mike?" Brandon said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Aah, nothing.  I was just thinking about what you said and everything I
went through when I lost my parents.  I never thought I would or even could
survive without them."

"I know how Jason feels and well I have to help him," I said.

"Well good luck with that, a lot of people tried to help him but he just
seems to want to be alone," Brandon said in a calm voice.

"Well, I know what he is going through.  I did the same thing.  Maybe I can
get closer to him, help him," I thought.

"I can't let him go through this alone," Brandon just nodded at me and put
his left hand on my shoulder, as if to say I understand.

After that I went back into my room and started to clean up, then I noticed
Jason had left his bag behind in the classroom.  I then thought to
myself...

"Well maybe this is my chance to get closer to him.  I can take his bag to
him. Then maybe, just maybe, I can get him to let me in to his life.  Or
close enough to figure him out and help to get to know him and most
importantly to be there for him."

Later that day I got Jason's address from the school, letting them know he
left his bag and I would drop it off for him.

As I drove I looked at the street address and thought to myself, "Yup, this
is the place".

I pulled into a small house that didn't look to new, but it didn't look too
old either.  It was a nice, small place.  I hopped out of my car and
grabbed his bag, then I went to the front door.  Right before I knocked on
the door I heard a scream.  It sounded like Jason.  Right then I knocked on
the door but no one answered, so I went around to the back of the house.
When I reached the mid sized backyard, I saw a middle aged man.  He looked
to be in his 30s attacking Jason.  This man looked to be around 5'7" and
looked to weight around 190 pounds. He wasn't well built at all.  He was
overweight with a beer belly.  This man was bald and had brown eyes.  He
was only wearing some shorts.

"You stupid kid, when I tell you to do something you do it, you little
shit!  You understand?" the man said to Jason.  He then heard me and looked
up at me.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" this man said in a very
loud angry voice.

"My name is Michael. I am one of Jason's teachers and came here to drop off
his bag he left at the after-school," I said in an angry voice.

"Ah, so that's where you been?  You stupid little kid."  He went over and
kicked Jason on his side and threw him against the fence.

"I thought I told you not to go anywhere.  I guess I'll just have to beat
the shit out of you again until you learn," he screamed at Jason.

I can't believe this guy.  I am standing right here and he's trying to hurt
Jason... fuck that!

I dropped Jason's bag and right as the man was going to swing at Jason, I
ran over and punched him in the face.

"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but if you ever try to lay a
hand on Jason again I'll be the one that does the beating and the next time
it will be your face.  You got me?" I yelled to the guy, who had gotten
back up and went for me this time.  I looked over at Jason and he was
bleeding.

"This is between me and the kid, so get the fuck out of here," he yelled
back at me.

"Fine, I'll leave, but the kid is coming with me," I said to him.

"Over my dead body!" said the guy who was attacking Jason.

"Look buddy, I am taking him with me.  You try to follow us and I will call
the police and they will deal with you."

He looked at me and made a face like he was going to try something.

"Fine keep the little shit.  I don't care I don't need that little gay fag
anyways," he screamed.

Did he just say "Gay?"  Wow!  Maybe Jason and I have more in common then I
thought, "Is he really gay?"  I asked myself, "How would he feel if he knew
I was gay too?"

I grabbed Jason and told him to get his stuff and hurry.  He just nodded at
me and ran in the house.  I looked at the man and felt disgusted.

"He's bringing all of his things and is staying with me."

"If you try anything I'm warning you now, I have nothing to lose and I will
hunt you down, you piece of shit!  You have no right to be hurting him like
this," I paused looking him square in the eye.

"He is just a kid like me.  I care about him and that's more than you can
say."  He looked at me and then I realized he was fucking drunk off his
ass.  He then did something that shocked me.  He went back into some shack
like building and came back with a knife.

"Are you threatening me punk?" He said to me, while coming up towards me
fast.

He then ran up to me and tried to stab me with the knife. I moved to the
side and kicked him in the chest, then punched him so hard he flew back.  I
grabbed the knife and threw it far away.  I then saw Jason running to my
car with the bags he had in his hand.  We both jumped in, I stepped on the
gas, and sped right out of there as fast as I could.  I turned to look at
Jason and he was sitting there next to me shaking...


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is my first story and I am still kind of new at it but working on that. If
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