When Love's Gone Country

Chapter Eight



Meg confirmed their rendezvous point. “Two hours. It shouldn’t take any of us longer than that.”

“It’s not like we’re under FBI surveillance. We’ll be fine,” Courtney muttered as she and Brad made their way to their vehicle.

“She needs to feel in control of something,” Brad said.

“I’m like Jacob, I don’t want anyone being the boss of me.”

“As if anyone could.”

“I’m driving.”

“Fine with me.” He tossed her the keys.

“No argument?”

“I figured it was your turn. I drove first, now you, then I’ll drive again.”

“Very practical.”

Diego jumped into the back seat, immediately pushing half his body through the narrow opening between the front seats.

“Nuh uh. You’re staying in the back seat.”

The rebuff didn’t sit well. Diego managed to plant one paw firmly on Brad’s thigh.

“What did I just say? Back. Now.”

The canine hung his head, pleading with caramel eyes to sit up front.

“How can you resist?” Court asked.

“Do you have any idea how much he weighs and how big he is? There’s no way he’d fit up here.”

“He’d fit if you sat in back.”

Brad slowly turned his head until his eyes met Courtney’s. “Them’s fightin’ words.”

“Glad to see I can still get a rise out of you.”

“Two hours!” Meg yelled as Bobby put the convertible in reverse. “Call or text if something comes up.”

“I hope you’re not that anxious as a mother,” Alex said to Purity as he held the pick-up truck door open for her.

“I can only wish to be half the mother Meg is.”

“I didn’t mean she wasn’t a good mother.”

“I know what you meant. It’s more the planner in her than the mother. I have that in me, too.”

“That’s why you’re so good at your job as Events Coordinator.”

“Thank you.”

“Why can’t Diego ride with us?” Jeremy asked Bobby and Meg.

“There’s not enough room,” Bob said.

“We could make room.”

“Besides,” Meg said, “we want to talk with you about what happened.”

“We don’t have to talk about it anymore. I get it. I was wrong. You were right.” Jacob’s face twisted into a surly snarl.

“That’s not what we wanted to talk about. There seems to be some confusion about your living with Bob and me. We adopted both of you because we love you and made a commitment to share our lives together. We didn’t specify that it was only during the good times.

We knew things would get harder as you grew up. It’s natural after what you’ve been through. And we’re certainly not perfect parents. We make mistakes. We apologize. We try again.” Meg sighed. “The bottom line is that we love you. We don’t want to control you or own you. We want to help you become the people you were destined to become, whatever that might look like.”

“So, you’re saying I could be a thief and you’d be okay with that?” Jacob asked.

“We wouldn’t like it,” Bobby said.

“We’d try to get you to explore other options,” Meg added.

“But in the end, you’d still be our son.” Bob shrugged his shoulders. “I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s the truth.”

“What if I took off with Jacob? Would you be mad at me?” Jeremy said.

“Not mad,” Meg said. “I’d be worried, concerned that you might get into some kind of trouble that you can’t get out of by yourself. I’d wonder if you were cold or hungry. I’d miss your laugh and the way you jump and shout with excitement at the smallest things.”

“What would you think about Jacob?”

“He’s older. He knows more about living on the streets. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t worry. With Jacob I’d be concerned he’d start stealing or get involved with a bad crowd.

Every mother envisions a life for her kids. Oh, it’s all the usual stuff: having good friends, a job they like with growth potential and meeting someone and falling in love. Added to that, they want to be part of their life. To share dreams and hopes, secrets and laughter, and help a bit along the way when things can be uncertain and dark.”

“What if I don’t need your help?” Jacob asked.

Bobby’s eyes met Jacob’s in the rearview mirror. “Everybody needs help at one time or another. The hard thing is being humble enough to realize you need it.”

Jacob turned his head to the side, avoiding Bobby’s gaze. He didn’t need to hear any more of their spiel. He heard bits and pieces about family, commitment and being part of something larger than himself.

He’d heard it all before, when he was younger.

“You’re part of this family and ain’t nothin’ or no one gonna come ridin’ in here to take you away to some Disney castle. Now git down on all fours in front of your Daddy’s chair,” Amanda Reese had said.

Jacob complied.

Paul Reese leaned back in his chair, then dug his heels into Jacob’s back. “You make a good footstool there, son.” He crossed his legs at the ankles, increasing the pressure in one spot.

Jacob’s back buckled and he fell to the floor.

“Git up!” Amanda screeched. “You gotta pay your way ‘round here. You think we’re made of money? Labor is all you got to give us and we’re gonna take it out in trade.”

Jacob repositioned himself, steadying his hands and legs as best he could.

This time Paul stood up, placed one booted foot square in the middle of Jacob’s back and stepped down as if he were climbing a stair. The air in Jacob’s lungs flew from his body as flesh and bone were pressed deep into soiled carpet. His breath came in short pants, his lungs burning with pain.

“Jesus Christ, Paul, you tryin’ to kill the boy? He ain’t no good to us dead.”

Jacob watched as the room turned gray and then black with small stars that seemed to shoot out from every angle. He could hear words being said, but they didn’t make any sense. He knew he was on the floor, but he felt like he was falling. He wondered if he’d hit solid ground soon.

When he woke up, he was in the hospital with a dozen bruises, four broken ribs and a collapsed lung. The memory of what it meant to be part of a family rang in his ears.

Jeremy nudged Jacob. “Dad asked you a question.”

Jacob glanced at Jeremy, then at Bobby. “I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“He was trying to be nice,” Jeremy whispered.

Jacob put his hand inside his jacket pocket. He wanted to run. Not just from Meg and Bobby, but from himself. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the gun. A calmness began to soothe his adrenaline surge.

He had power, ultimate control. He could shoot Bobby in the back of the head right now. He’d lose control of the steering. The car would roll out of control. They’d all be dead. One shot, that’s all he’d need.

Jeremy knew Jacob was hiding something in his coat pocket. Whatever it was, he’d had it for several months. Whenever he touched it, Jacob’s eyes got this funny, glazed look that scared him. He didn’t know what he’d do if his brother left. He didn’t want to find out what life would be like without Jacob because it couldn’t be good.

“Promise me you won’t do nothin’ stupid,” Jeremy said in a low voice.

“I won’t.”

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

Jeremy had always trusted Jacob, until now. His brother was lying. His promises weren’t real. It was like everything solid in his life had turned to wax and it was all melting away. He wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t.

“Anyone have to go to the bathroom?” Meg asked when they had been on the road about an hour.

The boys shook their heads.

Meg felt hot tears slide from her eyes, hidden behind dark glasses. It was the continued sniffing that Bob noticed. He reached over and took her hand in his. Meg’s lower lip began to quiver. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

Why was all this happening now? They were finally into a rhythm of normalcy. The boys were doing well in school. She and Bob had their schedules synced up so one of them was home when the boys got home in the afternoon. Everything was going so well.

Meg thought back to therapy sessions they’d had, both individual and family. Jeremy was a chatterbox, always willing to tell details of events, even when they weren’t pretty. Getting Jacob to share was always harder. He would give the basics, but anything more had to be pried out of him with a crowbar.

How deep must it go? If the things he’d shared were only the tip of the iceberg, just what horrible memories did he live with every day? And, how do you survive something like that? How do you help someone survive something like that?

Meg grabbed her phone and began composing an e-mail to her counselor. The answers weren’t going to simply fall from the sky. This wasn’t just Jacob’s problem, it was a family issue and it would take all of them working together to find some kind of answers.

Meg glanced over her shoulder at Jacob. He was listening to his iPod, one hand in his pocket. He looked peaceful, almost serene. She wondered what he was thinking about.