Part 119: Jenny and Jack
Jenny sat by herself on the beach. She had just got done with her bath, and wanted to be left alone. Martin and Kristy were kind enough to respect her wishes, considering everything she had been through. The young strawberry blonde slowly stood up and began to walk down the beach. She gently placed her towel around her to cover her from the ocean breeze.
As she walked, she looked up ahead. There was that black man and his son, building a raft. It was getting nearly done, from the looks of it. Jenny had to hand it to the man, he certainly looked like he knew what he was doing. She walked up to the giant raft, seeing the black man tying two of the counter-weights together. He quickly noticed her and produced a smile. “Hello there.” He called.
“Hello,” Jenny said, “This is a nice raft.”
“Thank you. As long as it floats, it’ll be even nicer.”
The black man then stopped and secured his line. He walked over to the edge of the raft, then jumped down. He extended his hand to Jenny. “Micheal.” He said.
“Jenny,” she said, shaking his hand.
“Back there, is my son, Walt.” Micheal pointed.
“Hello, Walt.” She said, waving to him.
“Hello,” he waved back, not giving much effort to it.
“So, you . .uh . .you were on the other side of the island, is that right?” Micheal asked.
“Yeah, but not me. Not for long. I was actually trapped out in the ocean for 11 days.”
“Really?” Walt exclaimed.
“Yeah, Walt, I was stuck in the bathroom, when the plane went down, can you believe that? The moment I got free I floated to the surface and used a floating suitcase as a lift raft.”
“You must be pretty tough to survive for ten days out in the ocean.” The black man whispered.
“Actually, it was by God’s own Mercy, that a diet coke bottle floated near me. I managed to grab it and use it to stay hydrated till I got to the island. My friends there then brought me back to life.” Jenny said, lowering her head, “I owe them so much.”
“I’m sure you do,” Micheal said, then patting her on the arm, “Welcome to this side of the island then.”
“Thank you, Micheal,” she smiled, “I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Hey, Micheal! This was all the rope we had left in the cave-“
Jenny abruptly turned around, hearing Jack’s voice. The doctor looked at her dumbfounded, holding the rope over his shoulder. Micheal looked confused at the young girl’s reaction to his friend. Jenny tucked her towel over her shoulders, and grunted. “Good luck with the raft, Mike,” she growled, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll take a walk. All of a sudden, I feel sick.”
Jenny then started to walk away. Jack shoved the rope in Micheal’s hands and ran after her. The black man turned, to watch his friend running down the beach after the young teenager. He wondered what could have transpired to make them act like that. Walt looked at the two people, then back to his dad. “They know each other?” he said, confused.
“JENNY, WAIT!” Jack screamed as he ran toward her.
“Stay away from me, Jack” she growled, “If you know what is good for you.”
“Jenny, Please, we need to talk!”
“Talk about what?” Jenny turned to face him, “Talk about what, Jack? Like there would possibly be anything you could do to make up for what you’ve done!”
“Jenny, please, I am begging you for five minutes. I need to tell you why I was in Australia.”
“Like I really give a crap!” Jenny continued walking.
“Jenny, I was picking up my dad’s body!!” he screamed.
The young teenager paused. The words ran through her brain about what he had just said. The thought of the immortal that was Jack’s father being dead didn’t even seem real. His ego wouldn’t have allowed it. Jenny slowly turned; the wind kicking her hair up slightly. Jack stood facing her, panting for breath. “Christian’s dead?” she asked.
Jack shoot his head in agreement, “He drank himself to death. Down in Sydney. My mom . . .my mom was telling me to bring him home, and when I got there, he was dead.”
“Oh, my god,” the young girl whispered, “You thought . . .he was alive when you got there.”
“When I got there, he was just missing. Then a few days later, I found him in the morgue.”
“Then . . .you were bringing him home? Then the plane . . .oh, my god.”
“They didn’t put his body on the plane.” Jack said, crouching onto his knees.
“What do you mean, they wouldn’t put his body on the plane?”
“They got to me with Customs Bullcrap. I eventually found the casket but it was empty. Jenny . . .he is STILL in Sydney.”
Jenny lowered her head. She still had a major beef with Jack but to go to a foreign country, to find your father dead, try to bring him home and then find out customs lied to you? He deserved many things but he didn’t deserve that. “I’m . .uh . . .I’m sorry about Christian, Jack.” She stuttered.
“Thank you,” he sighed, “I am sorry about Sarah too.”
“For my sister . . .SORRY ain’t gonna cut it, Jack,” Jenny grunted.
“No. No, you are right, “ he said, standing up, “I could say I’m sorry a million times and it still wouldn’t make up for what I did.”
Jenny shook her head, tears slowly forming in her eyes. “Why did you do it, Jack?” she asked, “After all that you two went through . . .why did you divorce her?”
“Because . . .because Sarah deserved to be loved.”
The young teenager gulped, “You . .you didn’t love her?”
“I thought I did. When I married her . . .I had hoped that love would come later, but it never did. No, she didn’t have my love. She only had my devotion.”
“You couldn’t give her both?” Jenny said, tears finally streaming down her face.
“I thought I could. I was wrong. I should have . . .I never should have married her in the face place. But my dad was right . . .I have a hard time letting go.”
Jack looked at the young girl. She stared at him, with tears streaming down her soft cheeks. He wanted to hug her; embrace her and let her know that he was sorry for all the things had done. But he knew they hadn’t reached that point yet; maybe they never would. Jack assumed she still hated him but he was fairly certain that now, she at least understood him. The doctor slowly began to walk away. “Thank you for the five minutes.” He whispered.
Jenny closed her eyes, trying to brush away her tears as Jack left on the beach; being caressed by the ocean wind.
As she walked, she looked up ahead. There was that black man and his son, building a raft. It was getting nearly done, from the looks of it. Jenny had to hand it to the man, he certainly looked like he knew what he was doing. She walked up to the giant raft, seeing the black man tying two of the counter-weights together. He quickly noticed her and produced a smile. “Hello there.” He called.
“Hello,” Jenny said, “This is a nice raft.”
“Thank you. As long as it floats, it’ll be even nicer.”
The black man then stopped and secured his line. He walked over to the edge of the raft, then jumped down. He extended his hand to Jenny. “Micheal.” He said.
“Jenny,” she said, shaking his hand.
“Back there, is my son, Walt.” Micheal pointed.
“Hello, Walt.” She said, waving to him.
“Hello,” he waved back, not giving much effort to it.
“So, you . .uh . .you were on the other side of the island, is that right?” Micheal asked.
“Yeah, but not me. Not for long. I was actually trapped out in the ocean for 11 days.”
“Really?” Walt exclaimed.
“Yeah, Walt, I was stuck in the bathroom, when the plane went down, can you believe that? The moment I got free I floated to the surface and used a floating suitcase as a lift raft.”
“You must be pretty tough to survive for ten days out in the ocean.” The black man whispered.
“Actually, it was by God’s own Mercy, that a diet coke bottle floated near me. I managed to grab it and use it to stay hydrated till I got to the island. My friends there then brought me back to life.” Jenny said, lowering her head, “I owe them so much.”
“I’m sure you do,” Micheal said, then patting her on the arm, “Welcome to this side of the island then.”
“Thank you, Micheal,” she smiled, “I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Hey, Micheal! This was all the rope we had left in the cave-“
Jenny abruptly turned around, hearing Jack’s voice. The doctor looked at her dumbfounded, holding the rope over his shoulder. Micheal looked confused at the young girl’s reaction to his friend. Jenny tucked her towel over her shoulders, and grunted. “Good luck with the raft, Mike,” she growled, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll take a walk. All of a sudden, I feel sick.”
Jenny then started to walk away. Jack shoved the rope in Micheal’s hands and ran after her. The black man turned, to watch his friend running down the beach after the young teenager. He wondered what could have transpired to make them act like that. Walt looked at the two people, then back to his dad. “They know each other?” he said, confused.
“JENNY, WAIT!” Jack screamed as he ran toward her.
“Stay away from me, Jack” she growled, “If you know what is good for you.”
“Jenny, Please, we need to talk!”
“Talk about what?” Jenny turned to face him, “Talk about what, Jack? Like there would possibly be anything you could do to make up for what you’ve done!”
“Jenny, please, I am begging you for five minutes. I need to tell you why I was in Australia.”
“Like I really give a crap!” Jenny continued walking.
“Jenny, I was picking up my dad’s body!!” he screamed.
The young teenager paused. The words ran through her brain about what he had just said. The thought of the immortal that was Jack’s father being dead didn’t even seem real. His ego wouldn’t have allowed it. Jenny slowly turned; the wind kicking her hair up slightly. Jack stood facing her, panting for breath. “Christian’s dead?” she asked.
Jack shoot his head in agreement, “He drank himself to death. Down in Sydney. My mom . . .my mom was telling me to bring him home, and when I got there, he was dead.”
“Oh, my god,” the young girl whispered, “You thought . . .he was alive when you got there.”
“When I got there, he was just missing. Then a few days later, I found him in the morgue.”
“Then . . .you were bringing him home? Then the plane . . .oh, my god.”
“They didn’t put his body on the plane.” Jack said, crouching onto his knees.
“What do you mean, they wouldn’t put his body on the plane?”
“They got to me with Customs Bullcrap. I eventually found the casket but it was empty. Jenny . . .he is STILL in Sydney.”
Jenny lowered her head. She still had a major beef with Jack but to go to a foreign country, to find your father dead, try to bring him home and then find out customs lied to you? He deserved many things but he didn’t deserve that. “I’m . .uh . . .I’m sorry about Christian, Jack.” She stuttered.
“Thank you,” he sighed, “I am sorry about Sarah too.”
“For my sister . . .SORRY ain’t gonna cut it, Jack,” Jenny grunted.
“No. No, you are right, “ he said, standing up, “I could say I’m sorry a million times and it still wouldn’t make up for what I did.”
Jenny shook her head, tears slowly forming in her eyes. “Why did you do it, Jack?” she asked, “After all that you two went through . . .why did you divorce her?”
“Because . . .because Sarah deserved to be loved.”
The young teenager gulped, “You . .you didn’t love her?”
“I thought I did. When I married her . . .I had hoped that love would come later, but it never did. No, she didn’t have my love. She only had my devotion.”
“You couldn’t give her both?” Jenny said, tears finally streaming down her face.
“I thought I could. I was wrong. I should have . . .I never should have married her in the face place. But my dad was right . . .I have a hard time letting go.”
Jack looked at the young girl. She stared at him, with tears streaming down her soft cheeks. He wanted to hug her; embrace her and let her know that he was sorry for all the things had done. But he knew they hadn’t reached that point yet; maybe they never would. Jack assumed she still hated him but he was fairly certain that now, she at least understood him. The doctor slowly began to walk away. “Thank you for the five minutes.” He whispered.
Jenny closed her eyes, trying to brush away her tears as Jack left on the beach; being caressed by the ocean wind.
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