Chapter 141 - The Surprise Visit

Jack. 

"Hey, when are you coming home?'' I breathe into the phone, feeling so alone. I can already tell he is smiling. Trick likes it when I am clingy. I think he just likes knowing that I need him. I never even knew I would but along the line, he has become the most important person to me.

I haven't moved into his place, even though he has been pestering me to. It's not that I don't want to but I think it is too soon to take things to that level. I am still getting to know him and doing that will make the relationship more serious—not that I am saying it is not serious now. Just not in that space yet. I don't want to push things. I am the kind of guy that likes things to go slow. Once this is rushed—it is bound to be doomed. 

"There's a rush at work. In about an hour,'' he tells me. It's weird that I already miss him. We just started dating and he has become such an important part of me. Life without him doesn't even exist anymore. 

I thank the Lord for making me gay.

"Is Lance not home with you?"

I roll my eyes. Lance is going through a lot right now. It feels like our relationship is strained at the moment. I don't understand the things he is going through, I can't do anything to help him. I have tried to be there for him, tried to be his friend but it is not enough. Right now, he needs a miracle and he can't get that from me. 

"He went to see Ford.''

''Oh, isn't that a good thing?''

I nod forgetting that he is not here "Yeah, I hope they figure this shit out soon. It is taking a toll on the guy."

"It will all be alright.''

He can't be too sure but I will like to believe that too. John cannot keep them apart forever. He might have the control too now but later on, he will have to let go of his son. You can't control someone for the rest of their life. I hear a knock on the door which confuses me "Are you expecting someone?'' I ask him. 

I don't think Lance would be back anytime soon. This might be the only opportunity he will have to spend with Ford, he will probably drag it for as long as he can.

''Is there someone at the door?'' I nod as I walk out of his room. His room is the most comfortable place in the house. Especially when he is next to me in my arms. Fuck, I have become a sucker for him. 

"Yeah," I answer him as the knocking becomes louder and aggressive. Whoever it is must be angry.

"I'm coming,'' I shout through the door "I got to go,'' I tell him with a huffed breath. 

"Don't open it,'' he speaks so fast that I stop in confusion. 

"Why?''

He sighs through the phone "Check who it is first,'' his voice sounds tense. Why does he seem scared? 

"Is something wrong?'' I ask because his worry has suddenly become mine. 

"Just check through the peephole. Don't answer the door.'' 

I stop in front of the door but the knocking doesn't stop "They are still knocking,'' I whisper to him since he doesn't want me to answer it. 

"Check who it is…" the panic in his voice comes out more as it second passes. 

I look through the peephole and the person on the other side of the door doesn't even scream 'beware'. Her face peers through the hole. It seems like whatever she is here for is important. 

"Who is it?'' he asks nervously. 

I walk away from the door and to the couch "A woman, she doesn't seem dangerous," I pause "Should I let her in, see what she wants?'' 

"No,'' he shouts immediately.

From the tone of his voice, I can tell he is hiding something. The knocking on the door becomes persistent. Whatever she is here for must be important. 

"What is going on?'' 

He sighs "I can't explain this right now. Just stay inside till I get back.'' He begs me. 

"Okay. I'm worried, you have to talk to me about this when you get home.'' I urge him but I can tell he isn't even there anymore. I take a deep breath, not sure what else I can say. This whole thing is awkward enough already. "I got to get back to work,'' he tells me before ending the call. 

I drop the phone on the couch as the banging continues. 

"Patrick, I know you're in there. It is your mother, you can't do this to me,'' the woman outside shouts with so much desperation in her voice. I don't know why he doesn't want to see her but if she is really his mother, it makes me feel very guilty. I can hear her cries and there is nothing I can do. I know he has a rough thing going with his family but he hasn't told me the whole story, so I don't know enough to judge him. I haven't had any luck in the parent's area, so I can understand having shitty parents. His mother seems harmless to me. So I don't know what they have going on and it is not in my place to intervene. At least, until he tells me what is going on? 

After about thirty minutes, the knocking stops. I walk over to the door and she is no longer there. My heart calms down against my chest because for the past thirty minutes, I have been thinking the worst. I don't know what he is hiding from me but it must be terrible for him to be so scared. 

I have been on the couch for a couple of minutes, unsure of what the hell is going on. A knock comes from the door again, and my heart goes back to its original frenzy. She couldn't possibly be back…right?

I walk over to the door and into the peephole. 

Lance. 

Quickly opening the door, I pull him into that apartment. She might still be lurking around. He specifically told me not to open for her, so it will be bad if he comes home and sees the person he is avoiding. 

"What the fuck dude,'' Lance whines. 

I roll my eyes, letting go of him immediately "Sorry.''

He sighs and walks to the direction of the room Trick let him stay in. I frown "You're not even going to tell me what happened?'' I ask. 

He turns around, his hand clutching unto the strap of his bag tightly "I don't feel like talking about it." 

"Even to your best friend?'' 

He nods "Especially to my best friend.'' 

I groan out in frustration as he walks into the room, closing it quietly. I don't take the hint because that is usually how it is with Lance. You have to push and push him. If you don't, he wouldn't open up to you. "Talk to me before I bring it out of you.'' 

His shirt is off, and on the chair in front of a mirror. He rolls his eyes as he grabs another shirt from the corner, slowly, he puts it on. "It was fucking depressing,'' he echoes out the words. I feel his pain, even though I can't relate to it. 

"Are you going to get him out?'' 

He shrugs "We don't know how to. Elliot seems to think his grandfather is the only one that can help but the only person that has power over Ford is his father.''

"Did he seem okay when you saw him?''

"He seemed depressed. You know how he was when he wasn't talking to me?'' I nod. "He seemed like he is back in that funk.'' He adds. 

I don't know what to think. I don't have the words to make him feel better. 

"I found his diary. I have been reading it.'' 

I don't even know anyone that keeps a diary. That is the weirdest shit ever but I also know that this is a way for Lance to get into Ford's head. See and know his thoughts "Do you think reading it is a good idea?''

He nods "He told me to read it all. I am so scared.'' He reaches for his backpack and pulls out a brown book. It looks all official and shit. "He seems to think his dad killed his mother. I don't know how real it is but I believe him."

This shit just keeps getting worse. 

How is Lance supposed to handle all this? His mother is married to the psycho. He might not be in good terms with her but I know he wouldn't want anything to happen to her. Mrs M is like a mother to me. She always has my back and now I have to worry about her safety too.

This shit is insane.