Post by Jakob Harkey on May 16, 2006 0:06:06 GMT
"So..." Jakob's voice was soft yet it seemed to echo around the room with great intensity. Maybe that was because that was the only thing that could be focused on in the office. The real reason remained clearly in the fact that the room was completely silent except for a few outside noises that occasionally broke through the barricade of the walls.
"So," repeated Tyson as his eyes roamed the walls of the small office with dislike. In his mind, the words day three were repeating in his head as if it was a reminder of his time with Jakob. Tyson wished it could be more like a countdown; the days would then quickly raise up until he could finally leave this miserable place. That wasn't happening though, and Tyson was going to have to face facts. He was stuck here for good. Tyson still remained faithful to his hope and would never give up on his mother taking him back home. At least not for a while.
Jakob heaved out a long sigh as he took a seat on his chair. He was completely lost and couldn't accept the fact that he knew nothing about the child standing in front of him. He still hadn't taken in the fact that this kid was his. Jakob saw Tyson as Leah's kid at the moment, not his. This thought wasn't much better though, since then the thought of Leah would come back and haunt him. He wasn't worried about her, yet he couldn't understand why she had just sent Tyson over here. Jakob had of course immediately called upon Leah's family, but they didn't know a thing of where she had gone either. It was deemed a lost cause. "Do you want something to eat?" tried Jakob, giving another attempt at breaking the miserable silence.
"I've seen the stuff you call food," answered Tyson as he wrinkled up his nose in disgust. "No," he added to his response in case Jakob was too stupid to realize what he'd meant. He hopped up onto the table and started swinging his feet while humming in boredom. It was still early morning, yet Tyson was already working on plans to make Jakob's day horrible.
"Okay," answered Jakob weakly, not at all pleased by the way Tyson was talking to him. He kept having to tell himself that the coldness he was receiving from Tyson was quite reasonable. Jakob would've returned that coldness quite easily, yet something inside him was stopping it. However it certainly wasn't love or like of the child; Jakob was far from those feelings.
"So," repeated Tyson as his eyes roamed the walls of the small office with dislike. In his mind, the words day three were repeating in his head as if it was a reminder of his time with Jakob. Tyson wished it could be more like a countdown; the days would then quickly raise up until he could finally leave this miserable place. That wasn't happening though, and Tyson was going to have to face facts. He was stuck here for good. Tyson still remained faithful to his hope and would never give up on his mother taking him back home. At least not for a while.
Jakob heaved out a long sigh as he took a seat on his chair. He was completely lost and couldn't accept the fact that he knew nothing about the child standing in front of him. He still hadn't taken in the fact that this kid was his. Jakob saw Tyson as Leah's kid at the moment, not his. This thought wasn't much better though, since then the thought of Leah would come back and haunt him. He wasn't worried about her, yet he couldn't understand why she had just sent Tyson over here. Jakob had of course immediately called upon Leah's family, but they didn't know a thing of where she had gone either. It was deemed a lost cause. "Do you want something to eat?" tried Jakob, giving another attempt at breaking the miserable silence.
"I've seen the stuff you call food," answered Tyson as he wrinkled up his nose in disgust. "No," he added to his response in case Jakob was too stupid to realize what he'd meant. He hopped up onto the table and started swinging his feet while humming in boredom. It was still early morning, yet Tyson was already working on plans to make Jakob's day horrible.
"Okay," answered Jakob weakly, not at all pleased by the way Tyson was talking to him. He kept having to tell himself that the coldness he was receiving from Tyson was quite reasonable. Jakob would've returned that coldness quite easily, yet something inside him was stopping it. However it certainly wasn't love or like of the child; Jakob was far from those feelings.
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