lighting would strike her in the head. Reluctantly, she went with the officer, without resistance. The two got into the officer’s discreet undercover car.
“You will have to arrange for your things to be picked up and sent back to you,” the officer explained as he came up to a red light. “I’ll give you a list of movers who can do…”
Bam!
Before the undercover officer could finish his sentence, a speeding 1969 Mustang Mach 1 struck the car from behind. The undercover cop’s car slid across the whole intersection—six lanes. It finally stopped as it was struck by another car travelling in the other direction. The officer slammed the back of his head against his car seat, and the front of his head against the steering wheel when the air bag failed to launch.
Jalene hit her nose against the dashboard, but was otherwise okay—aside from some painful whiplash.
The officer was knocked unconscious, bleeding badly from the top of his head. Jalene was quick to act—She opened up her door and stumbled out of the car. There were half a dozen other cop cars behind her, as well as the ’69 Mustang. Smoke billowed out of the muscle car, with a large dent in its front bumper, and a bent hood.
The cops seemed much more interested in the Mustang than they did in Jalene—so she started to run. She didn’t stop running until she was in the centre of town, where she hid inside of the town’s historic clock tower.
She spent a week inside of that cold clock tower, only leaving briefly to buy small bags of chips and bandages from a nearby drug store.
Divine intervention.
That’s what she called it. “The Lord wants me to have my children,” she told herself. In her mind, there was no other logical explanation for the accident.
On the day of Tanner’s thirteenth birthday, she watched the Clarkson house for hours, waiting for the boys to leave. Once they did, she followed them and waited for the perfect chance to make her move.
“Jacob? Tanner?” she said, tapping the two boys on the back, a few houses down from the Clarkson’s house.
Jacob and Tanner spun around swiftly.
“Who the hell are you?” Jacob asked.
“I’m here to take you away—to bring you back home,” she said. Her dirty old clothes were still covered in the blood from her broken nose. She looked like an insane person.
Tanner and Jacob laughed, realizing that it was the “crazy crying lady” from the store.
“Screw off lady,” Tanner said.
“Please—You need to come home now. Come home with mommy.”
Tanner and Jacob laughed again.
“She’s freaking insane,” Tanner said to his brother.
“Tanner—don’t be a dick,” Jacob said.
“What? It’s true.”
“Boys—Please. We need to hurry,” Jalene said. “I’ll explain it all later.”
“What are you talking about, lady?” Jacob asked.
“I’m your mother—your real mother.”
“Our mother?”
“I can prove it,” she said, reaching into her pocket. With her, she had photos of her and Russell, with the brothers when they were just babies. Then, she pulled out her driver’s licence, which read “Jalene White”.
“Is she lying?” Tanner asked Jacob. “She’s lying, right?”
“W—Where did you get this?” Jacob asked.
“I told you—I’m your mother. Really—I am.”
“Jacob—Tell her she’s insane. Please tell her that she’s insane. Why aren’t you telling her?” Tanner was becoming frantic and nervous.
“It’s okay, Tanner. It’s going to be fine. You’ll be happy.”
“Jacob?” Tanner said.
Jacob was completely silent—in too much shock to reply.
“Jacob—Tell her she’s insane,” Tanner said. Tears were forming in Tanner’s eyes.
“You just left us—You just left…” Jacob said.
“I didn’t have a choice. They made me leave. They wouldn’t let me take you with me.”
“Why?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Why?” Jacob yelled, quickly becoming angrier.
Jacob pushed his mother aggressively.
“Hey!”
“You will have to arrange for your things to be picked up and sent back to you,” the officer explained as he came up to a red light. “I’ll give you a list of movers who can do…”
Bam!
Before the undercover officer could finish his sentence, a speeding 1969 Mustang Mach 1 struck the car from behind. The undercover cop’s car slid across the whole intersection—six lanes. It finally stopped as it was struck by another car travelling in the other direction. The officer slammed the back of his head against his car seat, and the front of his head against the steering wheel when the air bag failed to launch.
Jalene hit her nose against the dashboard, but was otherwise okay—aside from some painful whiplash.
The officer was knocked unconscious, bleeding badly from the top of his head. Jalene was quick to act—She opened up her door and stumbled out of the car. There were half a dozen other cop cars behind her, as well as the ’69 Mustang. Smoke billowed out of the muscle car, with a large dent in its front bumper, and a bent hood.
The cops seemed much more interested in the Mustang than they did in Jalene—so she started to run. She didn’t stop running until she was in the centre of town, where she hid inside of the town’s historic clock tower.
She spent a week inside of that cold clock tower, only leaving briefly to buy small bags of chips and bandages from a nearby drug store.
Divine intervention.
That’s what she called it. “The Lord wants me to have my children,” she told herself. In her mind, there was no other logical explanation for the accident.
On the day of Tanner’s thirteenth birthday, she watched the Clarkson house for hours, waiting for the boys to leave. Once they did, she followed them and waited for the perfect chance to make her move.
“Jacob? Tanner?” she said, tapping the two boys on the back, a few houses down from the Clarkson’s house.
Jacob and Tanner spun around swiftly.
“Who the hell are you?” Jacob asked.
“I’m here to take you away—to bring you back home,” she said. Her dirty old clothes were still covered in the blood from her broken nose. She looked like an insane person.
Tanner and Jacob laughed, realizing that it was the “crazy crying lady” from the store.
“Screw off lady,” Tanner said.
“Please—You need to come home now. Come home with mommy.”
Tanner and Jacob laughed again.
“She’s freaking insane,” Tanner said to his brother.
“Tanner—don’t be a dick,” Jacob said.
“What? It’s true.”
“Boys—Please. We need to hurry,” Jalene said. “I’ll explain it all later.”
“What are you talking about, lady?” Jacob asked.
“I’m your mother—your real mother.”
“Our mother?”
“I can prove it,” she said, reaching into her pocket. With her, she had photos of her and Russell, with the brothers when they were just babies. Then, she pulled out her driver’s licence, which read “Jalene White”.
“Is she lying?” Tanner asked Jacob. “She’s lying, right?”
“W—Where did you get this?” Jacob asked.
“I told you—I’m your mother. Really—I am.”
“Jacob—Tell her she’s insane. Please tell her that she’s insane. Why aren’t you telling her?” Tanner was becoming frantic and nervous.
“It’s okay, Tanner. It’s going to be fine. You’ll be happy.”
“Jacob?” Tanner said.
Jacob was completely silent—in too much shock to reply.
“Jacob—Tell her she’s insane,” Tanner said. Tears were forming in Tanner’s eyes.
“You just left us—You just left…” Jacob said.
“I didn’t have a choice. They made me leave. They wouldn’t let me take you with me.”
“Why?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Why?” Jacob yelled, quickly becoming angrier.
Jacob pushed his mother aggressively.
“Hey!”
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