Chapter 4 Four

Still looking out the window and watching how street lights all pass with a blurr due to the current speed of the cab, he sighed.

Wondering how his mom would take his reaction. He wondered how she was fairing. Honestly, he did not even mind what his father thought.

The only person he cared about, was his mom. Sigh*

"Son, look here, you have been sighing since we had that conversation. Anything bothering you? You can always tell me. It's not like I would tell anyone?" The cabby asked worryingly.

For a young lad to sigh that much, surely there was something very wrong with him.

"Thanks, but am alright." He stated and continued "how far are we to the next town?"

"Not far,,but,,, didn't you say you wanted to leave to another country?" He commented and gulped for fear of not offending the young lad.

He (Jayden) looked at him skeptically before replying. "Yes,but I want to go by road. If I go to the airport, I am sure my father would be waiting there for me to come."

"Hmmm, that is smart." The driver gushed and was impressed by this young lad's smartness. "But,,,you know what? Never mind"

He was still about to ask the same question that made the young lad snap. And recalling his (Jayden's) reaction earlier, he decided to let it drop and not let curiosity get the best of him.

He decided to face the road and just drive this man to his destination. Although, his sleep may be deprived of him. He was not doing this for charity.

Taking a glance at the cabby's face, he decided not to ask and just let it be. He already knew what he wanted to ask.

Very soon he was going to leave this country, never to return again. And thinking of it, makes him remember all that transpired between him and his dad that morning.

*****Flashback*****

After laughing his ass off and making his room, he decided to take his bath as fast as he could.

His mom was not going to come back here and still meet him looking all rough and smelly. He decided to go for a five minute bath. And to say, that was the shortest, five minutes bath you could ever imagine.

He looked at the mirror and saw his reflection. Soap later was sticking out at the back of his ears.

"Errr" he shrugged and wiped it off with his towel.

He walked into his walk in closet, and decided to settle for a pair of black, ripped jeans and a shirt with red and dark stripes and a hot red jacket. Hot.

He stared at himself in the mirror and smiled. He took out his phone and took a picture of himself.

' for the fans ' he thought and posted it on his Instagram page. Not less than a minute, comments and likes had already flooded in.

#morninglook #jaydencole 💛💙

He was still scrolling through his cell phone when a call came through. It was one of his friends,

Mark.

"Really? Hashtag morning look? That was the best you could come up with?" Mark spoke over the phone.

"What? It is morning, isn't it?" He asked tauntingly.

"Oh, shut up Jayden. You and I, both know that, that look is nowhere near your morning look. You look like shit when you just wake up. And you know it's true"

He rolled his eyes at his stupid friend's remark. He just wanted to post something,why does he have to be monitored.

"For your information, idiot. I do not look like shit. And that is my morning face, it ain't my fault, you ain't cute?"

"Yeah, right. Cute, but not handsome as me." Mark bragged over the phone, clearly pleased with himself.

"When I said cute, I meant that I was also handsome and hot. You on the other hand, have to use cosmetics and the fact that you are a guy bothers me."

Gasps "did you just, imply that I am ugly? Jayden, how could you?"

"I am not implying anything, moron. It is the truth. And like they say, the truth hurts, so take it that way."

"You bastard, how dare you? Do you know how many girls are dying just at the sight of my face?"

"If by dying, you mean dying from how ugly you look, then sure. No problem, I believe that"

" You egonistic bastard. How dare you say that to me? I swear when I get you. You are going to regret ever saying those words to me"

"Oh please, is this why you called me this morning? Huh, Marky?"

"What did you just call me Jayden?" The person at the other end was pissed at the use of that sick nickname.

"What?" He asked frieghning innocence "I called you Marky. Is anything the matter?"

"Why you sick, egonistic son of a ,,,,,when I get my hands on you. Oh,,you are going to get it real hard"

"Oh, Marky, please, spare me the drama. You can't do a shit to me, and you know that. So please stop bitting more than you can actually chew. Yeah?"

"You just keep tooting your own horns,aye? Don't worry, we'll see who laughs last."

"Yeah, yeah. Get off my phone Marky"

"Hey, I am not done with you. And don't you dare hang up on me. Or..."

"Bye, Marky. Please call me when you have something else to say to me."

Without even letting the other person finish his sentence, or even let the him leave a comeback. He ended the call.

"Stupid bastard. That was the only thing he called to ask me,tch, he should be grateful that we were close" he muttered silently to himself.

Still staring at the phone in his hand and still muttering some curses to his friend. He actually forgot the reason he his friend called in the first place.

A knock snapped him out of his thoughts and back to reality.

"Shit, that idiot made me forget. Mom's so gonna kill me. Again"

Dashing towards the door and silently unbolting the door he had earlier locked because of his mom, and opening the door, a maid stood there, with hand folding and about to knock on the door again.

Not expecting that he would open the door so early, her hand almost collided with his chest. With a red face and red ears,and blushing hard.

The maid lowered her head and stared at her feet, still blushing. She had almost touched his chest. Even if it was an accident. It was still something to brag about.

He didn't even wait for her to say anything. He already knows what was going on in her mind. He rolled his eyes, typical.

The maid made way for him to pass, and without sparing her anymore looks, he ran down the massive stairs.

Coming to a bend, he made way to the massive hall they called a dinner room.

A huge chandelier was hung above the room and giving it a fancy look.

Seated there was his father wearing a frown, as usual,while reading a newspaper about business. And his mom, standing also holding her mobile phone. She had a frown on her face.

Tying to silently sneak in and take his seat without anybody noticing, he tiptoed into the room.

"What do you think you are doing? And why are you just coming downstairs now? I gave you only five minutes Jayden. Does this look like five minutes to you?"

Uh oh.. busted. Taking a glance at his mother's face. A scowl was present on them.

She .did. not. look. happy. at. all. And this was all Mark's fault. Why does he have to suffer for the wrong things.

Guess Mark's spirit had caught up to him then. Screw you Mark.

Scratching the back of his neck and stopping dead in his tracks. He looked down at his feet.

"I asked you a question Jayden and you know I don't like repeating myself." She warned

"It was mark ok. He called and I kinda forgot while talking to him."

"And why did Mark call? Does it have something to do with this?" She asked while flashing her phone at his face.

Caught red handed, he blushed. Embarrassed, he could not even talk. He had been caught twice by his mom. Not a good sign, if heavens don't save him, nothing will.

"So that was what took you so long?" She dropped her phone on the table and stared at him.

Miracle. He needed a miracle. How would he get out of this one alive? Only a miracle.