[Tammy Dreuer,
Jacob's
(8) mother, is 38 years old, unemployed and lonely. Wanted a divorce 3 years ago due to Mark's business trips that could last up a couple months at a time. A fact she never brought up with her husband.
Marcus “Mark” Dreuer, is 39 and Jacob's father. With a PHD in engineering his work mostly consist of setting up hardware, database systems and developing advanced architecture designs for national and international companies.
Mark married Tammy after high school. To him life is seemingly good. Behind his back Tammy has cheated on him with Robert “Pain” Hammer. Robert is a war veteran dishonorably discharged from Afghanistan two years ago. He was involved with spec ops missions and classified work in Iraq and Afghanistan. The past year he has routinely visited, and stayed, at their house while Mark has been gone for work. She couldn’t pass up her high school crush despite his reckless reputation and rumours of assault charges on his younger brother. To Tammy, all of that was hearsay, teenage gossip and childish rumours.]
Tick… Tock…
Like clockwork Tammy cheated on her spouse.
Too scared of leaving, she
needed their house.
Lil’ Jacob kept secrets when beated by this jerk,
"sucks daddy ain’t around while traveling for work."
Tick…
“Don’t tell your dad, you don’t want to see him crying and hurt. Do you, Jacob? And who knows, something might happen to him, you or your mom... If you do ;)”
Tock…
Mark ain’t stupid, or lucid when bruises confuse him,
his son is his life; any MAN’s light, rhythm and music.
Despite business as usual he was sort of a handyman,
yet a master in tech all he needed was a nannycam.
Kept it hush from his wife and set it up as a gift in his room,
and could connect to this device even if he was at the moon.
Tick…
“Bye, hun! I’ll be back in 3 weeks!”, says Mark,
and gave her a kiss void of any hints of a spark.
Tock…
2 days later on a Friday only 3 hours away,
Mark turned on his computer, pressed enter & play.
The files on the cloud saved through the eye of a toy
made him fiend for revenge for himself and his boy.
Not only did they fuck on his bed while going to school,
but laughed on display and played Mark off as a tool.
Yet,
that wasn’t the worst he saw in that room,
when night came around… Mark couldn’t watch through.
If he did he'd see the recording had stopped,
instead he gathered his stuff and reloaded his glock.
He tried calling his wife and left several voicemails,
contacting police? Not before he got through that doorway!
He had given his son a phone to hide: “Please! Call me in need!”,
but Jacob was afraid, and thought: “He could use it to me”.
And that’s exactly what happened, Mark called in urgency,
whispered their plan in terms of an emergency.
Tick…
Jacob crawled from under his bed,
got his stuff and snuck out through the window.
Got on the roof of the shed,
then to the direction the wind blow.
Picked up a stick, then walked next to the street
along with his bag, teddy, gums and some sweets.
The atmosphere in him greets an eerie and damp ghost
on the spot next to some leaves, under the lamp post.
The engine roars in the distance, tires are screeching.
His striped tee and shorts vibrates to the heart that is beating.
Yet hope is steadily building cus his father is home!
He’ll make the pain go away and Jacob won’t be alone.
As Mark opens the car door and Jacob gets in,
he grabs the teddy to secure the evidence that’s within.
Mark gives his son a hug and a snack,
when he pull down its zipper he finds a note:
“Pain is a bomb defuser in Iraq,
and I never looked back!”
Tock…
* … BoOOOMmm … *