“Christy I don’t want you to ever talk to that boy or his father again!” Crystal Angela turned around and pointed her finger towards Christy as she admonished her.
“You… getting married at 13! They’re crazy! That man is crazy, his son is crazy. Stay completely away from them, do you hear me?” She said to Christy.
Christy was still seated on the couch with her feet up and her head rested on her kneecaps as she held her knees together with both her hands. She only heard the noises that her mother was making, but she was not listening to her at all. Her eyes were fixed on the door, she was looking, she was waiting, for her husband to come back. She knew that Jason was a man of his word, he told her that he would come back and she knew he would. He would never lie to her.
“You haven’t even gone anywhere yet, you’re still a little girl, how does he expect you to get married at such a small age!” She continued to say.
Christy’s eyes were fixed on the door. She heard the sounds that her mother was making but she wasn’t paying attention. She began rubbing the ring that was around her finger. As she twisted it with her other fingers, it felt right. Jason felt right. Everything about him felt right. His lips felt right, his touch felt right. She then placed her hand on her stomach… it felt right also. Then her eyes turned red and tears began streaming down her cheeks.
“I love him.” She said while sobbing.
“What?” Crystal Angela asked.
Christy turned her head and looked towards her mother as more tears trickled down her cheeks.
“I love him.” She quietly said again.
Crystal Angela looked at her daughter as tears fell down her cheek, anger and many emotions shrouded her heart. She had worked so hard on Christy to never allow this kind of thing to happen, to never allow her to be attached to anyone else except for her. That is why she moved down here to Philadelphia all the way from Eerie, that is why she got the court to issue a restraining order against her father, that is why he said those things to Charles two years ago. Crystal Angela knew that Christy really liked Charles, she would not go through all that trouble to buy that pink dress and fix up her hair and put makeup on her face if she didn’t like him. Everything she was doing was for the sole purpose of making sure that Christy does not love anybody else except for her. All her daughters. They all left her and moved away to live with their husbands and start families. They all left, except for Christy. She was the youngest, and she was the most dear to her. The only reason why is because she knew that Christy was still so young, and it’s easy for her to be susceptible to just about anything. So she used that to her advantage. She fed her lies and told Christy that none of her sisters love her, and even her father don’t love her. And the only one who truly cares about her is her. All those years that she spent feeding her lies and manipulating her brain was only because she didn’t want somebody to come into her life and take Christy away from her. Now, some boy that she doesn’t even know wants to just come into her life and marry her!
“I love him!” Christy said with quivering voice. Now her face was covered with tears.
“I’m his wife, he’s my husband, I love him!” She said louder this time. Christy then dropped her legs to the floor. She got up from the couch and walked to the closet in the living room to throw her small grey hoodie on, then she slipped on her slippers and walked past Crystal Angela and out the front door. She had to find Jason. If they were not going to be together over here, then they could just run away elsewhere. Somewhere far, somewhere alone, that’s all she wanted, just her, Jason, and their son. Somewhere remote, somewhere where they could be together and be husband and wife in peace, wherever that place may be, that’s where she had to go with Jason. But first she had to find him and tell him.
As soon as she reached the corner on the left hand side of her block, she pulled out her iPhone from her jeans pocket and dialed Jason’s number. The phone rang once and it immediately went to voicemail. She tried to dial his number again, and it went to voicemail. Then she tried two more times and again the same thing happened. She didn’t know what to do. There was no other way for him to be contacted. She didn’t know his address, his mom’s number’s, his dad’s num…
Then a thought quickly appeared in her head. His father, Mr. Mohammed, that’s who she had to get a hold of. But how? She began thinking. Perhaps a mutual friend between Jason and her could probably help her out. She scrolled down her call log and found Roxanne’s name, then she dialed it. The phone rang once and she picked up.
“I was just about to come over, what you doing?” She quickly asked.
Christy ignored her question. “Text me Hairy Jerry’s number, do you have it?” She said.
“Uh yeah I should, but why do you wanna call him for I thought…”
“Text it to me now!” Christy quickly said then she hung up.
A couple seconds later Christy received a text from Roxanne with Jerry’s number. Christy hurriedly replied to the text, thanks, don’t come over, I’m not home. The text read, then she copied the number to her phone’s dial pad and it began to ring.
Jerry’s sleepy voice came on, he had just woken up. A couple hours earlier he had just finished downing a few bottles with Joe and smoking a couple blunts.
“He-hello..” He said as he turned over on his bed and began to get up, so as not to wake up Cecilia.
“Hey this is Christy, do you have Jason’s dad number, I need to get a hold of him it’s an emergency.” She said.
Jerry then rushed out of the room and into the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” He quickly said.
“Do you have his father’s number?” Christy asked again, ignoring his question.
“Yeah, I’ll text it to you right now, but what’s…” ‘
Christy then hung up before he could finish saying what she knew that he was going to say. She didn’t have time to explain. She just had to find a way to get a hold of Jason, who knows what could happen or go wrong.
A couple seconds later Christy’s phone lit up and she received a text from Jerry with Jason’s father’s number. There was some other written text in the message, but Christy didn’t read it. She quickly selected the number and called it.
The phone rang once… no answer. Twice… no answer. On the third ring he picked up.
“Hello?” His deep voice came on the other end.
His voice was groggy, and it crackled. It sounded as if he was in tears.
“Mr. Mohammed, this is Christy, I really need to get in contact with Jason, do you know where he is at?” She asked him.
There was a long pause. After a while, Christy was about to open her mouth again to ask. Then he finally spoke.
“Yes, I am at the train tracks near the school. Jason just went down. I do not know why, but I am here in the car waiting for him to come back up.” He said.
Christy’s heart sank, she knew that the train tracks was where bad things tended to happen, why did he go down there? More bad thoughts began to fill her head.
“I’m coming there now.” She said.
Christy was familiar with the location in which he was talking about. The train tracks was right near her school. Only a few blocks away, some of the kids from her school would take it and use it as a shortcut to go home. Since it intersected through the main street many people used it as a shortcut to and from school, because of its’ convenience. It was about a 30 minute walk from her current location. She only had on her slippers. It was possible for her to walk, but it would be a very arduous journey, it would be very tiring and she didn’t wanna take it. It would only be about a ten minute drive. But who was she going to ask for a ride. All of her friends were 13 or 14, and they wasn’t old enough to drive. Who could she possibly ask? She started thinking that maybe she could ask her mom, she would be willing to do it Christy sarcastically thought to herself. She wanted to smile and smirk, but then she remembered her condition. She remembered Jason’s touch, his voice, the way he commanded her. She then lightly wrapped her arms around her stomach, Jason was never going to be able to see his son. She held it from him and withheld the information from him because she didn’t want him to think differently of her, she didn’t want for him to look down on her. She knew that Jason knew plenty of girls in the school who got pregnant and they ended up dropping out of school and throwing their life away, and she didn’t want him to think that of her. She wanted to be different, different from those other girls, different from… ROXANNE!
She immediately came up with an idea. Immediately she lifted her phone up again and dialed Rosanne’s number. The phone rang once and she picked up.
“Give the phone to Bree, I gotta talk to her.” Christy said to Roxanne as soon as she came on the phone.
Bree was Roxanne’s older sister, she lives very close to Christy, in the same town. And more importantly, she had her license and a car, she could drive, which means that she could give her a ride to the train tracks. Though she didn’t really have the best relationship with her, she knew that she was very understanding. Roxanne was always talking about how her sister Bree would take her to different malls, give her money, and give her relationship advice. Maybe her relationship advices weren’t the best, because Roxanne had gotten pregnant a total of five times, and she had four abortions already, and she was only 14.
“Wassup Christy?” Bree’s soft low voice came on the other line.
“Bree it’s an emergency, I need to go to the train tracks near the school. I need to be there soon and I do not want to walk all the way over there, I only got my slippers on. Could you please give me a ride?” Christy asked.
There was a short pause. “Tell me where you at, I’m coming for you right now.” She said.
Christy wanted to scream and tell Bree how much she’s being a huge help, but she didn’t have time, she had to get to Jason. She had to tell him, before it’s too late. Christy told her the name of the street that she was at. In five minutes Bree arrived in her blue Mercedes Altima. Christy got in and they drove away. Bree could tell by the look that Christy had on her face that something was wrong. She decided not to ask about it and she remained quiet for the entire ride.
As soon she pulled up to the train tracks. Christy got out, told Bree thank you and she saw Mr. Mohammed’s all black Toyota Corolla parked on the other side of the railway . She quickly ran to it. She saw Mohammed seated in there with his hands on the wheels and many tears were streaming down his face. Christy opened the door and came inside the car and sat down on the passenger seat. She then closed the door gently and faced him.
“Mr. Mohammed what’s wrong, did he come up yet?” She asked him.
He then turned his head to face her. Then he quickly wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hands.
“No, he has not come up yet, nothing is wrong, what about you? How is your condition?” He asked her.
Christy ignored her question. She then placed his hands on top of his and looked at him deeply in the eyes.
“Mr. Mohammed, I love Jason. Please.” She said.
She then grabbed a hold of his hands and slowly placed it on her stomach. Immediately he knew. He tried to hold back the tears from falling. But he was not able. They fell freely, and they were plentiful.
“What’s wrong Mr. Mohammed?” She asked him.
He could not answer her. It was a feeling that he had in his stomach and he couldn’t explain it. Christy stared at him in the eyes for about two minutes and he was silent.
“I’m going down, I need to see him.” She said as she opened the door and stepped out of the car.
Mohammed tried to stop her from stepping out, but for some reason he was not able to move. He could only stare at her as she climbed down the steps and started to descend.
As soon as Christy got to the last pair of the stairs she could see the train. It was halted in the middle of the train tracks and not moving, all the passengers were outside. And there were a few police cars with officers, talking to some passengers and the conductor of the train. His face was white and the officer had a notepad out and was jotting down what the conductor was telling him.
Christy immediately began running down and began to approach the scene. As she approached closer she was able to hear what the train conductor was saying.
“I DIDN’T SEE ANYBODY!” He repeatedly kept saying.
Christy tried to run to the conductor and asked what happened, but then a few officers grabbed her by the shoulders and stopped her. She then fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands and the tears began falling.
One of the officers placed his hand on his shoulder and started to squeeze and rub it.
“Ma’m we don’t even know what happened yet, we were not able to find any body or remains. The conductor only said that he felt the train hit something and he heard a loud scream, when he stopped the train and came out to check it out he was not able to find anything.” Said the officer.
Christy then saw Mohammed running towards the conductor and the officer that was questioning him. A couple officers grabbed his arm and stopped him from moving forward.
“HE’S MY SON! HE’S MY SON! THAT’S MY SON!” Mohammed began to say, then he fell on his knees and started weeping.
He began sobbing more than Christy was. A couple of the officers placed their hands on his shoulder and tried to console him. He was still on his knees and continued to weep.
A couple seconds later a few raindrops began to fall from the cloudless sky. Mohammed then got up from his knees and started to look around as the rain continued to fall harder and faster. He spun his head a couple times then he finally found what he was looking for. On the other side of the railway was a brown bench. Abdul was seated on it starring blankly at the scene with a no expression on his face. Mohammed then walked up to Abdul and grabbed his hands and wrapped his hands around him and embraced him.
“Please help me, please help me, my son, they cannot find Jason.” He said as he held on to his shoulder.
“Please!” He added.
Abdul stared at him as his eyes turned red and tears began to well up in them.
“Allah can do anything.” He said.
Then he walked around the railway track towards Christy.
“Jason is your husband?” He asked her.
Christy nodded her head fast up and down as more tears trickled down her cheek. She did not say anything. Abdul then looked at her in the eyes. He then turned around to face Mohammed.
“Jason is your son?” He asked him.
“Yes, he’s my son, I cannot find him!” He said as more tears fell down his cheek.
Abdul looked at him, then he held his hands and placed it against Christy’s stomach.
“Your son is right here.” He said, as he rubbed his hands against Christy’s stomach,