Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: A Simple Call
Author: veiledndarkness
Summary: Jack makes a phone call. Not as simple as it seems.
Movie: Four Brothers.
Warning: Not mine, I just play with these guys.
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zoeingreece. After I read your response to my comment, I wanted to write something fluffy.
*cough*
I kind of failed. It's way more angst-y than I intended. Sorry. But, it is for you. And I wish I could send you a virtual hug. I'll try writing something fluffier later.
Jack stared at the payphone on the brick wall beside the pharmacy. He kicked at the ground as the sudden urge to call home struck him. Jack eyed the phone warily. He had a bad feeling that calling would only make him more homesick if that was possible.
Sighing loudly, Jack walked over to the phone and picked up the receiver as though it was a poisonous snake about to strike. He scrounged in his pocket for a quarter, fumbling through the loose change in his jeans. He dropped it in, dialed and prayed that someone, anyone was home, that he wouldn’t lose his courage before someone picked up.
The phone rang once, twice, before Jack heard the telltale click as the payphone connected to the home phone. He held his breath as the voice came over the line.
“Hello?” Evelyn’s soft voice floated through the phone. Just hearing her voice made his eyes prickle with hot tears.
“Uh hey Mom,” Jack said quietly, resting his head against the side of the phone booth.
“Jackie! Sweetheart, how are you? Oh I miss you so much already,” she said, her voice brightening.
“Ma, it’s only been a month,” Jack protested feebly. ‘Oh who am I kidding?’ he chided himself.
“So? Jackie, I miss all my boys when they aren’t home. Especially you, my youngest,” she said, her voice firm and loving.
Jack swallowed over the lump in his throat. “I’m not a baby anymore Mom.”
“You’ll always be my baby sweetheart, scoff all you like,” she said, a laugh clear in her voice.
Jack rolled his eyes. “Uh huh, Mom. So how’ve you been?” he asked wincing at the sad sound of his voice.
“We’ve all been just fine, dear. I’m more worried about you. Have you been eating enough Jackie?” she asked, worry lacing her voice now.
Jack smiled. “Sure Ma, every day.”
‘Ok, so a partial lie,’ he reminded himself. On cue, his stomach rumbled threateningly.
“Well you know I worry. I really wish that you’d consider coming back home,” Evelyn said wistfully.
Jack sighed as he watched the cars go by. “You know why I had to go Mom. I’m not gonna make it anywhere in life, music or otherwise if I never leave home.”
“I know, Sweetheart, I know. But there’s a big part of me that doesn’t want you to go, if only to keep you safe,” she said
“I’ll be fine Mom, I promise I’ll be careful,” he said, his voice thick again as he swallowed back against the cry that wanted to jump out of his throat.
“Will you, uh I mean, will you tell…” he trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.
“I’ll tell Bobby you say hi, don’t worry. The very next time he calls, I swear I will,” she said.
Jack ignored how warm his cheeks felt. “Thanks,” he whispered.
Jack swiped one hand across his face, only to discover that a tear had leaked. ‘Damn it.’
“Listen Mom, I gotta go now. It’s getting kinda dark,” Jack said uneasily.
“Alright Jackie, just call me again soon you hear?” she said.
Jack nodded, another tear sliding down his cheek. “I will.”
“Love you Sweetheart,” she said softly.
“Love you too, Mom. Bye,” Jack said, wiping furiously at his face with the back of his hand.
“Bye Jack,” she said before hanging up with a quiet click.
Jack hung the phone up and wiped one last time at his eyes. He hunched his shoulders as he walked, ignoring the chill air. He wasn’t sure if it had been a good idea to call, but it sure felt good to hear her voice again.
Author: veiledndarkness
Summary: Jack makes a phone call. Not as simple as it seems.
Movie: Four Brothers.
Warning: Not mine, I just play with these guys.
For
zoeingreece. After I read your response to my comment, I wanted to write something fluffy.*cough*
I kind of failed. It's way more angst-y than I intended. Sorry. But, it is for you. And I wish I could send you a virtual hug. I'll try writing something fluffier later.
Jack stared at the payphone on the brick wall beside the pharmacy. He kicked at the ground as the sudden urge to call home struck him. Jack eyed the phone warily. He had a bad feeling that calling would only make him more homesick if that was possible.
Sighing loudly, Jack walked over to the phone and picked up the receiver as though it was a poisonous snake about to strike. He scrounged in his pocket for a quarter, fumbling through the loose change in his jeans. He dropped it in, dialed and prayed that someone, anyone was home, that he wouldn’t lose his courage before someone picked up.
The phone rang once, twice, before Jack heard the telltale click as the payphone connected to the home phone. He held his breath as the voice came over the line.
“Hello?” Evelyn’s soft voice floated through the phone. Just hearing her voice made his eyes prickle with hot tears.
“Uh hey Mom,” Jack said quietly, resting his head against the side of the phone booth.
“Jackie! Sweetheart, how are you? Oh I miss you so much already,” she said, her voice brightening.
“Ma, it’s only been a month,” Jack protested feebly. ‘Oh who am I kidding?’ he chided himself.
“So? Jackie, I miss all my boys when they aren’t home. Especially you, my youngest,” she said, her voice firm and loving.
Jack swallowed over the lump in his throat. “I’m not a baby anymore Mom.”
“You’ll always be my baby sweetheart, scoff all you like,” she said, a laugh clear in her voice.
Jack rolled his eyes. “Uh huh, Mom. So how’ve you been?” he asked wincing at the sad sound of his voice.
“We’ve all been just fine, dear. I’m more worried about you. Have you been eating enough Jackie?” she asked, worry lacing her voice now.
Jack smiled. “Sure Ma, every day.”
‘Ok, so a partial lie,’ he reminded himself. On cue, his stomach rumbled threateningly.
“Well you know I worry. I really wish that you’d consider coming back home,” Evelyn said wistfully.
Jack sighed as he watched the cars go by. “You know why I had to go Mom. I’m not gonna make it anywhere in life, music or otherwise if I never leave home.”
“I know, Sweetheart, I know. But there’s a big part of me that doesn’t want you to go, if only to keep you safe,” she said
“I’ll be fine Mom, I promise I’ll be careful,” he said, his voice thick again as he swallowed back against the cry that wanted to jump out of his throat.
“Will you, uh I mean, will you tell…” he trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.
“I’ll tell Bobby you say hi, don’t worry. The very next time he calls, I swear I will,” she said.
Jack ignored how warm his cheeks felt. “Thanks,” he whispered.
Jack swiped one hand across his face, only to discover that a tear had leaked. ‘Damn it.’
“Listen Mom, I gotta go now. It’s getting kinda dark,” Jack said uneasily.
“Alright Jackie, just call me again soon you hear?” she said.
Jack nodded, another tear sliding down his cheek. “I will.”
“Love you Sweetheart,” she said softly.
“Love you too, Mom. Bye,” Jack said, wiping furiously at his face with the back of his hand.
“Bye Jack,” she said before hanging up with a quiet click.
Jack hung the phone up and wiped one last time at his eyes. He hunched his shoulders as he walked, ignoring the chill air. He wasn’t sure if it had been a good idea to call, but it sure felt good to hear her voice again.
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Date: 2006-08-29 01:44 am (UTC)I feel so bad for Jackie. *sniffle* Last Thursday, I told my mom that I'd call over the weekend and then she called me yesterday (but I didn't pick up), and I didn't want her to worry so I sent her a text today saying that I would call tonight, but I haven't. I don't know; it's so hard to call when I don't really have much to say and I know that my conversation would sound alot like Jack's and then my mom would worry about that so it's better to just not call, sort of. I don't know, I'm a mess right now, but it did make me feel a teeny bit better that you care enough to try to make me feel better. Thank you! Too bad you don't live here =/
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Date: 2006-08-29 02:41 am (UTC)And I've been homesick and lonely before too. I feel so useless knowing that you are upset and feeling homesick, and that there's so little I can do. i always want to help people. And you're such a sweetheart, that it bothers me.
Heh, I wish I had ever travelled anywhere. I've never left the province of Ontario, sadly. Never flown anywhere, lol. I have driven up north, and I've driven to Ottawa, but that's about it.
I tried for fluff and got angst :( I posted it thinking to myself 'jenn you're just gonna depress her more', but i took a shot anyway hoping it might help even just the smallest bit.
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Date: 2006-08-29 04:39 am (UTC)You are so sweet. Don't worry, you didn't depress me anymore. Part of my being homesick is that I haven't made any friends since being here, and I've been here almost a month now. Plus, I am just naturally shy, so going out to a local bar during happy hour in order to meet people isn't my cup of tea, plus with doing this training I really shouldn't be drinking anyway. I guess another part of it is that the three people that I know here have totally ditched me, it's like I'm not even here and so of course, being how I am, I'm thinking, ok what's wrong with me that they don't want to hang out with me, or that they say they're going to call but don't--am I boring or something? It makes me sad and it makes me angry because I would never, ever do that to someone, especially after I was the one who campaigned for them to move out to where I was in the first place, you know? I mean, everytime one of my friends have relocated, I always made sure to meet them at the airport, help them pack and/or move-in, take them around, introduce them to people I knew, stuff like that. I don't get why the 3 people I know here don't feel like I warrant the same kind of consideration. It also doesn't help that I can't figure out a way to stand up to my cousin who's very, very intimidating about the money she's owed me for almost 3 months now. If she paid me back, I could, at the very least, go home and visit my real friends, or maybe be a little reckless and go fly somewhere to see Good Charlotte just so I could drool over the hot Madden twins, lol. I don't know, I feel like I'm depressed or something and that makes me not want to do things I need to do, like find a place to bake (or even decide if I want to keep doing that) or look for a job. It just seems like a bad cycle or something. Truth be told, I was depressed before I moved too. I just hoped that my moving and doing something dramatic would shake things up, but apparently not. If anything, it probably made things worse in some ways.
p.s.-- I've never been anywhere in Canada...
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Date: 2007-04-28 08:14 am (UTC)Jackie missing Ma & Bobby, but wanting them to see him as a adult.
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