Continued from: With Drawn: Part 22 — Home of the Wolves
Jacob was peering out his bedroom window. He was peering out at his mother hurrying down the front walkway toward her car. Jacob watched as his mother stopped and turned back toward the Walsh’s front door and said something. Jacob could not hear what his mother was saying because he and his mother were on opposite sides of a sheet of insulated glass, and the sound waves of his mother’s voice were unable to penetrate that barrier. Jacob thought about the drawing of Amanda Lansing and the drawing of his father, and he thought about not being able to hear what they had to say either. Jacob wondered what insulated barrier kept him from hearing them.
Jacob could almost read his mother’s lips. He knew that she was saying something about being late, and Jacob knew that she was talking to Dennis at that moment. He knew this because he and Dennis were the only two people she would be talking to, and Jacob knew that she wasn’t talking to him. Joanne then got into her car and backed down the driveway, onto the road, and then she disappeared down Savage Street.
Jacob stepped away from his window and he walked out of his room. He descended the stairs to the living room. In the living room, Dennis was slouched on the couch. He was watching
the television and drinking a beer. Jacob wandered past Dennis, Jacob heading toward the kitchen so that he could sneak out the Walsh’s back door and head over to the abandoned house across the street.
Dennis was flipping through channels on the television, and as Jacob was crossing in front of the television, Dennis’s channel surfing had landed on the movie Terminator 2.
Terminator 2 is a sequel to the movie The Terminator. Both movies are about robots that look just like humans, but both robots have difficulty acting like humans.
On the television in the Walsh’s living room was the scene in Terminator 2 where the robot that looked human was mounting a Harley Davidson motorcycle outside of a bar. This was after the Terminator had beaten up a bunch of bikers.
Jacob liked the Terminator because Jacob could relate to him as he tried to logically work out human emotions and behaviors. Jacob liked the Terminator in the second movie, that is. The Terminator in the first movie was an asshole.
Jacob stopped to watch the scene that was on the television for a moment, Jacob not realizing that he was blocking Dennis’s view of the movie.
Dennis said to Jacob, in that way known as sarcasm, “You make a better door than a window, even though you’re a pain.”
Jacob said, “What?”
Dennis waved his arm at Jacob, Dennis no longer sounding sarcastic. It was more like a desperate plea, “Will you look out?”
Jacob said to Dennis, “I heard you call me a whore.”
Dennis said, “No, I called you a door. You make a better door than a window, because you were blocking the television. Then I called you a pain, which you are. Wait, why am I explaining this to you? Just get the hell out of the way.”
Jacob stepped out of the way of the television. He paused a moment, still trying to process what Dennis had said about doors and windows.
Dennis grumbled, “‘You called me a whore…’ That doesn’t even make sense.”
Jacob said, “You don’t make sense.”
Dennis said, “Just proved my point, you little shit. Now get the hell out of here. I’m tired of arguing with a retard. Bad enough your mom leaves me here to babysit your dumb ass.”
“She actually leaves me here to babysit you, you drunk asshole.”
Dennis stood up from the couch and strode toward Jacob as if he was going to strike him.
Jacob scurried out of the room and into the kitchen. He glanced toward the living room. He could hear the sounds of Dennis plopping back down on the couch, the sound of his stepfather groaning as he dropped back to his seat, and the sounds of his channel surfing.
Jacob grabbed his backpack beside the back door. It was full of art supplies. Jacob shouldered the bag and darted out the door. He crept around the Walsh’s house and then darted across the street to the abandoned house’s yard. Jacob looked back toward his house, making sure Dennis’s face wasn’t peering out the living room window. Jacob then looked up and down the street to see if anyone was around to see him. Jacob crept around the back of the Hamptons’ house to what was once the Hamptons’ backyard. He walked over to the bulkhead, opened the rusty door, and crept down into the basement.
Now, because Jacob had a photographic memory, he could remember every dimension of the basement. This made it quite easy for him to navigate through the basement in the dark, and so Jacob had no problem making his way to the basement steps and ascending the steps to the door leading into the kitchen.
Jacob opened the door and stepped into the kitchen, navigating the dark room to the living room. When he stepped into the living room, he snapped on a light switch that was beside the room’s entranceway. The overhead light washed over the room and the wall and the painting of Jacob’s father.
Jacob stepped up to the painting and he stared at it in his focused-unfocused way. And the portrait of Jacob’s father shifted, David Grist’s head tilting slightly before his eyes focused on his son.
Continued in: With Drawn: Part 24 — Break on Through