Sold? Oh Please.

"Mom! Mom!!! Please, wake up! Wake up!!" An adolescent cried out as he held his mother's unconscious body and desperately shook her shoulder with one arm as the other cradled her head to his chest. 

Scarlett liquid staining his navy blue school uniform, his white shirt reddening under the intensity of the flow. "Mom! Please!!" His familiar dark eyes leaked relentlessly. His dark damp hair framing his face he cried.

"Please call an ambulance!" He screamed as people gathered around him. "Please!!! Please I beg you! Call an ambulance, do something! Just help me!!!" He yelled. His thin frame ridden with guilt, "please wake up." He pleaded. 

"I promise I won't be a brat anymore, I won't even complain if you want to divorce dad. I won't be mean to your new husband if you remarry. So please, mom, please wake up!" He cried.

As her her hand hit the pavement livelessly he broke inside, he swore he felt something snap inside of him. Letting out and ear splitting scream as her hand hit the pavement lifelessly. 

The paramedics had their work cut out for them as they tried to pry the livid child away from his mother. Eventually two men had to hold him off as they wheeled his mother away. 

*****

Suddenly he was no longer that little child, wearing a dashing recent grey suit even his subconscious mind could recognize, he stood with a small smile gracing his lips as a familiar scream, a purple dress and black haired beauty screamed in a crowd. Not entirely remembering why he drew satisfaction from the woman's misery all he knew was he felt content.

But familiar eyes, not recent no, they were from a different time in his life. A time were he looked up into those eyes, now from the distance were he stood he looked straight into them. Although he was sure were he to be close to those alluring and kind eyes they would look up at him. He stared for heaven knows how long but almost as soon he saw them they disappear.

And like a time skip he was walking away from a frantic woman, the same black haired beauty from earlier, along the familiar planes of an antique yet exquisite architecture. He didn't know why but he felt angry, too angry for words and he was headed in a straight direction, towards the exit to get answers. From who? He didn't know, but the thought of meeting the person even for a questioning made his insides churn in excitement. 

But those familiar eyes, that familiar frame that reminded him of bittersweet memories he did everything to bury burned at the side of his peripheral vision. As he turned to check she was gone. But he knew, he couldn't deny it any longer. He could hear her voice whispering over and over in his ear, words he could not recognize. Not because they weren't in a language he understood, but because apart from this woman nothing else had detail.

His progress halted he turned after her and began to chase down obvious track she left for him, winding and turning till he stood on a balcony that was not his own with a woman looking ethereal, wearing a silver dress in the moonlight. She was breathtaking.

She turned around looking at him with those familiar eyes but something was quite different, she seemed older, like in her fifties. But no less beautiful and it took Jason back to the memory fourteen and a half years ago. 

This woman was "mom?"

*****

"Please she can't be dead! Try it again one more time. Please!!" The teenager screamed.

Urging the paramedics and hoping they wouldn't look at him with such pity.

"I'm sorry kid." The man holding unto him said.

"No! No! She's not dead! She's not dead! Please! Mom!!!" He yelled as they put her in a body bag. Taking one last glimpse of her expressionless face as the zipped the bag close.

He felt a pain he never thought possible, but he felt it and it broke him, and accompanied it with an ear splitting scream.

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"Jason!" Jessie firm voice pulled him out of his sleep, as he, full of confusion stared at her beautiful features drawn into an expression of worry.

"Jason? Are you okay?" She asked her voice soft and full of concern. 

His brows drew together in confusion. As he tried to understand the situation. "Wha? What happened?" He asked, "are you okay?"

She smiled softly at him, her soft palm cupping his face as she used her thumb to wipe the side of his eyes. He didn't even realise he was crying until she did that.

Sitting up he leaned back against the hedge board as Jessie sat, her legs tucked underneath her bottom, opposite him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked softly as he blinked at her.

At first he shook his head then looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry I woke you up." He stated bluntly. 

"It's okay, it's already morning anyway." She shrugged. 

"What time?" He asked. 

"Does it matter?" She asked. 

"Ofcourse, I have to go to work." He stated. 

"Uhn-uhnm" she shook her head. "Not today, you're not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on with you. This is the third time you having nightmares like this, and that's just counting the time I was here to see you. What's wrong?" She insisted. 

"It's nothing Jessie, go back to sleep you have to rest, or no, what's time you should eat before you sleep." He said. 

"This isn't about me Jason, it's about you! So tell me what's going on?" She frowned.

"What do you mean? You collapsed, do you know how scared that made me feel? Perhaps that's why I had a nightmare." He huffed throwing his hands up in the air.

"Oh please..." she crawled out. "You and I both know that you weren't dreaming about me, or that was a very sick dream were I was suddenly your mother!" She replied. Halting all his arguments, the situation filling her with so much joy, one of the very few times she made him speechless. 

"Very well then I'll tell you, but one one condition." He said and she nodded for him to go on.

"Let me pay off the Twenty million."

She blinked at him and sighed heavily.

"Jason..." she started. 

"I think I saw my mother at the Xavier Lee's party yesterday." He stated bluntly. 

"What? You said your mother was dead." Jessie replied with a creak to her brows.

"Yeah... me too."