Aftermath

"Mason! Mason! Mason!"

My teammates and the other students chanted as they threw me up in the air and caught me back before throwing me back up and catching me again and repeating the move all over. I had led the school soccer team to victory by scoring a crucial winning goal, so I was currently a hero in the face of these students.

As they threw me up in the air, I looked on the sidelines and saw Jane flinging her hands up in the air, chanting along with the happy crowd. She was very happy. I was happy too. Happy that she was happy.

It's been five years now since that night at Crute, where we went to rescue Jane, where Dad was shot, lost a lot of blood, where Cara could not save him, and where he died. It's been five years since that night I bawled my eyes out, that night where we all sat crying like a bunch of kids abandoned by their parents. It's been five years and now I am in Class two in high school.

After that night in Crute, everyone found out that my Dad was dead, and that includes Davis and those who employed him as a transporter. That's not the interesting part though.

I didn't return to the base that night and I've not been there ever since. We took time to console ourselves and Geo being the leader of the group and a soldier, took charge immediately after. He asked us all to get back on our feet that we should start preparing to move Dad home.

We left Crute that night and drove to Old Town. We got to our house before dawn and saw mum pacing up and down outside obviously awaiting the return of her husband. I was seeing my home for the first time in months but the feeling is not one of a person seeing his home again.

Seeing mom outside, we all tried to keep a rstraight face and look for a mild way to break the news to her. After so much look looking at each other, for someone that'll break the news to my mom, Cara called mum to one side and her scream told us that Cara had broke the news.

Dad was buried two days after he died and a lot of people including those that I've never seen before attended the funeral. Geo, Cara, and Nate also came. It was all gloomy around the house after Dad's funeral as mum would just sit down in a corner and cry all day.

Things were getting very ugly at home, I had missed a whole school term in abduction and missed another after Dad's death. Geo came around often after Dad's death and he would console mum for a long time. He left the gang a few days after Dad's funeral.

He would tell me each time he came to check on us that Davis was still after him and that he was in hiding because they have attempted to murder him on several occasions. Geo took me to his new place few months after Dad's death and I stayed with him for a few days. Cara and Nate were staying with him so we trained and sparred before I returned home.

Mum didn't regain herself but she became sane enough to realise that I would return to school. I resumed school almost a year after I left and I was made to repeat elementary four. It was the same with Jane so we retook the class together. My previous classmates tried to bully me since they were now my seniors but I didn't allow that to happen. This became worse when I enrolled into the borden house.

Geo had come one day and said Davis and those who captured my Dad then were looking for Jane and me and said it would be better if mom could enroll me in a borden school. He didn't go into details but mom being cautious and not willing to lose another family took Geo's advice.

Jane's family had become tight friends with us when they learned the details of everything so they also enrolled Jane in the same school as me.

It was the borden house of LFS, so we were still much in the same school. A lot of things changed a lot for me when I got to borden school. It was very hard to adapt to the fixed schedule of the borden house. I would wake up with sounds of metal clanging against each other, eat at a designated time, talk, sleep and every other thing was monitored in the hostels.

I was bullied just like before and the elementary five students tried to keep me away from Jane just like before but I was a better fighter now and could easily beat up my mates. They would gang up on me at other times and I would end up getting beaten, but overall borden house was 'sweet', it was interesting, fascinating and everything.

Borden house made me feel like I'm a level above kids who come to school from home because I only visit home at the end of the term. Whenever I visit home, I would make sure I help mom as much as I could and ensure I never make her feel bad. She hasn't fully recovered from Dad's death but she was now better than before. At least, not depressed.

I (we) finished elementary four and then five and we were out of borden house and elementary school. I must say, I missed the borden house but not for so long because I would return to being a border in high school.

The seemingly long holiday ended quickly and the sweet annoying face of high school welcomed me. Jane and I got into the same high school as borders as we had planned during our vacation out of Old Town.

The first year sped by and so did the second and now we are in our third year in high school the journey as a border has not been so different from before but one thing had changed, Jane and I had become much closer.

When the students put me down, I walk across to Jane who was still standing among the crowds, remembering those nights in that large room, those nights she stayed up till I return from training, those nights in the borden house in elementary school and that night when we cried together in the van where Dad died; I hugged her.