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| Posté le: 04/04/08 - 12.50 (2017) Sujet du message: The 7th CROSS
Jason waited until his parents had fallen into their usual drunken stupor, cigarettes dangling from fingertips, and arranged for the still smouldering ember to drop onto the blankets conveniently strewn about. It would be his final contact with the Mom who had loved her son so much when he was but a child; the Mom who read stories about Jesus, and sang "Jesus loves me . . . " while he played with the cross necklace she always wore. And she'd led him to the Lord.
But then his Mom succumbed to the strain of a horrendous relationship and became as abusive as her husband.
How Jason had loved her, and now, how he hated her!
But what he hadn't counted on was the incredible bond they had formed.
Still, he tried to lead a normal life, and he'd succeeded. For a time.
But there were people on his trail, and his world and theirs would soon collide in ways totally unexpected.
He had played judge, jury, and executioner.
Now it was his time to be judged.