Lone_Wolf 54 Back To The Pas

Jason got back in his car and decided to take a ride around the city, he hit the accelerator and drove off leaving tire marks on the cemented road.

Going around the city slowly while riding, Jason felt nostalgic, this city is where he was born, the city he grew up and the city which started everything.

As he was riding he came across a narrow street, he looked at it for a second and parked his car to the side, he couldn't take his car inside because this road was very narrow.

He got out of his car and started to walk on the road, he started to look around and saw the new houses around here, soon he entered the slums.

'It still looks the same, nothing has changed, it's dirty, people here are still poor, everything is the same, well what do I care I am not a part of it anymore'

Jason started to look around, the people in the slums looked at him with envy and jealousy, as the clothes he is wearing are like gold to them.

Some of the old residents recognized him and greeted him some of them with a fake smile on their face as well, Jason also put on a fake smile and nodded his head to them.

'f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.ds still the same as always, some off them just want to latch on to me just because they know me'

Jason pitted them for their pity mindset.

'That is why they never got out of this h.e.l.lhole'

Said thought to himself and walked away ignoring them, as he walked deeper he started to see even worst, few dead bodies were thrown to the side, sick people inside a small house and people sitting around them as if they don't exist at all, feces on the side, flies flying everywhere.

Jason felt disgusted just being here, not because of the atmosphere but because of the past, he had here when he was just a ten-year-old kid.

After walking a little further he came in front of a broken down house, it was very small with a steel sheet covering the roof, the walls are cracked a dead mouse could be seen on the side.

"Jason is that you"

He heard a pretty faint old voice coming from behind, he turned around and saw a very old woman sleeping inside a house opposite to him, it had no doors or windows, he saw this elderly woman lying on a thin carpet looking at him and smiling widely.

"Aunt Bethy, how are you doing?"

Jason said as he recognized this woman, she was the only person in the whole slum who cared a little about him. When he was young and his father would beat him viciously for even a tiny mistake, she would come to the rescue.

"I am doing fine child, you have grown up to be a fine man, I think you have many women around you right now"

The old woman said with a smile on her face.

"Just a few here and there, nothing much"

Jason said with a smile.

"Haha, *cough* *cough*, I see good for you then"

Jason entered the house and sat next to the old woman.

"You look week"

Jason said with no emotion behind his voice.

"I am already very old, I don't know why I am still alive, I am just waiting for death to take me away"

She said and coughed once again

"If you had allowed, I would have taken you into the city and gave you a better place to stay, good food and fresh air to breath"

Jason said and he looked at her thin and frail hands, it was like twigs, just a little force and they would break.

"I was born in this slum, married in this slum and will die in this slum, I don't have any desire to live a good life, my husband was killed, my son doesn't care about me and goes around the slums drunk and f.u.c.king around wh.o.r.es, I have nothing else that would make me latch on to this world and live"

Jason sighed, he won't force her to do anything, he is just kind to her because she helped him many times during his childhood and saved him from his father's beating, she would offer her body to his father to calm him down just so that he won't get killed by his father.

She looked very old but she is only fifty years old but she looked like a 90-year-old woman, but Jason didn't think her as a kind lady as well, she did that for her own selfish reason as well, the money he begged and brought home would be taken away by his father and that money was used by his father to pay for her services.

Jason didn't blame her, this is the slum, every penny was hard to earn here and people living here would do anything to earn it.

"I am sorry"

The old woman said as she looked at Jason, Jason didn't say anything and looked at her.

"I used you to earn myself and my son something to eat, I didn't mean to do it but I had to"

"I understand"

"I am glad that you understand, now that everything is over I can rest in peace"

The old woman said and closed her eyes, soon she took her last breath and died.

Jason looked at her dead body and sighed, he got up and got out of the small house and looked back at the broken down house in front of him, it was his old house, the one he shared with his father.

Suddenly he noticed a drunk man walking towards him, he looked at Jason and entered the old woman house.

"Mom, I am home, haha *hik*, I f.u.c.k that b.i.t.c.h properly today, she was crying when I forced my d.i.c.k in her, hahaha, did you know she was a virgin, haha *hik*"

Jason ignored and decided to walk into his old house.

"Yo mom, are you still alive"

The man said and kicked the dead corpse with his leg.

"Oh she is dead, finally this b.i.t.c.h died, she was a leach, having half of all my shares now I can get the whole piece of bread alone for myself"

He turned around and looked at Jason.

"Hey, you wait right there *hik* do you *hik* think I am a fool, you killed my mother, now pay up"

The drunk man said and walked towards Jason, Jason turned around and looked at the drunk son of the dead woman.

"Ho, aren't you Jason? hahaha look at you, where did you find those clothes *hik* did you start prost.i.tuting your self for those rich city old women, haha, well that really suits you with your pretty face *hik*"

Jason looked coldly at him.