Sparks War (original draft), Robbie Keith [thriller books to read .TXT] 📗

 Trixie asked Jon for the keys, as she sat on the BMW. Without a question why or any hesitation, Jon dangled them waiting for her to snatch them. She slid the key in the ignition, and almost in one motion turning the key while rolling her wrist on the accelerator. With a violent pop followed by a wailing scream the bike seemed to come back to life, waking from its chilly early morning nap. Trixie’s countenance seemed to change from emotional confusion, to one of purpose, and intention. She turned the ignition switch putting the beamer back to sleep.
Rolling her gaze around to meet Jon’s eyes, “I’m comin’ with you Jonny “.
Jon with worried eye’s, “Mom, I don’t know what’s gonna happen “.
Trixie stood up on both foot pegs. Pulling her shirt tail down turning her gaze back towards the bike noticing the speedometer, she herself gauging the insanity of her lonely past five years.
“You’re going to find your dad, that’s what’s going to happen Jonny “.
With frustration in his voice, and an irritation 5 years in the making Jon blurted out.
“But mom you tried that already “, doubting his mothers resolve,” remember “?
Trixie twisted her hips kicking her right leg around jumping off the foot pegs hands free, still focusing on the details of the bike.
“That’s why you’re going to do the looking Jonny. Your father left you the pieces. You’re going to follow the road your father paved out for you, and IM going with you. I’ll help you if I can, but I’m going with you “.
Jon feeling a sense of power given by his mother’s confidence in him, they started back towards the house. As Jon opened the house door for his mother they could both hear the boiling whistling steam through the tea pot.
“You want some tea “? Trixie asked.
Jon still considering his long lost mothers demand to come with him , and this new course of direction as an unforeseen bump in the road , with a very slight hint of worry in his sigh ,” That sounds nice “ .
After placing a little light tea bag in each coffee mug Jon watched standing in the kitchen as Trixie poured the steaming hot water into the mugs. The lopping sound of the hot liquid rolling over the tea bags and swirling into the cup seemed to lull Jon’s nerves, so much so Jon wondered if his mother was taking her time just for that reason.
Leaving the tea bags they both leaned against the kitchen counters facing each other. Jon leaning against the sink and Trixie near the stove. They sipped at their tea without sugar or cream fully aware of the little hot streams rolling into their chest. Both seemed to be in a state of meditation of sorts. The house was quiet; the only sounds were little echoes from sipping ceramic coffee mugs, being depleted of their soothing contents.
“Soooo……,” Jon taking another sip, “Will you be ok on the back of the beamer? I mean we could take your car, but I don’t really think we should be leaving the bike behind”.
Trixie cupping the mug in her hands letting the heat absorb into her fingers, motions with her eyes, “Come on “. They walk towards the door for the entrance to Trixie’s garage.
Trixie opened the door and with a smug little half smile just like the one Jon wears on occasion said,” You forget Jonny, riding is in our blood “.
There it was, Jon couldn’t hold back the biggest grin he’d ever remember having. Jon hadn’t thought about that young woman dressed in well fitting leather racing suit all day, but flashing pictures in his memory of flowing auburn hair, and eyes so beautiful with the voice of the sweetest type flicker away like pictures in a photo album.
Trixie instantly noticed Jon’s change, “Jonny?” smiling almost as big as he, almost chuckling. “Are you ok?”
Jon still staring into the garage asked with a huge grin,” When did you get the triumph Mom?”
“Last month Jonny, it only has a hundred miles on it, why? I know it’s not a beamer, but those bikes are just too big for me. Jonny what’s going on? “
“O I know someone that has a Daytona to, except its blue. “
Trixie going for another sip of tea, “A friend of yours? “
“Somethin’ like that Mah “.
With another hot gulp of tea in traveling through Trixies chest, “Yeh I really liked the black, it’s a great bike Jonny. Don’t worry I shouldn’t have any problem keeping up.”
Jon walks back towards the breakfast nook still grinning ear to ear,” I have no doubts “. Jon notices the wooden rocking chairs that sit on either side of the gas fireplace in the family room, and turns his smile towards his mother motioning his head towards the fireplace, as if he were asking if it was ok to take a seat.
Trixie motions her hand with the tea cup in it, “Sure Jonny its ok.”
Jon and his mother sat talking about what seemed like everything, and sometimes nothing at all. Trixie was very concerned about her two daughters, as Jon explained that Cassie and Ronnie were still very angry and bitter.
“Jonny the only thing harder than being away from my kids was not having your father in my life, I couldn’t lose him Jonny. I should have never signed that death certificate.”
Jon with a voice of curiosity, “Why did you sign them Mom?”
A look of self disappointment came over her, “I just caved Jonny. I just caved.”
After some more time by the fireplace Jon and his mom continued talking over some hot tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches that Trixie prepared.
A little smirk came over Trixies lips, “So tell me about your friend with the triumph,” pausing for just a second, “will I get the chance to meet her? “
Jon once again found himself in mid chew, however this time he wasn’t eating French toast but rather a melted cheesy crispy lunch. Trixie didn’t like how Jon sounded trying to say “maybe” with his food in his mouth. Scrunching her cute little nose and shaking her head in a playful way
“Swallow your food Jonny “
Trying to avoid any more questions about his “dream girl “he tried to think of a way to change the subject, but his mother beat him to it.
“So what’s the plan Jonny?”
Jon slowly rocking in the chair, “goin’ to Long beach.”
Trixie rising from the rocking chair reaching for the empty dishes from their lunch asks,
“California? “
“Yep California, That’s where the beamers parts were sent from. I guess dad used a local BMW dealer to ship the parts in for me.”
Trixie now standing in the kitchen leaning with both palms down on the edge of the sink, her eyes closed trying to hold back tears, tears that wouldn’t come anyway, she just couldn’t cry anymore. She couldn’t help but think what her “Jack” has been up to. She knew that whatever it was he better have an incredibly good explanation for all of this.
Trixie was so focused on memories of Jack that she didn’t notice Jon’s footsteps coming into the kitchen. She felt her sons hand on her shoulder, and he whispered,
“I thought we might leave early in the morning. I wasn’t sure how this day would turn out, so I reserved a hotel for tonight.”
“Well cancel it Jonny “she replied quickly “You’re spending the night. I have a spare bedroom ready. I have everything you need.”
“Hey Mom?”
With almost a tired sigh “Yeh?”
“ It’s still not too late I was wondering if you would like to take a ride , O I dun no maybe to the movie theatre “, Jon had one of those smiles on his face that would indicate he was up to something . “ I hear Denzel has a new movie that just came out? “
“ Hmmm “ tapping her chin playfully as if she were contemplating , but what she was really doing was teasing her son . “ I think Denzel is just what the doctor ordered. He has a gift for motivation. “
The show started at 7:15 that night so they were back before 10. But Jon was feeling all the emotions of the past 3 days wearing on his body. Trixie to felt the need to feel the comfort of her bed.
“What time did you want to leave in the morning Jonny?”
“I was hoping to leave around 5.”
“Mmmm ok, what would you like for breakfast?”
With a very tired childish grin Jonny softly pleaded,” You wouldn’t happen to have a waffle iron would you?”
Trixie smiled looking away headed towards the stairs, “I’ll have breakfast ready by 4 sweetie. If you need anything before you get to sleep let me know ok?”
“Thanks Mom, I will.”

 Jon lay awake again, this time around 330 am, knowing the long trip he had before him. It was only the night before that he was laying in an Inn in Milford PA, and now it seemed like a distant memory lying in bed at his mother’s house. A mother that so long ago a 13 year old swearing he would never forgive. One would think that a boy that seemed so close to God would find it easy to forgive his one and only mother. But Jon had let his heart turn to stone, and not until Jon started receiving the BMW’s bike parts in the mail did his heart’s hard surface start to break away. Through the course of the past few months he started to understand how his mother’s hope for her husband’s life would have caused her to leave them, especially now knowing that his father was indeed alive.
He lay there praying to God for forgiveness, to continue to break his hardened heart. And to be able to show his two sisters how to forgive.
He was thankful for the opportunity to be reunited with his mother though. He was thinking about the night before. The movie with his mom was actually very special. Everything was feeling very new to him.
He folded his hands together across his chest as he lay there on his back, most of the covers strewn around the bed. He again just tried to focus on God. He was about to spend 4 days on the road riding with his mother of whom he just was reunited. He needed to keep his head. He needed to be able to think without getting all clouded. Jon reached over the edge of the bed for his pack. He pulled out the GPS going over the directions again. He would take the 90 to 39, to 76, to 70 then the 15. All of it would be interstate riding. He wasn’t looking forward to California gas prices though, but perhaps Long beach wouldn’t be as bad as LA. Just like little surprises like being able to find his cell phone in the pitch dark early in the morning would start him in a good mood, also would something little like the thought of paying 20 bucks to fill up a 5 gallon tank get him off on the wrong foot.
Jon heard a knock on his bedroom