NOVEL WEB Chapter 6: CHAPTER 6 – MY GRANDFATHER'S HOUSE
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My parents seemed to have been surprised, as if they were saying: What is this man saying? They both didn't think that taking Jacob to his grandfather Abe's house was the best thing to do, in fact, they believed quite the opposite, it would be a disaster!
"Excuse me, I know you're the expert, but... are you sure about that?" – my father asked.
"We want the best for Jacob and I don't think going back to his grandfather's house is the best thing right now, his wound is too recent..." – my mother said.
Dr. Golan seemed to be waiting for these reactions from my parents, because he answer rather quickly.
"I understand what you say, but many times, to overcome a trauma, the best thing is to face them, I know that it can be difficult and even painful, but Jacob must understand that his grandfather is no longer among us, that he does not exist and also... he needs to say goodbye to him properly, so, regarding your concerns, don't worry, believe me" – said Dr. Golan.
My parents looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to say or do, was the doctor really right? Well, it's possible, after all they weren't doctors and hadn't studied psychology, so they agreed, because if a professional said that it would be good for him... then it must be true, even if they were not very convinced of it.
"Okay, I'll take him with me tomorrow, anyway my sister and I were going to go pick up his things, I think Jacob can come with us and say goodbye properly" – my father nodded.
"Perfect, we're about to finish, but first, I'd like to know if he's had a funeral because at the moment I don't think it's convenient for Jacob to attend, I know it's cruel, but I don't think he's ready for it at the moment" - said Dr. Golan.
"Actually... The funeral was held yesterday" – my mother said.
Hearing that, I was surprised, yesterday? Yesterday they were supposed to be working.
"Can you repeat that to me?" – I asked surprised
My anger was rising, had they really held the funeral without letting me know?
"Jacob, we're sorry, but we didn't think you were ready for it" – my mother apologized.
If I were a normal 15-year-old teenager, I would have screamed and left that place slamming the door, luckily, in my past life I was over 40 years old and I know how to keep my manners.
"I understand, great, you buried Grandpa without teeling me first, you know what? I could scream and slam the door, but you don't deserve that, so what you have done has no name" – I said angrily.
I didn't say it shouting, but rather serenely, but anyone could tell from my tone that I was very angry.
"Jacob, we're sorry, but as Dr. Golan said, we didn't think you were ready for it" - my father said.
"You don't understand, I'm not angry about thinking about me and how I would feel about it, I'm angry that you lied to me and you held his funeral behind my back" – I said.
Then I got up and sighed.
"I need some fresh air, I'll wait for you outside" – I said.
Then, I politely said goodbye to Doctor Golan and left.
"Jacob..." – my parents said sadly.
They held his funeral behind his back because they didn't want to hurt him, but they knew that sooner or later, Jacob was going to find out, so that's why he answered Doctor Golan's question, because he was going to find out anyway.
"Your son is quite polite, any other teenager would have screamed and slammed the door, it is not the first time it has happened, in that sense you should be proud of him, however and although I agree with your idea of not having taken him to the funeral, lying to him about it has not been a good idea, now what Jacob needs is the support of his loved ones, if he sees that you lie to him, he will start to stop trusting you, I think that from now on, those kinds of lies should stop" – said Dr. Golan.
They both nodded somewhat embarrassedly.
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The next day.
A day had passed since my consultation with Dr. Golan and in the end it was decided that I would go 3 times a week to see him, so I would have to get them to take me to that island in only 9 sessions with him, or rather, 8, because two days after consultation number 9 the holidays begin and we will have to book a room to stay somewhere, so I had it a bit complicated, but it was not impossible, because today I was going to my grandfather's house and I would find what I need.The box where he kept everything, including the name of the island or so I hoped, because that's what I remember.
I don't know if I remember it very well, in fact, when I looked up what "Emmerson" meant and the "Postcard", one of the few words my grandfather said to me before he died and I discovered that Emmerson was a famous poet, but according to Jacob's memories, his grandfather Abe was not an avid reader, so in his house there must be something related to Emmerson and a postcard. That's the only clue I have.
"It would be easier if my memories weren't sealed, I'd know where everything is and I wouldn't have to deduce it" – I complained as I put on my shoes.
They were simple sneakers, in fact, since I reincarnated, I like to dress more informally, you know, tracksuits and jeans.
[The God of Deals said that it would be much more fun that way, it was either that or making you forget everything at all, so I think this is better]
"Compared to having all your memories erased, yes, this is better, but I saw that movie quite a few times, maybe 5 or 6 or even more times and I only read the books once because I remember that the author did something I didn't like and I lost interest in the books and decided to watch only the movie, but it's frustrating not to remember anything you've seen a lot of times" – I sighed.
If my memories weren't sealed, I would have avoided going to the psychiatrist, I would have remembered the name of the island, where that damn box is, where the peculiar children are hiding, and the whole story of the movie and the books, in other words, I could avoid the creepiest events and leave only the beautiful things, that is, the romance and that stuff.
Since I've come from a relatively quiet world, getting involved in a war against monsters that want to devour you for power... The truth is that it doesn't sound very pleasant, I prefer to dedicate my life to visiting other places, flirting with girls and living with them forever, as far as what my grandfather did... I don't remember what he did, but even if I remembered, I wouldn't care, Jacob might have been obsessed with his grandfather and continuing his legacy, but I just want peace of mind and while it's true that I have all his memories, that doesn't mean I'm him, I also have my own thoughts.
[Unfortunately to get your long-awaited peace of mind, you first have to go through difficult times, let me tell you that this world is not exactly going through its best moment...]
I know and it annoys me, but I can't do anything about it...
Anyway, determined to find what I needed, I went downstairs and waited for my father to be ready.
Once prepared, we both left in the car while he told me what they wanted to do. Apparently they wanted to pick up my grandfather's things and throw away everything that was not worthy, that is, do cleaning. In fact, my aunt was already there waiting for us.
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It didn't take long for us to arrive, but listening to my father's talk about the different birds that inhabit Florida seemed endless to me, he told me that it would be good for him to travel to other places to observe exotic birds and such, but that maybe now was not the best time for it, surely he was saying it for me and my supposed "madness"
Anyway, we stopped at my grandfather's house and when I looked at it, I felt a sense of emptiness inside me, as if something was missing and I understood, my grandfather had died and was no longer here with us, he had left us forever and that was something that could not be fixed...
"Are you fine, Jacob?" - my father asked.
Surely he asked me because I stared at his house and did not move.
"I'm fine" – I said.
"Are you sure? If you feel unwell, we can come back, I'll tell your aunt to do this another day... when you feel better" – my father suggested.
"I'm glad you care about me, but like I said, I'm fine" – I said.
Then I started walking towards the house.
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The house was just as I remembered it (courtesy of the original Jacob), only it was very messy, so my father, I, and my aunt took trash bags and told me to pick up the unnecessary things so they could throw them away.
I only picked up the rubbish scattered on the floor, but I saw that my father and my aunt did not do that, they were taking practically everything they saw and throwing it in the bag without first stopping to see if it was important or not, if it was necessary or not, if it was useful or simply rubbish.
"Don't you feel anything?" – I asked suddenly.
"What do you mean?" - my father asked as he threw something he had found on a table.
"Your father has died and I haven't even seen you shed a single tear, I haven't even seen you sad about it, don't you feel anything after knowing that your father is dead and that you will never see him again?" – I asked frowning.
In my previous life I remember that when I found out about the death of my parents, I was very sad for a few weeks, yes, it is true that they abandoned me and gave me up for adoption, but they were my parents, the ones who brought me into the world, in addition, when I inquired about their personal life to find out why they had abandoned me, It didn't help and I became even more depressed, in fact, I didn't go to the company for a month because of it.