Before, Holly told Jackson about her past and told him that her father got arrested for the confusion. She also said that her father arrested Dessy's uncle, who is a policeman. Then, she asked Jackson to go together with her to prison to meet her father.
This story is still set in chapter 21 by Jackson's side.
Author's POV
As soon as Jackson granted Holly's request to go to Prison, he ordered a 4-seat car category online taxi. Holly had been waiting for him at the school gate. As Jackson is walking, he remembers the teen he saw during recess.
It looks like that guy is still get asked by others about his family relationship with that person. But, I'm still mistrustful of him… Why did he reveal that he was Maria's adopted son?
He walked past them as if listening to the information of their conversation.
"You know, I got welcomed to the film set. It's pleasant, you know? I can see the proceedings of making a film," said the guy.
"Oh, yeah? If I were you, I would use that as an advantage, if I notified on social media about the situation," said student 1.
"But, I was requesting by her not to be a braggart."
"Oh, yeah? Why?", Said student 2.
"I don't know; she didn't describe her purpose to me. She already explained it to the others."
Huh? What does he mean by 'the others'? - Jackson.
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"Jackson! Don't get puzzled about it, has the taxi has called??", Holly called so that his thoughts have spread out.
"Ah… oh, yeah. The taxi is on its way.", Jackson told Holly that the taxi was coming.
While the two of them awaited, Jackson guessed the meaning of the guy's words.
He said that Maria had already told the others about it. Who did she tell the others? Hmm…
Florence? Or her husband?
Ting.
Jackson checks his cellphone. A few minutes later, a white sedan came up to them.
"On behalf of Jackson?", Asked the taxi driver.
"Yes, sir.", Jackson opened the door for Holly and he heard a voice near the school.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Let me go!!!"
Jackson saw that the guy is got caught by 2 thugs and put in a dark green jeep.
What are they doing? - Jackson.
He also saw Lisa appointing someone to chase the Jeep.
What happened? - Jackson.
He got into the taxi and asked the taxi driver to take him and Holly to the prison that Holly was referring to.
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Along the way, Holly watched the passing road out of sight.
In point of fact, what reason am I right to ask Jackson? - Holly.
Meanwhile, Jackson is checking his cell phone and sees that Lisa sent him a message.
Lisa: Jackson.
What is this person doing? - Jackson.
Lisa: Do you have anything to do tomorrow?
Let me see her purpose. - Jackson.
Jackson: No, why?
Lisa: Do you want to do our school work tomorrow?
Jackson: Oh, okay.
Lisa: We do our work in your house.
"No!", he said the word in the car so that Holly and the taxi driver looked at him in confusion.
"Why, boy? Is there trouble?", Asked the taxi driver
"Jack, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh, sorry. My friend sent a weird message. Sorry."
Holly sneaks a quick look from behind the chair, "It was Lisa, isn't it?"
"Yes, she asked me to do our assignment at my house. I don't want it, it's nice for her to come to the house." Jackson annoyed.
"She might know your house.", Holly gives notice to Jackson about his privacy.
Well, she's right. - Jackson.
"That's what I have to get out of, I don't want to let her know my house."
"Don't you have any plan of disguising your parents?"
Jackson heard Holly's idea, "What do you mean to disguise my parents?"
"So, you must have a waiter and a driver. Now, you try to ask both of them to disguise themselves as your parents during the day."
"Hmm, your idea is fascinating."
"Right?"
"Okay, I'll ask my parents for permission about your idea."
"But first, try to convince Lisa to do your assignments at her house."
Jackson: Why not at your house? You're a well-known artist, right?
Lisa: I don't want to, you're a showy person.
Jeez. - Jackson.
Jackson: All right, we'll do the assignments at my house.
I have to tell Mom to make use of one of the waiters and drivers to be the spare parent as long as she doesn't know them. - Jackson.
Jackson called his mother.
"Hello, Mom?"
"Yes, son? What's wrong?"
"Mom, can I borrow one of the waiters and drivers to be my parents? For one day, nothing more."
"What for?"
"Lisa wants to come over to the house. We want to work for assignments."
"Are you in the same group with her??"
"Yes. We told to make a kind of memory in the form of socialization between partners."
"Ooh, I see. Well, I will also ask one of them to lend their house. Okay?"
"Okay."
Good, so she doesn't know my real life. - Jackson.
"This is the place.", Holly told the taxi driver to stop.
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They both arrived in prison, Jackson felt tense with the prison atmosphere. While Holly told him to walk fast, Jackson caught up with her. Not to forget, they both wrote absences in the prison visit timesheet.
What do you think Holly's father looks like? - Jackson.
"My father is a cool person. So don't be afraid when you see him," said Holly telling Jackson about his father.
"Oh, okay."
Luckily she said it was cool, if not, my life could take with him. - Jackson.
They both arrived at cell number 243, the cell where Holly's father was.
"Hey, Scotty! Wake up!! Your daughter and her boyfriend come to see you!", One of the prison guards.
"He's not my boyfriend, sir.", Said Holly.
"Oh, yeah? I thought he was your boyfriend."
Kriek…
In the middle of the door, there is a hole where prisoners can know who is coming.
"Oh, it's you, Holly. Forgive me, I guess someone else who was coming. Who is this?", His eyes stared at Jackson.
Oops, I'm dead. - Jackson.
"This is Jackson, my friend who I like to tell you," said Holly, nudging Jackson.
"Oh, hello uncle. Greetings, I'm Jackson. I'm Holly's friend."
"Ooh, so you are Jackson. Holly likes to tells me about you. Oh, no chairs, huh?"
Then, Holly's father summoned the warden to afford chairs for Jackson and Holly. After given a chair to sit in, the cell door opened and there was a man in his 40s sitting opposite them.
"Damn, he's handsome.", Without realizing it, Jackson spoke.
Holly gave him a confused look as she roundabout, "You're still average, right?"
"I'm still normal. Sorry, it turns out that your father is handsome."
"You think my father is old like grandparents?"
Holly's father laughed.
"See? He laughed because you praised him.", Holly annoyed. She didn't like it when anyone praised her father.
"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Scott Ferguson."
Jackson nodded, "Hello, uncle Scott. Uh, is it okay to call him uncle Scott?"
"It's okay, finally Holly invited her friend to visit me.", Scott looks happy.
It seems he wants Holly to bring friends with her every time she visits him. - Jackson.
"It seems uncle have seen you somewhere...", Scott felt suspicious.
"Well, he is an actor who recently retired.", Holly confirmed the fact.
"Ooh, Jackson Freeman?? You that Jackson?", Scott was happy.
"Yes."
Why? - Jackson.
"Jackson, my dad is your fan. He likes to carry your merchandise sometimes."
"Ooh, thanks.", Jackson blushed.
"So, it looks like before you came here, did Holly told you about me, Jackson?" Scott asked Jackson.
"Yes, uncle."
"Okay then. How do you think Holly's attitude at school, Jackson?"
"Father, don't ask him about that!"
"It is okay, right?"
"Holly is a nice person, uncle. She's cheerful, smart, and friendly to her friends."
Holly felt embarrassed when Jackson praised her, it made Scott feel hooked to tease her again.
"Then… Is she already have a boyfriend?"
"Dad!!", Holly kicked him.
The prison warden asked from afar, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, sir.", Said Jackson, correcting the facts.
"Oh okay."
After chatting with Scott, Holly and Jackson leave the prison. They are waiting for a taxi online again but for Holly only.
"How about you? How do you get back to your house?"
"Relax, I have a pickup."
"Oh, okay."
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After the taxi arrived, Holly looked at Jackson.
"Jackson…"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for your help today."
"You're welcome."
Holly went straight home while Jackson was walking in the direction of the black jazz car. It turns out that in the car there's Dr. Jasmine already.
"Thank you for picking me up, doc.", Said Jackson, wearing a seat belt.
"You're welcome, Jackson. What a coincidence when we have a therapy session after this, right?"
"Hm, that's right."
"But don't forget, you must tell the receptionist first and then you come to my room. Okay?"
"Okay."
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Continued on the next chapter...