Chapter VII : Bloodline

After visiting the hospital both of them agreed on staying at Jordan's place, with his entirely sweet and lovely mom, like every other.

"Not da time, I know da situation you're in is hard to deal with, but ma mom likes keepin' things in order. So-", "Yeah man I know, I better play clean and nice, she was the one who brought me up." Edward stated it bitterly. "Sheesh".

After the ride home they went in, Edward was on his one leg, the other being supported by a crutch.

"This sucks, screw you Morgan!" he mumbled.

"Look who's home ma!" Jordan hollered with eagerness.

The rivers were wide with soft ripples, the stock-still air carrying remarkable purity and sweetness that might be imagined as if a farmer pulled out a radish with heavenly fragrance, from a ground a mile away.

The hose seemed to be from the old days in the 90s or 80s. It was a wooden house that was painted in some shades of maroon and dark or royal blue, it didn't really differ but the colors defiantly seemed to be very old and dull.

The house was located in a place that gave off forest vibes, with pine trees that appeared to be rather bald but still standing tall with pride, pines from the tree had been scattered on the floor, the floor was green with shades of brown, it was all clear that it was autumn and winter is yet to arrive. The leaves had fallen from the trees giving a chance for the new ones to grow and shine their beauty and greenery on the land.

At sharp 6:30pm the dinner was served. They all sat at the dinning table and were ready to help them selves with food. "Bro! your mom's a chef!", Edward exclaimed with his eyes gleaming and his mouth watering. "I know", Jordan agreed proudly.

They were served with a roast dinner. The juicy, pink colored meat and baked spuds. You could stuff the spuds with anything you imagine, roasted red bell peppers that once used to have a shine across their surface, and diced onions giving of bitter yet decisive cologne, diced ham shaped with perfection, shredded cheese that would pretty much feel manipulative.

"Ham?- bell Pepper?- the olives?- sour cream-?", as Edward kept adding things to the list he gave a sudden sense of silence. His eyes were all over the dining table in confusion, "I- It's c-calling my name." "What man?" inquired Jordan. But Edward simply ignored what he said and exclaimed instead with grand excitement, "The Cheese! It's Calling Out To Me!" he grabs a palm full of shredded cheese and shoves it into his mouth, swallowing it as is instead of even thinking to chew it down.

"We produce this cheese fresh at our home," Jordan's mom smiled with pleasure, "and our home is your home, everything we own you own."

Jordan and Edward might not have that great bonds but they go back really far. Edward's mom turned him in to Mrs. Jarndyce knowing how sweet-hearted she was.

Before his mom was murdered, she suspected her neighbors and when she found out she was going to be killed and worried that Edward was just a wee little kid she gave him to Mrs. Jarndyce for shelter.

Why was she murdered? No one knows. She was just a sweet and loving lone women.