Jake’s Dream Come True
By Billy_Ray77
Chapter Seven
“Jake!” said the man cheerfully, “I’d like you to meet your mother.”
Needless to say, that statement left me a bit confused, but during the few seconds I stood there speechless my mother got up and rushed to me, sweeping me into a big motherly hug.
“Oh, baby, it’s been so long, let mommy hold you.”
My mother didn’t raise a fool, though I suspected at that particular moment she probably didn’t remember raising me at all. This guy was obviously one of those talents Phillip had warned me about. It was also obvious that he had done something to her mind. I quickly broke my mother’s embrace and, bringing my armor up to full power, stepped in front of her protectively. I may be new at this but I was going to defend my mother – or die trying.
“What the hell did you do to her?”
He sat back in his chair, picked up a small glass filled with an amber liquid and while studying me, took a sip and placed the glass carefully back where it came from. It was almost as though he was trying to decide whether to be annoyed or amused.
“I brought her back.”
“Back? Back from where? She hasn’t gone anywhere.”
“Jake.” Pleaded my mother with her hand gently on my shoulder.
“Mom, I don’t know what you think you remember, but you haven’t been anywhere.”
The man tapped his temple with one forefinger. “From in her mind.”
“Jake,” said my mother again, “it’s okay. He’s a friend, and this time he’s really a friend.”
“What do you mean, this time?”
“She’s talking about that rat bastard son-of-a-bitch, Phil.” The man interjected angrily.
“Phillip? What about him?”
“Only that he’s the mother fucker that killed my best friend, your father.”
“Slow down!” I exclaimed, more confused now than ever. Everything was happening so fast. “I thought Phillip was dad’s friend?”
I directed this at my mother but the man answered.
“I bet the cocksucker never actually said that.”
“Alek, please!” said my mother, stepping between us. “Let’s give him a chance to catch up. He must be awfully confused.”
She took my shoulders and guided me into the chair she had been sitting in when I arrived. She sat down next to me.
“Look, honey, Alek was your father’s best friend. They were part of a group that wanted to change the way talents interact with governments. Phillip was among the agents sent to track them down. Your father and two others were killed, Alek and the rest escaped.”
As she talked I noticed a difference in her demeanor. There was more authority, a more natural connection between her words and her body language that I hadn’t noticed was missing before – but now I could see the difference. Everything about her just seemed more natural. My confusion heightened.
“And Phillip killed dad?”
“Nobody knows for sure.” She said staring pointedly at Alek. “You father was killed in the raid.”
“I was there Reeny, I saw him.”
“Don’t call me that. And you don’t know what you saw. There was too much going on, you said yourself…”
“He bragged about it Reeny, I talked to a guy who heard him.”
“I said not to call me that.”
“Oh c’mon, its what we called you back in the day, you always liked it.”
“Its what you called me and I hated it.” Mother retorted with annoyance that seemed mostly feigned.
“No, I called you ‘Teeny Reeny’!” He managed to say before he broke out laughing. “And ‘that’ you hated!”
Without warning his chair slid away from the table and flipped very unnaturally backwards dumping him on the floor.
I slowly looked over to my mother. I met her gaze and she smiled sheepishly.
“Did I forget to mention that I’m telekinetic?”
Alek put his chair back up and sat down still laughing while I pondered. I was trying to understand and assimilate everything that had just happened. But there was something chewing at the edges of my thinking.
Samantha! She was waiting for me! There was no way I would be able to go through with that now. My mind was spinning too fast. I could call her but, no, the phone wasn’t an option, if I were to postpone our consummation, I would have to go over there and do it in person.
Alek finally stopped laughing. I addressed them both.
“Don’t go anywhere. I was supposed to back over to Samantha’s. But I can’t go over there now. So I have to go over there... and tell her I can’t go over there… Anyway, I’m coming right back and I have a million questions.”
I didn’t wait for their response but jumped to my feet and ran next door. I let myself in and found her in the living room. The conversation with Alek and my mother couldn’t have taken more than five or ten minutes so Samantha must have been a busy girl.
There was a cheery fire coming to life in the fireplace and evenly spaced about the room were about a dozen candles adding their flickering light to that emanating from her Christmas tree. A thick quilt lay on the floor between the fireplace and the sofa. Still wearing the same clothes she had on at the mall, Samantha was seated on the quilt, leaning against the sofa. Her eyes brightened when I entered.
“Is your mother all right?”
“Yes, well, at least I think she is.”
“So, who’s at your house?”
“Uhm, yeah, about that. I have to go back.”
“What?” she asked incredulously, slipping up to sit on the sofa. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s a guy that used to be a friend of my father’s. I’m really sorry Sam, but I have to go back. There is so much I’ve wanted to know... I won’t be able to think of anything else until I find out.”
She stood and crossed the room to take me in her arms, laying her head on my shoulder. Feeling her luscious body against mine I almost reconsidered. But I didn’t want our first time to be in any way distracted or hurried.
“I understand.”
“Why don’t you come over with me?”
“I’ll stay here. You don’t know what you’ll find out. Anything you want me to know, you’ll tell me. If it’s not too late when you’re done, come back. Mom won’t be home until after midnight so we might still have time.”
She pulled her head back to look into my eyes. “I’ll be here. I’ll always be here. I love you, Jake.”
My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat.
“I love you too.” I finally managed, “I won’t be long.”
Reluctantly I returned home to find out about my father. I was a bit relieved that Samantha had turned down my invitation. I hadn’t thought it through and her presence would have made talking about everything impossible. She was watching out for me even when she didn’t know it.
I still wondered if what this Alek fellow was telling me about Phillip was true or not. Phillip seemed to be a likable guy. He helped me and promised to leave me alone. I felt I knew him better than I knew this guy – who hadn’t been very likable so far.
By the time I sat back down at the kitchen table I was actually feeling a bit angry.
“So tell me, why should I believe your version of things over Phillip’s?”
“Jake,” said my mother trying to placate me, “he’s telling you the truth.”
“I’ll bet you,” said Alek, “he never said that he was your father’s friend. He never said exactly who killed your father did he? He’s very good at talking around things like that so you never pick up on any lies. Well, I’m not worried about it, I’ll say it straight out, I was your father’s best friend, When he was killed we were fighting side by side and it was that pompous bastard that killed him.”
His eyes flashed with anger.
“Now,” he finished, “did I tell you any lies?”
He looked at me expectantly and it dawned on me that he fully expected me to know if he was lying. I tried to put on a poker face but I was too late and he saw my initial confusion.
“You don’t… you don’t know. That dumb ass bureaucrat never bothered to find out what you could or couldn’t do. That’s so fucking typical.”
“Looks like school starts tomorrow, honey.” interjected my mother. And then to Alek, “Phil did teach him how to meditate so he’s halfway there,” back to me, “You’ll catch on pretty quick. I haven’t been able to do anything about it until now, but I have always been proud of how smart you are.”
“You’ve always been… What happened to you anyway? If you’re a talent how could anyone do… that… whatever it was?”
“Slow down.” She admonished, “I’ll tell you everything but give me a chance to answer.”
Alek slid the glass in front of her and she took a quick sip.
“First, being a talent is no guarantee that you won’t be controlled by another. I’m Telekinetic, being a Psychic, Phillip is far more adept than I am. I was afraid to resist and in a panic I tried to hide. I’m not sure how I did it, but I locked away my true consciousness just before he was able to completely subjugate my conscious mind. At some level I must have been aware because I remember everything that happened, but it seems like a dream. I was saying things and doing things that were… programmed. I had no free will. The persona I presented to the world was what he wanted me to, nothing more, nothing less.”
“But I thought control and personality changes had to be gradual or the person could resist them.”
“That’s if you want to make changes in a person without totally overwriting their personality.” Offered my mother, “I was a robot, a human machine. It’s not a pleasant experience and the change in personality is always noticeable to anyone close to the subject, which is why it is seldom done.”
“I was able to contact her real self and between the two of us she managed to shake off his control and pull herself out of the hidey hole in her mind.” Alek finished looking proud of his accomplishment.
“So where the fuck were you before? You could have done this years ago. Why now?”
“I couldn’t do it until now. They would have known I was here. She had that ‘call in’ order.”
“But you could have canceled that by making her herself again.”
“That took hours, kid, she’d have made the call at the first touch.”
“Don’t you remember?” my mother cut in, “That first time you tried to make me stand on one leg while I was doing dishes.”
“But you didn’t respond to that.”
“No, it was too… well, no one would have responded – but it was a very good first try, sweetie, mommy was very proud. Compelling or not, I did feel it and I went straight to the phone.”
“That’s right, I remember, you canceled a doctor’s appointment.”
“Actually, I didn’t have to say anything. Just dialing the number brought someone here within an hour – but you were watching me.”
“Okay, so you couldn’t contact mom, why didn’t you try and contact me, tell me what was going on?”
“You weren’t a talent, kid. We try not to let too many normal folk in on our secret and, frankly, without the ability, you were useless.”
“Nice to know you’re so concerned about me.” I said dryly.
“Jake…” started my mother only to have Alek cut her off.
“Don’t get all high and mighty with me, kid. I’ve been living in the shadows for twelve fucking years. If it weren’t for my ability I would’ve died – several times. I have been just one false move, one compromised safe house, hell, one slip of the tongue away from certain death, or worse. I’ve had to constantly look over my shoulder and several times there were some pretty close calls. So pardon me if I didn’t have time to visit a kid in a house that was being monitored.”
“God damn it Alek, you stop being so high and mighty.” I think my mother was genuinely angry this time. “He’s only eighteen and new to this whole psychic world. He doesn’t understand the limitations or the dangers. How about trying to exercise some patience instead of feeling sorry for yourself.”
While my mother admonished Alek, his words struck home. I was now involved in some real life cloak and dagger shit. This wasn’t some role-playing game that I could restart if I screwed up and was killed. A mistake in this game would really be my last. The team I would be on wasn’t in question. I believed that my mother was now her true self, and if she believed in Alek and his group, that was good enough for me.
But was my mother fully herself?
“I’m sorry,” I said to Alek, “I guess I didn’t appreciate the full gravity of the situation. But, if you are here to enlist my help, then things must be pretty bleak. In that case everyone has to be operating at their best. Are you sure there are no more control... or anything... on mom?”
“Of course,” he answered a bit taken aback, “why, is there something I should know?”
My mother was a confused by my question as well, “What are you getting at?”
This was uncomfortable.
“Well, you know… whatever… uhm… dad… might have done?”
Alek snickered and my mother’s eyes flashed with amusement.
“Your father didn’t influence me honey.”
“But he was… you know… and you’re so…” I felt my face getting warm at the idea of telling my mother she was a hottie. I found I couldn’t actually say the words.
She smiled warmly, still amused. “I understand dear, you aren’t the first to make such an assumption. That’s what saved my life all those years ago. Phillip and his cronies just took for granted that since I was attractive I must have been your father’s thrall. They never read my mind so they didn’t realize I was a talent – that’s another reason I didn’t resist when Philip began implementing his controls, I was pretty sure I couldn’t have stopped him – he is better than I am – and if they knew, they would have killed me. The truth is, I fell in love with your father’s passion, his kind and cheerful nature. He was a good man, a wonderful husband and father. He didn’t need to control me, I loved him.”
“Oh.” Was all I could say. I had used the idea that my father used his power to snag my mother as justification for what I was doing to Samantha. But if he hadn’t done it, what did that make me?
“Honey? What’s wrong? I would think you would be happy about that.”
She had known about Samantha. She had no objections before, but that was when she was under Phillip’s influence and he thought that enslaving young women was normal. What would she think of the whole situation now? I didn’t know if she would remember or not. I decided to get it over with.
“Samantha.” I said flatly, and saw realization come into her eyes as the ‘forgotten’ memory came back to her. “What do I do now? I thought that since dad did it to you it wasn’t that bad. But… I don’t know… what does this make me? What should I do, mom?”
“How far has it gone?”
“We haven’t done anything... physical, yet. Tonight would have been the first time.” I explained, my ears burning again. But despite my embarrassment I had to be honest so we could decide the best thing to do, for Samantha.
Alek snorted derisively, “Almost four months with the power and you haven’t got laid yet?”
My mother shot him another annoyed look. He at least had enough class to look chagrined and shut up.
“How do you feel about her?” she asked me softly.
“I love her. I’ve loved her as long as I can remember.”
“What about her? Did you find out how she felt before you started changing her?”
“She cared about me, even loved me, but as a friend, nothing more. That’s what I have been changing. Making her see me differently… in a… well… in that way.”
“I don’t see the problem.” Alek threw in. “So you want to screw a pretty girl, who doesn’t? I say, go for it.”
“It isn’t like that!” I retorted, defensively.
“I know it isn’t, honey.” Soothed my mother. “Alek, maybe you should go. Come back tomorrow and we can start getting Jake up to speed. But I think it would be best if Jake and I figure this one out, alone.”
Alek slugged down what was left in the small glass he had been sipping from and stood up grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair.
“All I’m saying,” he wasn’t so cocky now, “is that there’s nothing wrong with using the power for shit like that. We’ve all done it and as long as you don’t hurt anyone…”
“I know,” my mother cut him off, “we can talk more about it during Jake’s training.”
She gave Alek a quick embrace and he left. She sat back down.
“He’s right, you know. It happens all the time, some more than others, nobody judges it as long as everyone is left relatively unscathed. But there’s more at stake here than just sex, isn’t there.”
“I said it before and I meant it, mom. I love her – not just her looks, I love the person she is. But, what if I’m changing that person? What if… my changes have changed her... changed the person I loved into... something else... someone else... ah, shit…” I buried my face in my hands, ashamed.
“Why don’t you talk to her? You can tell her what you’ve done and then take it from there. Perhaps just removing your influence will be enough. She already cared about you. And you never know, you two were close enough that maybe she has been looking for a guy like you that she found attractive.”
“No.” I replied, “She hasn’t.” My mother knew about my mental manipulations but not about Samantha’s kitchen the day of my beating so, swallowing the last vestiges of my pride, I told her the whole story of that day and Samantha’s subsequent fashion changes.
“I’ve got to go and clear it up, but if you come with me,” I pleaded as I finished, “then I can tell her everything and if she gets mad you just make her forget it. I don’t know if I could do something that big yet but you could do it. We could just go back to the way it was before – she’d never have to know.”
My libido couldn’t believe what it was hearing. I had finally gotten Project Samantha to the point of complete success. I was moments away from having my wildest dream and most ardent sexual fantasy come true – and I was begging my mother to help me slam on the brakes.
But such was my love. If I couldn’t have the real Samantha, the one I had grown up with, then it was all for naught anyway. There was part of me that was glad I had found out about my father before taking it all the way with her. Less guilt in the long run.
“Okay, I’ll go with you but I don’t like to make people forget things – Alek would be far better for something like this. You see, there’s always the possibility of collateral damage and its not perfect, sometimes things come back. We’ll play it by ear and see how she responds to what you tell her.” She stood and gathered our coats off the hooks by the door, “You’re smart, you’ll figure out what to say.”
“I never know what to say when she’s around.”
“Oh, you got it bad.” She chuckled as we went out the door and headed around to Samantha’s front yard.