Thread: Rebel with a Cause ( Casket & Krista)

Jackson Merrill was born a happy boy and to happy parents, James and Ginny Merrill in the year 1982. He'd spent the years up until 1992 completely content in being an only child whom was both loved and spoiled by his parents, but then his dad, Jim, died in a horrible car accident. It was hardly a surprise as Jim loved muscle cars and the danger and speed that came with them. Ginny, his mother was of course devastated as was Jacks. The depression faded with time, as all things do, Jacks acted out a little but nothing that was too over the top, he'd taken his late father's motorcycle out on a few joy rides, but when his mother found out she made him promise to never ride it again. Soon Jacks settled down and actually kind of got to like being the man of the house. Several years passed and soon Ginny found a new love, Steven Dillon. Steve was a 'veteran', if you could call the Coast Guard actual military service and fancied himself a real disciplinarian. He had a daughter, same age as Jacks, her name was Angelina and Steve would always brag about how well behaved she was thanks to the regimented parenting style. It wasn't long before Steve married Ginny and their families became a melded household. Steve was extremely hard on Jackson, while spoiling Angel. This of course caused Jackson to act out again and this time he made a real effort. Partying, drinking, drugs and of course riding his father's motorcycle at top speed. Ginny begged Steve to sell it, but for some reason Steve refused. He'd told Ginny that it was all Jacks had to remember his father by, but Jacks suspected it was actually because Steve wished Jacks would wreck it and die, leaving him happily with his new wife and darling daughter. Angel was no angel either, sure she hid it well, but the truth was she was a horrible person, she just hid it exceptionally well. She'd even stolen from Ginny and when Jacks' mom accused her of it, Steve defended his perfect daughter. Angel partyied just as hard as Jacks did but Jacks was always the one getting in trouble, even when Angel was caught red handed, her father would simply blame Jacks' for being a negative influence. It was after one of their big dust ups that Jacks took off. He was determined to never return home, problem was Steve had kept all of his summer job money so he was going to need some cash if he was going to make a go of it. Jacks decided to rob a gas station, unfortunately with no gun, it didn't go that well. The clerk called his bluff and ended up subduing Jackson until the police arrived. Thankfully most of the charges were dropped, because he had no weapon, but for Steve it was the final straw. Steve had grown up in a small town, and blamed city living for all their woes. He'd told Ginny they were packing up and moving back to the country in order to save Jacks from a life of crime. Six months later their family home was sold and they'd packed up and moved to Farmersville NY. It was a tiny town in the middle of no where and it didn't even have a single stop light on the main drag. Both Jackson and Angelina hated it and little did their parents know that moving the children out to the country would be one of the worst decisions of their lives. Jackson was 17 now and grown up tall and muscular just like his father had been with blue grey eyes and dark slicked back hair. He was wearing his father's leather jacket, a red T-shirt and a paired of ripped denim jeans as well as his father's engineer boots. The look screamed 1950's greaser and that's exactly what Jacks was going for. Hey honey, where you going? We still have a lot of things to unpack. Ginny said as she picked up a box out of the U-haul trailer. I'm going out riding, I'm bored out of my skull, I'll unpack later. Jacks replied as he pulled his shades on and threw a leg over the Triumph motorcycle. HEY MISTER, DON'T BACK TALK YOUR MOTHER, GET OFF THAT BIKE AND HELP OUT NOW! Steve yelled. Eat a dick Stevo! Jacks yelled as he kicked his motorcycle started and gunned the accelerator. The bike popped a wheelie and tore off down the road at top speed. Riding helped him forget, forget how much he hated Steve and hated this small town that that dumbass had made them move to. Jacks had no friends here and that was fine by him, he had his motorcycle and that's all he needed. Although unfamiliar with the roads, Jacks didn't let of the accelerator once. He was riding at breakneck speeds and as he rounded a corner on a old, dirt, back road he got the surprise of his life as a cow was standing dead center. Jacks tried the brakes but the gravel under his tire just gave way. With no other options Jacks laid the bike on it's side and skidded underneath the cow. He came to a stop and jumped up, holding his leg. His jeans were shredded and he knew he was going to have some serious road rash, but what really upset him was his bike. It was trashed. motherfucker.....who the fuck just lets their cows wander around on the fucking road??? Jacks cursed and picked up a handful of gravel and tossed it at the mooing cow. Jackson reached down and picked up his bike. The carburetor was smashed and his handle bars were broken. He scanned the horizon and saw a big farm house in the distance. Jacks started to push his busted bike in that direction. Maybe they had a phone he could use.