Chapter 12 Question Filled Nigh (2/2)

”Why am I doing this? I don't even know what my grandpa by bringing me out here,” Laz complained feeling somewhat more comfortable after having ate. He had never questioned the old man before, but the more things happened, the less he understood.

Laz had always been on the move growing up. His parents would drag him around all over the country so he had never really had a concept of home before. The two years he had spent at the apartment would mark the longest he had even been in one place. He was grateful for that which was why he always respected his grandpa's wishes, but he was just too confused now.

”He said he wanted you to learn how to fight right?”

”Yeah, he got the wrong idea about something and thinks I got hurt at school.”

”Right, I don't give a damn about that.”

”Uh...”

”I also don't give a damn about you.”

”Yeah...”

”So quit asking fucking questions and just do what your told.”

Laz stared at the old man dumbfounded. Even if he didn't like him, sharing a bit wouldn't cost him anything right? Apparently he wasn't going to learn anything so he might as well just shut up.

”Get some sleep. We are getting up at dawn for a bit of a jog.”

”Uh.. ok.” Laz walked to the barn, entered and closed the door behind him. The dim light from the free hanging bulbs could only make Laz wonder that if one of them broke, could the entire barn go up in flames and kill him?

Probably.

Laz gathered two blankets as instructed and made his way up to the loft. The barn was old, but enclosed tightly, not letting in so much as a breeze. Since it was winter, there was no need to worry about air circulation. The only view of the outside was from the loft and the only thing to look at was the sky.

After everything that had happened today, Laz had almost forgotten about his eye sight and hearing enhancements. Since the only thing he could currently look at was in the barn, he closed his eyes and focused with just his hearing. He could hear the sound of mice on the floor below, an owl hooting in the distance and many other various sounds of nature.

Laz found that if he focused on just one sound, he could amplify the sound even more while isolating the sound around him. The more he practiced with it, the better he got.

After a while, he pulled his head out of the world of sound while laying back, ready to take a good sleep. It had been a long day and many things had happened. The biggest problem being that he was becoming more and more worried about his grandpa.

Although this camping experience might be fun for some and miserable for others, Laz was feeling very relaxed and he didn't know why. He wasn't sure what kinds of things he would be doing with the old man, but he somehow knew he needed to sleep.

As he closed his eyes and relaxed his body, the last thing he thought of was the dangerously sexy smile, the dark red lips and those glowing green eyes.

'Ah, she was really hot and crazy.'