Jason Grey’s Inevitable Rise to the Top

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Seven - Running from something

Amelia and Jason had been in front of Franklin’s grandmother's for ten minutes, waiting for a taxi. Amelia was standing with her arms folded, while Jason sat with his jaw clenched.

As the minutes passed, they grew more anxious and impatient. Their eyes stayed glued to the road and their minds on Franklin, but a single taxi hadn’t passed; in fact, barely any cars had passed by.

Amelia’s gaze frequently darted from the road to Jason. She thought back to his outburst and her eyes became sympathetic.

Jason’s hands were trembling slightly, and his face was pale, with eyes that were distant and unfocused. She knew that his altercation with Clara was still weighing on him and that there was something bigger that troubled him.

"Jason, it doesn’t look like any taxis are going to pass by here.” Amelia’s voice came out in a soft but audible tone to get his attention.

When Amelia’s voice reached Jason’s ears, he blinked and stared at her for a few seconds before replying, "Yeah, you're right."