Long Way Down Jason Reynolds Summary Novels & Stories

Elsewhere, a storm brewed. Jason sat in the back of an unmarked car, phone in hand. He watched the news footage for the hundredth time. Cassandra’s final stand. Ethan’s declaration. The headlines naming Whitlock as Ethan’s father. And in every frame, Jason saw his own irrelevance deepen. He’d lost her. He’d lost his best friend. And he’d lost the illusion that he was ever the hero of this story. The driver looked at him through the rearview. “She said she wants to meet.”

“Tali’s right. Andy needs a sense of normalcy he and Cathy can provide right now. Your priority is Eniana.” Jason shakes his head, squinting into the sun to hide his troubled expression. It’s the first time I’ve seen his rage. I’ve read it between the lines of the long, drawn out journal entries he’d send through the twin journals. Tales of horrors I’d rather not remember that bled over the page and soaked into my mind like nightmares I couldn’t shake. I could have stopped it. If I had been here, I could have put an end to it immediately. Jason rises and walks away, joining the group on the shore. Fallon looks up from the pile of seashells Koa just presented to her and meets my gaze.

“But, I will reach out soon - I promise. Just… give me a little time.” And then he turned and walked down the steps, disappearing into the shadows of the night. Fedora stood frozen in the doorway, her arms empty, her breath stolen, her lips parted, and her heart—finally—beating again. *** Back at his New York hotel room thirty hours later, Jason shut the door behind him and leaned against it, chest heaving. What the hell had he just done? He dragged a hand down his face, then pulled out the burner phone Mowe had given him and dialed.

After taking a deep breath, Queenie York managed to put away unnecessary thoughts for the time being before she smiled. “Now that you decided to take action, what would you like to do next?” “I’ll sit tight for now. See what happens.” Harvey York’s eyes lit up slightly before he chuckled. “Jason Leo just made a strong comeback, didn’t he? “He’s demanding everyone to kill themselves in front of him. “I do want to see if anyone’s doing as he demands.

“Reed, oh my Go—“my words get cut off by the sound of his large body falling to the ground. I stood, shocked and appalled. Then I turned to Jason. He was still frowning and his chest was heaving. He didn’t look as sorry as he did earlier. Deciding this isn’t even the right time to talk to him. I moved away from him and went to Reed’s side then I crouched down. I checked his pulse and let out a sigh of relief when I felt the steady thrum. Jason has used his full force, not holding him or his wolf back.

Rotten people always assumed everyone else was just as vile as they were. I stopped walking, raised my hand, and with all my strength, slapped Stanley right out of his wheelchair! "If you can't speak nicely, shut up!" Stanley acted as if he hadn't heard. He was laughing and crying at the same time. "Jason, you've been searching for that woman for over a decade. How does it feel knowing I slept with her for so long? So what if you're with her now? Dawn has long been tainted." For a moment, waves of shock and fury hit both Jason and me.

They began running and they didn't know when they got home. Jason stood in their apartment, his phone pressed against his ear. The voice on the other end belonged to his father, a man he had long believed he would never hear from again. The conversation left him stunned, as his father expressed forgiveness and a desire for Jason to return home. Tears welled up in Jason's eyes, a mix of relief and apprehension flooding his heart. He had carried the weight of his past atrocities for so long, and now the opportunity for redemption presented itself.

Back to the present, after staring over my reflection in the mirror one last time, I grabbed the food pack I'd prepared this morning–chicken casserole, his favorite. Today would be different. I was sure of it. The drive to Blackwood Empire took fifteen minutes. I hummed a reggae tune under my breath while tapping at the steering with excitement. When I got to his office on the ninth floor, his secretary looked up, startled. "Ms. Lila, I don't think he's—" I walked past her and pushed his office door open. Jason sat at his desk, a glass in his hand. Eyes red, hair messy, heavy bags under his eyes. What the heck?

Reed with cold eyes. "You can't go to sleep right now, you gathered these bunch. You still haven't identified Doctor Martin," Jason said, pressing down on Reed's finger with his shoe heel till the man woke up. Seeing him wake up, Jason grabbed his wrist. Mr. Reed whimpered, his face contorted in pain as Jason’s grip tightened around his wrist. With a strong motion, Jason snapped the first finger, eliciting a blood-curdling scream from the man. The Investors watched in horror, their faces drained of color, as Jason methodically broke each finger, one by one. Mr. Reed’s cries echoed through the room, punctuated by the wet snaps of bone.

The driver picked up a heavy piece of rusted rebar from the debris pile. "No..." I tried to crawl away. My legs wouldn't work. "No, please! You got the money!" "Mark was very specific," Jason said, taking a step back toward the exit. "No loose ends. He said he didn't want an open casket... but ashes? Ashes are fine." The driver swung the metal bar. It connected with my ribs first. I felt the bone crack. I screamed, but the sound was cut short as he swung again, hitting my shoulder, then my leg.