Driven To Tears [Kindle Edition]

Driven To Tears [Kindle Edition]

by Jason Alex Jauron


Publisher Jason Alex Jauron

Published in Mystery & Thrillers/Thrillers & Suspense, Literature & Fiction/General, Literature & Fiction/Genre Fiction, Mystery & Thrillers

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Book Description

This is a horror novel. The book focuses on the romance between college sweeties - Jed and Patty. Both have endured personal hardships which make the relationship a sort of misery seeks company. The relationship turns intense quickly as each feels as though they have finally found the true love they never would or deserved. But it all ends in a way neither could have imagined. The story takes place in the 1980s and there is some social commentary. There is rough language. There is sex and violence in the book.

Sample Chapter


Three steps into the diner.

That’s all it took.

The fragrance of recycled air, bacon grease, and cigarette smoke took the wind out of his sails.

And I came here to relax, work on my speech?

He just stood there like a galleon during dead calm.

“Seat yourself, be with you in a minute,” a voice called out.

As he slid his ass into a booth, an older, plump waitress stopped, rambled, “You want some coffee to start out with honey?”

“I suppose that would be a good idea,” replied Jed.

“Be right back with that honey.”

What the fuck is she calling me honey for? Who the fuck told her to do that? Did she even look at me? Is she even paying the fuck attention? Fuck, bitch, if I was your age, or older, maybe you could call me honey. Because of some kind of implied motherfucking shared life experience. Like being a 60’s child. A Baby-Boomer and shit. But lady, you are much older than me. About 50,000 times around-the-block older. And you ain’t no fine looking cougar like Bo Derek or Farah Fawcett. So we sure as hell ain’t swapped no spit, so spare me your down-home-country-feel-good-neighborly-canned fucking response.

Just then, a mom and her two young sons walked past.

They stopped at the booth directly behind him.


Of all the open booths, and what, there must be twenty; you gotta plant your ass right behind me.

Where’s the fucking logic in that Descartes?

One of the young boys immediately dialed up his inner Tommy Lee. Those poor salt shakers.

Jed cringed.

“Michael Thompson you stop that this instant,” snapped the mother.

The playing continued.

“Michael Thompson, listen to your mother.”

The drum solo got louder.

“Michael ALLAN Thompson, you stop that right now!”

The young boy stopped.

But just to change grips.

“Michael ALLAN Thompson, I am not gonna say it again!”

Jed closed his eyes.

Went to his happy place.

What the fuck is it with parents and the middle name? Like the middle name has some mystical, magical power. As if saying the middle name somehow instantly calms, sedates, and helps control a hyper child. Like no real fucking parenting is needed. Just accentuate their middle name as you scold them. But these damn parents today love to pull the middle name card. The middle name is the verbal cue to the child that they have crossed the point of no return.

The mom was shaking her finger.

“Michael ALLAN Thompson I am going to count to 5,” she blurted.

Jed shook his head.

It’s too early to fold the middle name card lady. You should have waited. Given him two minutes of the silent treatment. Your son would have tired. Game over. There was less than 2 minutes left of his solo. I guarantee you that. Your son ain’t Alex Van Halen. You could have won with the middle name card. Instead you folded the card too quickly. Now you are left with one card. The counting card.

“One, Two,” began mommy dearest.

This isn’t going to end well lady.

“Three, FOUR.”

Lady you are going too fast. Let the drama build slowly to a crescendo. Your quick cadence is counterproductive. You want the boy to visualize the spanking. Almost feel the pain.


The boy pushed the shakers at his mom, bolted out of the booth.

“Michael ALLAN Thompson you get your ass back here right now!” She stomped her feet. “I am going to count to five.”

Jed got up, walked across the room, and fell into a different booth.

I think I’ll squat here.

The waitress located his new booth.

Never called him “honey” again.

The Texas omelet was perfect.

The coffee was black and strong.

The cost was reasonable.

The dive even took credit cards.

He was mere seconds from standing up, walking out the front door when he noticed his favorite booth was being served their food.

“Mommy, I don’t like chicken fingers!” shouted Michael Allan Thompson. “I won’t eat them!”

“You don’t have a choice, that is what I ordered,” said the mother firmly.

Then the mother went and made yet another Parenting 101 mistake. Her previous comment was fine. But the young boy had flustered her earlier, so she decided to tease him.

“Why don’t you just be a good boy like your brother Eddie and eat your food?”

Jed quickly found a seat, watched the calamity. He knew all too well a young boy’s anger when being compared unfavorably to a brother.

He had to give young Michael Allan Thompson props. The combination of high-pitched wailing (the kind only a young boy can muster) and the rhythmic pounding of silverware was impressive.

It took nearly four minutes and six hollow threats before the chicken fingers were removed and replaced with a mini-hamburger.

Jed just nodded at Michael Allan Thompson as he walked past.

That was impressive theatre. It’s not everyday you get to see escape conditioning done with such energy and attention to detail.


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Jason Alex Jauron

Jason Alex Jauron

I'm an old man who is checking items off his bucket list. Three of my books - "Driven to Tears," "King of Pain," and "Given to Fly" are all available on Amazon.

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