Cake: A Love Story by Bengtsson J

Author:Bengtsson, J. [Bengtsson, J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-05-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Jake

After talking to Casey I was on a high. I bound around the bus trying to find things to do. I tried watching TV but couldn’t concentrate because I kept drifting back to our conversations. I tried writing a song but I was too distracted by all the feelings swirling around in my brain. I tried playing the keyboard but was having trouble just piecing a melody together. One thing was for sure…if I didn’t sort through my feelings about Casey…my next album was going to be a big pile of crap.

Needing some distraction, I headed to the front of the bus.

“Hey kid,” Lassen said.

“Hey, you want some company?” I asked.

“Sure.”

I plopped down in the passenger seat. Lassen looked over at me and furrowed his brow.

“What?” I said, although I knew exactly why he was giving me that look.

“Seatbelt.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t wear a seatbelt anywhere else in the bus.”

“I don’t care. Up here you wear your seatbelt. How many times do we have to argue about this, kid?”

I sighed then strapped in. Lassen, formally known as Bob Lassen, was my driver, and the only person I allowed to call me kid. He was a gruff man in his mid fifties. Standing 6’1 and weighing around 300 pounds, Lassen was an imposing figure. He rarely smiled and was not big on social interactions. He had a tendency to be short tempered and judgmental. Needless to say, he didn’t have a lot of friends. In fact I wasn’t sure if maybe I was his only friend. During his off months, Lassen never mentioned hanging out with anyone and while on tour he didn’t socialize with the other drivers or crew. Lassen spent most of his time in the bus. When we were parked, Lassen drew the curtains over the windows and shut the partition to enclose his own space, which included a bed and a TV. I think he did it as much for his own privacy as for mine. People always asked me why I kept someone as anti-social as Lassen on the payroll but they didn’t know the man like I knew him. They didn’t know that Lassen was there for me when I really needed someone to be there for me. They didn’t know that he was one of the few people in the world I fully trusted and they certainly didn’t know that Lassen wouldn’t hesitate to lay down his life for me. Lassen was more than just an employee…hell he was more than just a friend. Bob Lassen was like a second father to me.

Lassen started as a long haul truck driver while still just a teen. He married his high school sweetheart and had three children. As he crisscrossed the country in his big rig, Lassen set up shop with another woman in another household. He had two children with her. Essentially he had two wives on opposite coasts that knew nothing of each other. He managed to keep up the lie for nearly ten years.

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