The Temple in the Sky by Fernando Herrera Jr (top 10 novels .TXT) 📖

love with Daisy years before Scott even knew she existed and that imbecile had come along and taken the most precious prize life could offer a sane, intelligent man. But an imbecile would never know that. Jasper went on and had his birthday lunch.
Two teenage girls—who were no older than fifteen—took a seat directly across Jasper. They were quite the unattractive hoydens, thought Jasper. The one to his left had a tremendous nose that resembled that of Napoleon Bonaparte’s, and was dressed like a farmer; and although the other was dressed much more appropriately for her gender, she had an egregious case of acne that resembled a chronic illness. It reminded Jasper of Hansen’s’ disease. Her face resembled that of the pictures of people with leprosy his anatomy teacher had showed his class. He noticed they happened to be quite interested in him. They were very obvious in the glaring, giggling and whispering of coquettish tittle-tattles.
“Hi Jasper, I’m Rita,” the one with the Napoleon nose said. But before Jasper could respond, Daisy walked up and asked them to sit elsewhere because she was Jasper’s best friend. So the girls did so and left to sit elsewhere.
“So, what do you say? After lunch let’s go inside and search for that chest! Would you like to join in the search, Scott?” Daisy asked.
“Uh… I suppose I can browse around for a treasure chest,” he responded as he stuffed a chicken sandwich into his mouth.
“Yay! Now, where do you suppose it could be…? Jasper?
“I don’t know. I think Jeffery might have put it away somewhere. I’ll ask him.”
“Ok, sounds good!”
“Well, you guys go ahead and finish up. I’ll go find him. Just meet me inside when you’re done.”
“Good plan,” she responded.
Jasper took off from his chair and went into the house to search for Jeffery who wasn’t to be found at the moment; therefore, he decided to look for the chest himself. He searched the house--in the spare bedrooms, outdoor sheds, basement and attic. Thirty minutes later, after a conspicuous search, Jasper found himself in his bedroom ransacking his wardrobes and armoires. As he shut the armoire door he looked behind to the closet and wondered, then walked to it but stopped midway with Daisy on his mind. He wondered where she was and why she had not gone inside to meet him, so he decided to go outside and get her. He walked out of his room to the long corridor and slowly passed door after door as he ran his fingers by the wall. The screech from of his sliding fingers and the squeak from his steps on the wooden floor were the only sounds emitted in that lonely corridor at the time. But as he approached the stairs and calmly took the first step down, rumbles caught his attention and caused him to halt midway. He expressed a look of dubiety while turing his head up to the corridor to what sounded like a series of thumps and masculine grunts followed by a sort of knocking ruckus amidst feminine groans and indistinct speaking. It developed into smothered moans and sounds of forceful stifles. Jasper became alarmed at the notion of barbarity against Daisy and ran upstairs to the room where the noises were coming from. The boy couldn’t help but think that the imbecile might have forced himself onto Daisy, for she was beautiful and an imbecile might not have the self control it takes not to act out his desires. So he turned the knob aggressively and forcefully propelled the door open with a loud smack. A shirtless Scott turned his head to Jasper as he pinned a topless Daisy by the wrists down on the bed. Jasper ran towards them and slapped Scott on the face knocking him off of her. “Get off her, you Imbecile!” he yelled angrily. He pushed him off the bed and then began attacking him on the floor, bitting and gnawing at his neck and ears. Daisy stood up and threw herself onto Jasper’s back ordering him to stop. “Jasper, no!” she yelled. Scott overpowered him and violently threw him against the wall. The force was so great it took Daisy down to the floor. She screeched in terror with an aghast expression and fell on the ground hitting her head. Jasper quickly regained his footing and took charge at Scott once again, but this time Scott was able to take control of Jasper’s arms. Therefore, Jasper kicked him on the shins a few times.
“What do you think you’re doing!” yelled Daisy from the floor as she covered her exposed chest.
In an ordinary situation, Jasper would’ve taken the time to appreciated Daisy’s breasts, but because he was in a state of shock, he was barely able to notice she was topless. He was so distraught because the only fights he had ever taken part in had been imaginary fights with imaginary Japanese ninjas. So his heart flooded with adrenaline as he gasped in pants. Daisy placed her arms around Jasper’s abdomen from behind and pulled him away from Scott. She noticed how skinny he was while pushing him onto the bed and ordering him to calm down. She then turned her back to Jasper and began searching for her dress under the covers. Once she found it, she slid it back on. As Jasper sat in the edge of the bed, he could only look at Scott with intense wrath.
Daisy took his face with both hands and forced his attention to her. “Calm down, you idiot! What’s your problem? Listen, I’m sorry you had to see that but that’s no reason to act this way! Stop this doltish behavior.” She spoke to him with strict mandate as if she were his mother.
Out of tremendous gasps, he was able to mumble a few words: “He was-he was... [gasp] he was...”
“No, Jasper. I wanted him to. It was consensual, you idiot. He’s my boyfriend, remember?”
Jasper didn’t know what consensual meant but was able to read between the lines. “But... but then why were you yelling like--”
“Ugh! Jasper! Are you stupid? You Imbecile!” She screeched, clinching her fist and shaking it at the ceiling with frustration.
“So you were...”
“Yes-yes, I was!”
“But... you’re not married, Daisy.”
“Jasper, it doesn’t matter. What, were you born yesterday?”
By then, Scott had put his shirt back on and was standing in the corner of the room with his arms crossed watching them with a moronic face.
“You once told me that you were going to wait until--”
“I know what I said! Now, shut-up! Jasper, I am engaged! Not that this should concern you in any way... but if you must know, we are getting married.” Daisy spoke with obvious discomposure.
Scott nodded is head and took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and began to smoke. Jasper and Daisy paused to glare at him for a moment but then continued.
“Oh. I see,” Jasper muttered.
“What, you’re not happy for me? Why, you’re quite rude,” she shrugged.
“No, i am. I mean, congratulations. It just-just came as a surprise--that’s all. I’m sorry about all this. So, when are you getting married?” He looked at the floor with evident disappointment.
Daisy turned over to Scott and took his cigar. “Give me some of that,” she said as she put it in her mouth. She exhaled the smoke and said: “May 22nd. On a Sunday afternoon. At the Chaplin Chapel, downtown. Honey moon in Rome.”
Jasper inhaled deeply and released a sigh, then turned to them and said: “Well, I’ll be getting outta here. I’ll leave you two alone. Sorry.” He began to walk away with an embarrassed composure.
Scott nodded with agreement.
“We’re leaving, Jasper. We can’t stay. Look at Scott’s face,” she said as she caressed it. Scott’s face had been scratched up and a bruise was quickly forming on his cheek. “I don’t want Mrs. Covington to find out what you have done--she’ll spank you,” she said with a smirk. “You never were violent, Jasper. This came as a surprise. I suppose considering your heartfelt intentions, it was kinda sweet. I forgive you.... and so does Scott.” Scott’s eyes brows broadened. “Oh, and don’t tell her i’m getting married, please. I want to tell her myself another day,” she added.
“I-I won’t.”
Daisy left with Scott for the day without further incident.

Afterwards, Jasper went downstairs and found Jeffery busy with the dishes in the kitchen. He took a seat on a chair and greeted him: “Hi Jeffery.”
“Hello there, young master. Happy birthday, son. Good time?”
“Yes, it’s been fun. Thanks.”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothin. I wanted to ask you something.”
“Oh. Well, go on at it. You can ask me anything you’d like. I am quite the walking encyclopedia. You know, I spend most of my time off in my room studying whatever I can. Anthropology is my favorite. Have you been in my room lately? It’s more like a library.” He chuckled as he washed his hands.
“Yes, it is. A museum, rather. You have a buncha weird artifacts laying around.”
Jeffery snickered. “Yes, they are all my findings on the trips I took with your grandfather.”
“Well, this isn’t really an academic matter. It’s more of a family matter... about my grandpa... kinda...”
“Oh bother.” A sort of dread filled the butler’s eyes. “If you want to know about his whereabouts, master, as i’ve told your father countless times, I truly don’t know. You see, the last trip he took, he didn’t mention it to me. I didn’t know about it. In fact, we were supposed to leave to the Bermudas a week after his disappearance. I told the police everything I knew then.... and I certainly don’t know any more now.”
“No, Jeffery. I don’t think you know where he is or what happened to him. This is more about a chest that belonged to him--I think.”
“A chest?”
“Yes, a small chest I found buried in the garden a long time ago--like seven years. I left it in my room one day when I left home but It wasn’t there when I came back.”
“Oh dear, that was a while back. A small chest, you say? It belonged to your grandfather, you say?”
“Yes, a metal chest about the size of a shoe box.”
“Hmm… why yes. I do recall now. It was an odd looking thing. I believe I set it in your closet. Quite heavy. Where did you say you found that thing?” he asked while drying his hands with a cloth.
“I found it in the garden—buried.”
“Buried, you say? Now that’s odd. A treasure?” He took a seat in a chair beside Jasper.
“Hardly. That’s what I thought. I opened it. Just a buncha papers and weird looking seeds. That’s why I forgot about it. It just wasn’t interesting for me before back then, but now, I’m curious as to what it really is. It must be important if he felt the need to bury it. I just don’t understand. He owned banks and the most secure of safes. Why would he bury it in the garden? Me and Daisy think they may be his diaries. Most of it was written in another language, though.”
“Well, your grandfather was a grand linguist. He was fluent in Greek, German, Spanish, all the Latin languages and knew a bit of the indigenous languages of the Americas like Zapotecan and Uto-Aztecan.”
Jasper glared at him in bewilderment. “Huh,” he muttered.
“He was an anthropologist who was fascinated with Mesoamerican cultures. The Aztec, to be specific. Perhaps they are hieroglyphs he was studying.”
“That makes sense. I couldn’t read one word of it… or hieroglyphs,” Jasper said stuttering the