Post by Night Queen on Feb 14, 2005 19:37:01 GMT -5
Title: The Truth
Author:Me
Origanla or fanfin: Origanal
Notes: Till the last few paragraphs, this is true. It's been stuck in me, and I need to get it out. All of this happened in Nov. And I'm sick of keeping the secret. Here it is, for a part of the world!
Jessie Adams was glad her brother was paying so close attention to the game. If he hadn’t been, he would probably have kicked her and Ian out of his room. Then how would they have fun? Cause that’s what they were having. Switching off the second controller, each would try to distract the one playing, by tickling, poking, and other more devious and flirtatious methods. She was defiantly glad Nick was into his part of the game.
But she was worried, her parents were fighting again, and she was trying to keep her boyfriend out of it. Trust was something she had long since lost in her father, and she didn’t want Ian hurt.
Anger filled her at the thought of her father, but she brushed it off. Schitzo. That’s what she swore he was. Seeing things that not there, creating some “boyfriend” for her mom, then getting angry about it. And violent. They had even had to call the police on him once before, but her mom always took him back, forgave him. It disgusted her.
Tonight, once again, her mom had been hurt, she had seen it, but thought that the police were gonna be called. Apparently they hadn’t been, but the also was nothing new/ Her dad had flung her brother to the ground, tried to seriously injure her brother when he wouldn’t let her dad near her mom, and flung her to the ground. The police hadn’t been called them either
Suddenly, a scream pierced the air. All three occupants of the bedroom flew out into the hallway, just in time to see Sarah, Jessie’s sister, go for the phone, as her dad got off the face down, prone figure of her mother. Dropping the shirt he had been holding, he scurried past them to his room.
Jessie couldn’t breath. Why wasn’t her mother moving? Oh god, was she dead? Please no!
At that moment, her mom slowly rose, coughing. Sarah helped her up, while franticly talking to the 911 operator.
“Please, hurry. My dad just tried to strangle my mom!” Sarah babbled into the phone, clearly in shock. She was barely able to tell the necessary info the woman on the phone. Jessie had to remind her where they lived.
“My arm, it’s numb. I can’t-I-I can’t feel my arm.” Hallie, Jessie’s mom, mumbled, “ I-I can’t feel it.”<br> Ian went over to her, and started to ask her about it. Where it was numb and such. He knew a little about that kind of stuff. Meanwhile, Jessie ran outside to get her dad’s license number, just in case he left, on request of the operator. Then, all that was left to do was wait for the police to arrive. It didn’t take long.
About four showed up at first. One went to talk with Jessie’s dad, another to her mom, and the reaming two talked to her siblings, Ian and her. The one in charge was the one talking to Hallie. Henry was in such a state, he didn’t even act nice for the cops. Instead, he began to make threats, and they called in backup to remove him from the premises, and an Aid car for her mom. While all this was happening, the two officers that stayed with them from the start, began to question the youths. And the story of what had happened came out.
After Jessie had herded Ian back into her brother’s room, Hallie and Sarah decided to burn a painting Hallie had been making for Henry, and one of Henry’s favorite shirts. And why not, her dad had burned a lot more before, in one of his rages. While they were burning the painting, Henry came out, grabbed his shirt, and used it to strangle Jessie’s mom. Sarah had jumped on his back, to try and stop him, yelling at him. But it wasn’t until she bit him that he let up. That’s when Jessie had come out.
After that, all was in confusion, the aid car left, all made statements, and Henry Adams was taken out in handcuffs. While Jessie and the rest made tea, the cops finished up the remaining loose ends with her mom. It was about all Jessie could do. Well, that and shake. In shock, Jessie sat on the loveseat for a long time, wrapped up in blankets, and Ian. She was glad he was there, else she would have been sitting on the loveseat along, shaking and freezing. They ended up falling asleep like that for a time. Ian woke up first, and was going to carry her to her room, but she woke as he moved. Sarah, Nick, and Hallie were in Hallie’s room talking. They all decided to watch a movie to distract them, so Jessie put in Digimon. She had gotten it from the library, and even though she was sixteen, she loved Digimon. They made a marathon of it. At about midnight, all went to bed. Ian was staying over, as he needed a ride to school the next day, so he camped out with a sleeping bag in the living room. As Jessie fell asllep, she thought it might finally be over, he might finally be truly gone. She was wrong. About a week later, he was back. He said he was gonna get counseling, that he had changed. He didn’t , and he hadn’t. No one believed Jessie though. They even got mad when she refused to get in the car with him, and said she would rather ride the bus. Jessie was told not to tell anyone, to keep what her father had did, no what he was doing, a secret. It tore her up. People acted like she had no serious problems, they didn’t believe anything could be that bad for her. But it was. Envy and depression were her new friends. They filled her. Envy that the youths around her had such innocence, while she knew to much of the world. That her inner self was shattered. Depression because she couldn’t speak of what had happened. She hated herself, she hated the world, and she hated life. She constantly thought of ending it, of releasing the pain. But she was to scared, and hated herself more for this fear. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally felt the strength to end it fill her soul. Sitting on her bed, she took the she had stolen from her boyfriend, and slit her right arm straight down the center, splitting the artery there. Repeating this motion on her left arm, she looked down at what she had done. As she watched in a haze of pain as the blood pooled on her lap and bed, she knew no more.