WARNING: This story contains abuse, bad language, and slight sexual abuse…but I won't go into detail.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
( Jasper P.o.v) he's only 13.
I cried out as my drunken step-father bashed my head into the refrigerator.
YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" he roared.
"I FEED YOU AND GIVE YOU A PLACE TO SLEEP! AND YOU TREAT ME LIKE SHIT!" he said every word with a kick to any part of my body he could.
Then, he grabbed me by the collar of my already torn shirt and pulled me to where I was eye- to –eye with him.
He dropped his beer bottle and used his fist to punch me in the face.
I screamed as I felt my lip burst open.
" You pathetic wimp, I'm embarrassed to call you me son." He said as he dropped me in the broken glass that was his beer bottle.
I watched as he wobbled up our stairs.
I fell back with a groan on the glass that was now covered in my blood.
I'm sure I fell asleep on there.
I woke up around 5:45.
I walked up the stairs and winced with every step.
My entire body hurt.
I finally got to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I cringed at how hard the pressure would be on my already bruised flesh.
I slowly stripped naked and looked at myself.
I let out a moan of despair as I saw the many bruises, burn, and the scars.
I sighed.
I got in the shower but tried to avoid the water.
I stuck my head under the water and soaked it.
Then I grabbed the shampoo and conditioner of the shelf and washed my hair as fast as I could.
I rinsed it out and saw red on the shower floor.
I threw my head back and let out a moan.
I saw probably a half a gallon of dried blood on my body.
I grabbed the soap and a washcloth and lightly scrubbed the blood off.
It didn't hurt as much as I cooled the water down.
I smiled at how good it felt.
I stuck my head out and saw it was 6:34 and I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.
I walked down the hall to my bedroom as quietly as possible.
I pulled on a long sleeved gray shirt that said 'Brokencyde' on it and some baggy grey-ish blue jeans.
I walked down stairs and pulled on my thick black boots that made me look like a punk.
I brushed my shaggy blonde hair with my fingers and grabbed an apple.
I ate half of it, threw it away and ran back upstairs to get my backpack and cell phone.
I grabbed a key to the house and booked it outside.
Once out there, I texted my friend and asked if his brother could give me a ride.
He said it was ok and to meet them at block buster which was just two blocks away.
I walked about halfway there when I heard a car behind me and saw my friend and his brother.
"Hey Jasper, come on." My friend, Gregory, said opening the door for me.
I smiled.
"Thanks for the ride, Jeremy." I told his brother.
Man, I sounded like shit.
Suddenly, their smiles turned into frowns.
Dude, you really need to call the cops or somethin'. I hate seein' you like this." Gregory said.
Gregory and Jeremy are the only ones who know about my dad, Fredric.
I made them promise not to tell anyone.
They are like my brothers.
I just shook my head violently and that caused me to give myself a head-ache.
I groaned grabbing my head.
Greg, that's Gregory's nickname, sighed and rummaged through his backpack.
Then he pulled out some Advil.
He handed me the bottle.
I took it and was about to dry swallow when….
NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DRY SWALLLOW BECAUSE IF YOU CHOKE I WILL NEVER BE YOUR FRIEND AGAIN! Plus the fact that you might mess up my interior." Jeremy said handing me a half empty water bottle.
I laughed and took it.
I took the Advil and rested my head on the window.
Greg grabbed my head and brought it to his lap.
It wasn't weird that he did that.
He always tried to help me.
He was just a good natured person and wanted to help.
I closed my eyes and pretty soon I was asleep.
I dreamt of the night my mom died.
DREAM…
I was only 9 years old.
"FREDRIC STOP!" my mother, Eliza, screamed and my father punched me over and over again in the stomach and the face.
SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID CUNT!" he screamed and dropped me.
He walked up to my mom and slapped her.
He pushed her down and grabbed a knife and cut off all of her clothes.
She laid there naked as my sick step-dad stared down at her.
Licking his lips he grabbed her and licked up her stomach.
He raped her and his back was to me so I didn't see that.
Thank god!
When he stopped he punched her.
Her eyes were tear stained and she put up with it.
My mother was a strong woman and my dad obviously had enough.
He grabbed a knife and dragged her to she was in front of me and before he plunged the knife in her heart she managed to get out.. ' Jasper I lov- ' AHHHHHHHHHHHH
END OF DREAM
I woke up screaming and crying.
I noticed that the car was pulled over in to the forest of Forks.
"Jasper, Jasper are you OK?" Jeremy said frantically.
Did you have the dream again?" Greg asked.
I nodded and he hugged me tightly.
I didn't care that he was hugging me.
To come clean, he was like my dad more than a friend but he wasn't all thing about me and stuff, not to mention that he was 16 and I was 13. He got held back and is in 8th grade with me.
He purposely asked if he could stay behind.
He didn't
"How about we don't go to school today. Jasper isn't doin' so well." Jeremy said taking the keys out of the car.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
They nodded.
"Won't your parents get mad?" I asked.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, we moved out, so now Jeremy is in charge of me." Greg said smiling brightly.
I nodded and my eyes got heavy.
"Sleep Jasper, you need it." Greg said.
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I wanna give out a thanks to Icy Actress!
All of her abuse stories inspired me!
So….
THANK YOU, ICY!