"Izzy, here. I got us some dinner for the night." 16 year-old Jonathon Good handed a cup of noodles to his 9 year-old sister, Isabella. "It's not much, but it'll do or ya." He said. Their mother had gone out late again and couldn't care less about leaving dinner for the children. Id it weren't for Jon, Isabella would be starving for days, or worse.
"Thanks, Jon." Isabella smiled as she accepted the cup of noodles. Then she frowned, noticing Jon wasn't joining in. "Aren't you having any?" She asked, offering him some her food.
Jon shook his head, gently pushing the cup of noodles back to her. "No, that's ok, Is." He declined. "That's for you. I can go another night without eating. You enjoy that, okay?" He smiled at her.
"Okay, thanks Jon." Isabella thanked him once more. She went on to eat the cup of noodles. "I have homework to do. It's spelling. Can you help me, Jon?" She asked as she threw away the now empty cup in the trash bin.
"Yeah, of course. Let me clean up a little and I'll meet you in your room." Jon said and Isabella grabbed her school bag on the way to her room. In the meantime, Jon began to pick up around the house. Until there came a knock at the door. "Who's there?" He called, but no answer came. Jon groaned then went to answer the door. "I asked who's-"
"Jonathan..." Their mother's boyfriend said, and by the looks of it he was drunk. "Your mother called me to come over to watch you and..." He hiccupped. "...your sister."
Jon groaned. "No thank you, David. You're drunk, and even if you were sober, we're good here. So goodnight." He said, about to slam the door but David stopped it with his foot.
"Now listen here you little sh*t! Your mother asked me to come by!" He made his way through the door, pushing Jon up against the wall. "I'm not gonna take any of your bullsh*t!"
"Jon!" Isabella yelled in horror, which caught the man's attention. She had always feared David, because he would always attempt to do sexual things with her.
"Ah, Isabella. There you are sweet princess." David smirked, making advances towards the 9 year-old.
With the attention off of him, Jon jumped onto the man's back and beat him to the ground. Being trained in wrestling, he knew how to give a good beating. "Don't you ever, EVER, lay a hand on MY SISTER!" Jon yelled as he threw continuous hard punches at David's face, leaving him in a bloody pulp. He then proceeded to kick him in the gut.
"J-Jon, stop...please."
Jon looked up to see Isabella as she watched in terror. He ran over to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Is...I-I'm sorry you had to see that. But, I couldn't let him have touched you." He said.
"It's not the first time, Jon. He has...he done things to me. Things...I will never forget." Isabella said, snuggling into Jon's arms.
"What?! Isabella, how come you never told me?!" Jon asked furiously.
"He threatened to hurt me, and you. I couldn't let that happen to you." She said, letting her face be buried into his chest.
Jon sighed. "Izzy, I's rather him hurt me thank you." He said, gently rubbing her back. "I can take a couple blows."
"What the heck?! What happened here?!" Jon and Isabella's mother yelled as she entered the apartment room.. She looked down at her boyfriend. "Jon did this?!" She questioned.
"Yes, I did. And I had a good reason to. Did you know your boyfriend had been sexually abusing your daughter for months? Huh?!" Now it was Jon's turn to be asking the questions.
"No, but it's her own fault for letting him do that to her."
"She's F*CKING 9 YEARS OLD! You expect her to be able to defend herself?!" Jon yelled at their mom. He balled up his hands into a fist, clenching his jaw tightly. "You're not fit to be a mother! You go out every damn night with your crack addicted friends, not giving two sh*ts about your kids! If it weren't for me having a job, supporting this family, Isabella would probably be in foster care, or out on the streets!"
"Watch your mouth, young man! Let me remind you that I am your mother!" She argued back with her oldest son.
"Yeah, but not a good one at that! She's be better off with me taking care of her myself." Jon finished before heading into Isabella's room. She was crying in the corner of her room. "Is?"
"I...I wanna get out of this place. I wanna leave, Jon." Isabella sobbed, running into Jon's arms as soon as he stepped into the room.
Jon sighed. "I'm taking you with me, Is. I start my indy wrestling career in a couple of days. Grab your things." He said, in a low whisper so they wouldn't be heard.
"What? T-That's great Jon! I'm so happy for you...I knew you would make it. When do you..?"
"Shh. Don't ask any more questions until later. Just get your stuff. We're getting out of here and staying with a friend until then. Now, go." Jon said as he grabbed his already packed backpack hanging in the closet.
"Okay, just give me a second" Isabella said as she started to pack a couple of her clothes, notebooks, and pencils. She also packed some snacks, incase her and Jon got hungry on the way, and a stuffed animal Jon won for her at a local Cincinnati fair. "Okay, I'm ready Jon. Let's get going." She said, taking hold of his hand tightly.
Jon smiled down at her, squeezing her hand even more. They made advances towards the door...
"Hey...Hey! Where do you think you kids are going?!" Their mother called from the couch, letting out a puff of smoke.
Jon looked at her with a disgusted look. "We're leaving this dump of a place. I'm taking her on the road with me. Not that you care anyways." He said, opening the door. "Let's go, Is." Jon lead her out the door, with their mother yelling after them...