Chapter 9: Memories
Maka's POV:
Unknown to myself, this news seemed to upset and I jerked away from Wes. Completely back to my normal self, I answered,
"What? Wes, how could you be keeping such a huge secret from Soul and I? We both know that he doesn't know about Jamie, and vice versa. What's going on?"
He seemed hurt at my recoil and disapproval, slowly beginning a long explanation, "Well, that's because it wasn't for me to tell. My father had an affair with the maid, and one thing led to the next, and that's when Jamie came along. The maid was fired to keep distance between our family and Jamie. When my father recently told me about Jamie, he said he kept him away, 'to keep us focused on our music.' God I hate that man. Such a jackass." Speaking mostly to himself near the end, he realized I was not impressed. I didn't understand why I was so angry, but I just got up and ran out the door as fast as I could, Wes too stunned to chase after me. I hated him, and I had no idea why. 'Wes didn't do anything to you! Why are you so angry!' I shouted at myself. Then it hit me; Wes got to have two brothers, when I had lost mine at the age of five… I stopped running, not sure where I was anymore. This time, I decided to let the memories flow. As I started to recall the events I had suppressed, my knees buckled and I fell to the ground, consumed by my past.
Normal POV: Flashback
Gently tucking her children in, the mother softly shut the door and smiled to herself. How they both fell asleep instantly was a mystery to her. She traveled down the stairs, and moved into the kitchen. Walking straight to the fridge, the man in the seat behind her went unnoticed. That is, until he spoke,
"Children are so sweet and innocent at that age. Never know when danger is right next to them, no?" Paralyzed in fear, the woman turned slowly, and looked the man in the eyes.
"Leave my house, Jerry. You're not supposed to be here."
"Oh Kami, you never did know how to treat a guest properly. Here, let me show you." He rose from his chair and advanced her way, effectively corning her between himself and the counter. His hands snaked around her waist, and she cringed. Tears formed at her eyes, and he swiped them away. "Why are you so scared of me, sweetie? You know I'm quick, and quiet so as not to disturb the children…"
"Because it isn't fair to Spirit! And I hate you Jerry. That's why, leave my house or I'll call the cops!" Her voice rose, and she shoved the man off of her. Anger flared in his expression and he struck her across the face. Her body had twisted into the counter, and she spotted an abandoned mug. She grabbed it, and turned back, immediately striking him over the head. He fell to the ground, momentarily stunned, and she made a dash for the stairs. He came to his senses and tackled her to the ground, making her scream. She continued to wail, so he jammed a nearby sock in her mouth, effectively choking out her shrieks. The noises coming from her throat were irregular, and desperate. He pulled up her skirt, and down her panties. Pinning her arms to the ground with his own, and her legs trapped under his, he had successfully restrained her to the floor, able to begin his assault. Unbeknownst to both adults, the girl watched from the stairwell silently, unsure of what to do and afraid for herself if she spoke up.
End flashback
This is too hard, at this rate; I'm going to end up in a mental institute if someone wanders by. With little time to reflect on the last one, the next one came crashing into my mind, just as difficult, if not more, than the last.
FB
She sat, fearful and alone in the basement, listening to the shrieks of her family above her. The more feminine scream got louder, and gurgles of pain were heard. Loud crashes and bangs came from the door at the top of the stairs, shadows dancing across at the bottom. She soundlessly rose to her feet and crept to the top of the stairwell, curious and anxious. She placed her ear to the door, and listened. The young boy was wailing,
"Mommy! Mommy please wake up! No! Mommy!" His screams got quieter, and it was clear he was being taken away. She burst through the door, and found her mother in a pool of blood beneath her. Unaware of her mother's condition, she took the cell from her mother's unconscious grip and chased after her brother. Dialing 911, the girl witnessed her uncle throwing her brother in the car, and when he tried to get out, he slammed the door on his arm, earning a howl from the young boy.
"No! Where are you taking Sam! Stop!" Forgetting about the phone in her hand, she ran at the door that Sam was closest to and began tugging on it. Jerry slammed her frail head into the window, and dragged her to the other end. He jammed her inside the car and got inside himself, speeding off to an unknown location.
End Flashback
I could hear my strangled moans and whimpers getting increasingly louder, as I shook harshly, tears overflowing my face and blinding me. I thought I saw someone coming my way, but I had no time to analyze it, the next memory thrown at me.
FB
Coming to some amount of time later, she looked over at her brother, cradling his arm whimpering, and her uncle in the seat in front of them cursing to himself. The feeling of warm sticky fluid on her forehead alerted her, but she was in too much of a daze to figure it out. Her hand crawled towards Sam, trying to gain his attention. He glanced over, and shook his head. She knew he was telling her not to try anything, and she was too far into her stupor to think of anything. She drifted back off to sleep moments later.
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Being harshly ripped from her seat and thrown inside a room had her jolting awake. She stayed completely still, uncertain of her injuries. She heard her brothers screams and tried to sit up right, but couldn't. He was thrown alongside her, landing on his bad arm. Sam cried out, and Jerry struck him, attempting to silence him. Sam continued to whimper and he started relentlessly beating the boy.
"Stop it! Stop it! You monster!" Something she had heard her mother say, Maka cried out and sprang to her feet. She leaped on to his back and tried to pry him from her brother. Jerry, infuriated, tried to rip the girl off of him, and instead got chunks of hair. The pain made her screech each time, and she clung on tighter, trying to duck his ragged hands. Backing into a wall, he slammed his whole body backwards, crushing her. She gasped, and slipped to the ground after losing her grip. She sat there, immobilized while she was forced to watch her uncle beat her brother to death. Tears leaked out of her eyes, and she made herself to get out of there before he came after her. Maka remembered the phone that was in her grasp with the numbers already punched in, and searched for it anywhere on her body while she hid. Locating it, she hit the "Call" button, and patiently waited. A tranquil voice came on the other line, stating her title.
"Hello, operator. How may I help you?"
"Please! My uncle is hurting my brother and I'm hiding and I don't know where I am! Please come find me! I'm so scared!" Maka mumbled, trying to speak under her breath, yet still loud enough to be heard.
"Just relax and stay on the line. The paramedics and police are on their way. Are you in any immediate danger?"
"I don't know. They're in the other room! Please just hel-" She was cut off by the sudden jerk of the door opening. Jerry stood tall and frightening, and she shrieked, trying to dash under his legs. He gripped her by the collar of her dress and threw her outside onto her face. He swiped the phone from the ground and hung up immediately.
Maka inched towards Sam, trying to call him awake. "Sam please, wake up! Wake up Sam!" Her strangled voice came. The boy didn't even twitch. Jerry stormed out and crouched over her, spinning her around to look him in the eyes.
"Now why would you do that, m'dear?" His stony voice breathed, holding tightly onto each of her wrists. It started to hurt her, and she could feel the bones in the base of her hand popping in and out.
"Stop it uncle! You're hurting me." Ignoring her words entirely, he released one of his hands from her arm and punched her repeatedly in the face. And then… it stopped.
"Why did it stop…" Her hoarse voice tried to say, to no avail. The man was ripped from atop her, and commotion was heard in the background. She didn't care anymore, for she immediately fell asleep, wishing the pain would stop. (1)
End flashback
I screamed loudly, clutching my body. I felt myself being raised, and carefully positioned in someone's arms. They carried me away, and I drifted off to a soundless sleep, one more memory playing in my mind.
Flashback
The music flowed softly from the room. The girl followed it, and creaked the door open. A young boy, probably around 15, sat playing the piano beautifully, in her opinion. He sat facing away from her, his white hair shagged down nicely and reflecting the light off brilliantly. She closed her eyes and let the music take her away. She hadn't realized she had started humming along until the music stop. Her eyes snapped open, and lovely scarlet eyes were met with comforting olive ones. She smiled cautiously, and he spoke,
"This is who I am. It'd be cool if you'd be my partner, but if not that's okay."
"Why me…? There are much better looking and prepared meisters out there." Her gaze fell with her meek answer. The boy laughed loudly, and ignoring her comment entirely, continued to speak.
"Come on, silly girl. Let's go get registered. My name is Soul by the way. And you're Maka, correct?" She squealed silently, giddy over his recognition of her. Simply nodding, she followed him out the room and towards the office."
End flashback
Her last memory was the best, being the one where she fell in love with the best boy out there.
