Once again…not lot to say before the chapter. I did update my blog with another video of where my mum is in the Twilight book. Go check that out…outside of that, nothing more to say. Here's chapter 28. Enjoy—Oh…I don't know if you'll need tissues. I didn't really need one…well…yeah I did but I'm sick so it really wasn't because I was crying…so keep tissues handy. If not I always need one lately, stupid allergies.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

The firsts of many…

Jasper's POV

- - - - - Flashback - - - - -

Five years old

I was scared. There was lots of flashes and lots of loud noises coming from outside. Mommy once said that thunderstorms were like God saying he was angry and wants to wash the world clean. That scared me more to know that God must have been very, very angry to make so much light and sound and rain. (AN: seems silly but my mum told me that when I was little before she realized it scared me so she changed it to God was putting on a show that the thunder was the drum and the lightening was the lights.)

CLASH!

I screamed at the thunder. I wanted my mommy. Why did she have to go see Auntie Sharon, Uncle Mathew, and Cousin Rose? Why couldn't she have taken me?

Another lightening hit the sky, lighting my room, causing creepy shadows. I started to cry. I wanted the storm to go away. I wanted God happy. I wanted sleep.

I wasn't sure how long I was crying, I couldn't read the clock yet but I was trying. Mrs. Lowe said I was picking up on time very well. Maybe I would be able to read the clock soon, and then start writing out my name. I knew two letters of my name—J W—which was more than the other kids knew.

Just then the door to my bedroom opened, causing me to scream again. The bedroom door was always closed, mommy said so. She said that in cause of a fire that the door needed to be close so that it didn't spread to my room. She then taught me all the fire safety rules like stop-droll-and-roll…I like the rolling part, the dropping part hurts.

Daddy was standing at the door. I held my arms out for daddy to hold me, like mommy does when I am scared.

"What the hell are you crying for?!" he snapped at me.

I flinched, my hands dropping, and more tears falling down my face.

Daddy growled, grabbing hold of my hand. He pulled me towards the main of the house. I was scared more. What was daddy doing? Why wasn't he comforting me?

Daddy opened the basement door and pointed inside.

"Get," he said, pointing down the stairs.

I cried harder. I didn't want to go down there. It was scary.

He growled and took me down the stairs. He placed me on the hard ground, gripping my tiny shoulders, as he said, "You'll stay here until you stop crying like a brat."

And then he was gone, leaving me crying harder, leaving me more scared, leaving me in the darkest room in the house that had no windows and only one door out as a storm ranged all around.

- - - - - End of Flashback - - - - -

I was staring at my hands when I finished the first of many tales about my father. I could still remember the musky dirty smell of the basement.

Alice remained quiet for a moment. "That's why you didn't go down to the basement two weeks ago to help the guys bring up the Christmas tree," she whispered.

I nodded. "Till this day, I refuse to go down into a basement, alone or other wise."

Alice took both of my hands into hers and squeezed.

"That's not all…is it?" she asked, leaning down to look at me.

I shook my head.

"I was ten, when my dad…"

- - - - - Flashback - - - - -

Ten years old

I stared at the book, trying my hardest to read. I didn't like reading, found it dull and boring. I liked inside being outdoors than in. And it showed when my teacher, Ms. Boyers told me I was in a second grade reading level. My mum was very supportive, trying to read to me when ever she could, which meant a lot of bedtime stories whenever she was home. Dad was away lots now that he was doing something for the government, I like to think he is a spy or something with amount of time he's away.

"Try again Jasper," my reading coach, Ms. Sydney said, touching my shoulder.

I stumbled over the words, trying to get each word right. I finished the sentence and looked up. Ms. Sydney was smiling as she nodded her head to show that I got it right.

"Yes," I said, throwing my arms in the air.

"Did Jasper get it right?" my mommy asked, looking at us as she walked into the kitchen.

"Yes ma'am," the woman said, smiling at mommy. "Stumbled a bit but he got the words right this time."

"Watch momma," I said, looking down at the page again and reread it slowly.

I looked up at mommy, who was smiling at me, her eyes all wet.

Just then the front door opened, and I could hear the boots coming off in the entry way. I froze. Daddy was home.

"Dick, I didn't know you were going to be home," mommy said, turning around to see daddy standing at the threshold between the kitchen and the living room.

"I got back early, and what's this?" he asked, pointing at me.

"Jasper's reading," mommy said.

"Reading what?" Daddy said, walking over to pick up the book I was reading. "Hell this…this is a second grade reading book. What the hell is my 5th grade son reading a 2nd grade book for?"

"Dick," Mommy said, warningly.

"And what's this black woman doing here?"

"Excuse me?" Ms. Sydney said, standing. "First off my skin isn't black, it's more of a chocolate color than black. If anything is 'black' around here, it's your hair." She pointing at daddy's hair. "And my name is Ms. Sydney. I'm Jasper's reading coach."

Daddy just growled at her, pointed one finger towards the door, and said furiously, "Out."

"With pleasure you evil butt," she said, gathering her jacket and things.

"Ms. Sydney," I said, standing.

"Sit down," Daddy snapped at me, his angry eyes on me.

I sat down.

We waited until we heard the front door opened and closed before anyone talked. I remained quiet as I thought. Ms. Sydney was gone.

"Dick, please, he needs a reading coach."

"He wouldn't get one. My son is stupid, he'll remain stupid then."

Mommy gasped. "Our son isn't stupid, he's just who is he."

"Woman, he's 10 years old and he reads like a God dang 7 year old. He's stupid."

"He's not stupid!"

"It's probably your fault when you dropped him as a baby!"

"Dick!"

"He's probably not my son anyways, some ass that you sleep—"

"You know that's not true!"

"How the hell—"

I covered my ears, trying to block out the sound as daddy and mommy fought. They started to fight a lot more now, most of the time when I went to bed when they thought I was asleep.

Just then daddy smacked mommy and everything when silent. I stared wide eyed at them. Daddy's hand went right across mommy's face. Mommy was clutching at the side where he hit her, her eyes staring right daddy.

- - - - - End of Flashback - - - - -

"He hit your mother?" Alice gasped.

I nodded, remembering the hurt that my mom showed on her face.

"I made a promise to myself, after seeing my dad hit my mom, that I would never hit any woman, no matter what," I whispered.

"Oh Jazzy," Alice said, hugging me.

I looked down at her, her arms around my waist. It felt right, like I could tell her…anything…

I gently pushed her away. When I saw her eyes were filled with hurt, I whispered, "I have more to tell you."

I slowly undid my shirt, her eyes going wide. When all the buttons were undone, I slowly took off my shirt and showed her the scars.

"Oh my God," she whispered, brushing her fingers along one of the scars on my shoulder. She looked up at me. "What's happened to you Jasper?"


Alice just seems to know EXACTLY what needs to be asked. What has happened to Jasper that he's got the scars? Well…the faster you review, the more people wanting to know, the faster I'll post…

Well what are you waiting for? Get reviewing. Like I said, more people who review the faster I'll post. And come on, who doesn't want a double post today? –sad face– Yes that was my sad puppy dog look. –Gives look again– You can't resist this look…

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