Disclaimer: I wish I owned it but I don't….Chris is still cute thought!!
Author comes in, being chased by people waving torches and pitchforks "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!! Back, back!! I've got a compromise" Crowd puts stuff down "Ok my solution to this being similar to Madison's is this: I wait for her to put out her part, then(after this part, if they're similar) I change mine as much as I can with out destroying my story completely. Ok?" Murmurs go through the crowd "But we have to wait!!" *Sweatdrop* You just can't win, can you?" *Miyo is run off stage*
JAMIE ABUSE-2
Jamie awoke the next morning. 'I feel like I've been run over by my motorcycle' he thought while opening his eyes. The first thing that came into focus was the clock that read 7:15."Oh crap, I'm going to be late," he said to himself, and despite his bodies protests got up from the doorway and got ready for school, limping slightly.
After a quick shower he looked at himself in the mirror. A large bruise was forming on his right eye and there was a bump on top of his head. Jamie carefully combed his hair over the bump and hoped people would chalk up his black eye to a fight or something.
Running all the way to school, he just barely made it in before the bell rang and quickly slid into his homeroom seat. His ribs didn't enjoy the run, however, and were making their disapproval known with every torturous breath he took. The teenager willed himself to stay conscious, as the pain would have surely made him pass out again.
--End of the school day--
The final bell rang and the halls were suddenly full of running screaming kids. Jamie moved carefully towards his locker, trying not to run into anyone. While his limp had all but disappeared, his cracked ribs had been in agony all day.
Just as he reached his locker, Caitie came walking towards him. "Hey." he said still rummaging through his locker. "Hey," she echoed. "Are you ok?" she asked, noticing his black eye.
" I'm fine " He said closing his locker. "Just got in a fight, that's all". "With another 8 year old?" , she teased, jabbing him in the ribs, causing him to let out an involuntary gasp of pain and clutch his side, breathing heavily(Run-on or what;-). "OH God, I'm sorry!" she said, wrapping her arm around him. "That must have been some fight you got into." "You have no idea," Jamie replied through clenched teeth.
"Come on," she said, helping him to the door " I can fix you up at my house"
"Val taught me some first aid," she stated, quickly quieting his protests," so I won't be flying blind. It's also better than having you crawling around here like some wounded animal." Jamie was no mood to argue and allowed himself to be led towards her home.
Inside, Caitie helped him to the couch then ran off to find the first aid kit. Upon returning, she came to a realization that made her blush slightly. "Um...Jamie...you're going to have to take your shirt off." The teen felt his own cheeks growing hot. "Oh….right" Jamie gently pulled off his T-shirt. Caitie's hands instantly went to her mouth. Besides his torso being completely black and blue, it was covered with scars and multiple burn marks.
"Who did this to you?"" Like I said I got in a fight." "With a curling iron? Jamie!" He sighed. "My dad," he said quietly. "Scott?!" He nodded mutely.
" How come you never said anything?!" she asked angrily. The boy did not reply. "Jamie?" she tried again, cautiously. "Can we just get this over with?" he asked impatiently.
Caitie finished bandaging Jamie's ribs about a half-hour later. "Thanks," he said, standing up to leave. " and please Caitie, PLEASE don't tell and one. I can handle this on my own. Promise me you won't tell." he said in a pleading tone. The black haired girl only bit her lip and turned away, refusing to meet his gaze. Jamie only sighed, and walked out the door.
*The next day at school*
Jamie sat alone on a bench in the boys locker room after gym. His dad had used the iron last night, so changing clothes was taking forever.
"So Caitie was right." Tyler said, stepping out of the shadows. Jamie sighed inwardly. "She's got big mouth." "She was only telling me what you wouldn't" the other boy defended, sitting down. "She's just worried about you. So am I. Why didn't you tell anyone sooner?"
"I can handle it," was all Jamie said. " You call 3 cracked ribs handling it?"
"I'll be fine." Jamie said through clenched teeth. " No need to get involved."
"But he could end up killing you!"
"I'm 16, I can handle it, Tyler!" " But that's my point! Your 16! You shouldn't HAVE to handle it!" his friend yelled in frustration. Jamie just looked at the floor for a while then left the room.
Returning home that night he peered around the room, looking for his Dad. "Dad?" he called quietly, "Dad?". Jamie was about to let out a sigh of relief, when his dad came out of his room, crack pipe in hand. "Where you been boy?" Jamie furrowed his brow. "What do you mean? It's only 3:30"
"Don't get smart with me boy!" "Whatever," he mumbled walking down the hall. "Stupid drugie fagot." Scott's doped up eyes grew wide. "What did you call me?!" he screamed in rage. The boy turned around. "A FAGOT!" He yelled defiantly. "Which is what you are! Your doped up half the time, you always…"was all he could get out, before he was body slammed into the nearest door.
"You need a lesson in respect, you little terd!" he shrieked with ever-growing anger. "I'm your elder and therefore I am SMARTER then YOU WILL EVER BE! I am ALSO stronger than you are and I will always be BETTER than you! DO-YOU-UN-DER-ST-AND!!" He said, punctuating each word by jamming him into the wall so hard that Jamie was getting whiplash.
"Damn you" the boy whispered through his pain. "Damn you to hell"
The older man smiled evilly. "Well if I'm going, I want you to go first." And with that Scott picked up the teen and threw him into the hallway mirror. Jamie hit and broke the mirror into pieces, before falling to the ground, motionless.
*Outside*
Tyler stood out side the door and knocked. Ever since his talk with Jamie he'd had a sense of foreboding about him. It was probably just paranoia, but he decided to check on him, just to be safe. When no one answered, he tried the door and found it was unlocked. The blonde walked in just in time to see Scott hurl his offspring into the mirror at the end of the hallway.
"JAMIE!" he said running over to his friend. Blood was running from the backs of his head and is body was covered in cuts from the glass. "This is how you handle it huh?" He asked the unconscious teen, bitterly. Anger over whelmed his senses and before he knew it Scott was on the floor also and his hand was throbbing from hitting him square in the jaw.
" Hang on Jamie, I'll get help."
(A/n: I know that last part seemed a little gay but believe me, there is NOTHING between Tyler and Jamie except friendship.)