Trouble at Home, Chapter 2
*All disclaimers apply*
Warning: Angst this chapter!!!!
Author's notes: Well, here's chapter two!! I hope everyone's liking it so far, I'm having a great time writing it! Sorry about the Katie/Catie thing in the first chapter, stupid me, I realized my mistake right after I posted the story! And just another quick note; I'm sorry if I posted this at a bad time, (like too many Jamie abuse fics, etc) but I had the idea a couple of weeks ago, and I had to write before I got bored with the idea, that's just how I am, very fickle!
Chapter 2
Jamie held his breath as he quietly opened the front door. To his relief, his father was passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of beer in his hand. Jamie lightly walked to his room and put his books down. He wasn't due at the station for an hour, but he figured he could get there early and start on his homework or something. The bottom line was that he wasn't going to stay in that house if he could help it.
He left quickly, and started to walk towards the station. He pulled his leather jacket tighter around him as he walked against the brisk cold wind.
It was really obvious that Katie was suspecting something, and that was not a good sign. He had worked so hard to keep his situation a secret, no one had the slightest idea that when he was out from school for a couple of days, he wasn't 'sick'. No one knew that those signatures on report cards and notes weren't that of Mr. Waite. Everyone thought that that occasional black eye was the result from a trouble making teen always getting into fights. No one knew, and Jamie knew that no one cared..............
He bitterly wiped a tear from his eye. 'Real men don't cry' he thought to himself and remembered the blow that came from his father after that comment. It was pretty tough to not cry, to not limp, and to keep a straight face when his dad used Jamie as his personal punching bag.
"Gosh, stop thinking about it." He chiding himself as he neared the station. "It's time to be Jamie Waite; to show no emotion, to act like you don't care, and to be the trouble maker that you were born to be." It really did take a audible phsyching up just to put on his little charade sometimes. He quickened his steps, only to reach the station quicker so he wouldn't have to dwell on his problems. He never thought that he'd actually like being an EMT, but that seemed to be the only thing that brought meaning into his life, it made him feel like, well, like he was needed. But at times he felt like he wasn't even wanted there. Sure, Val, Tyler, and Hank acted like they needed him, but he decided that they really didn't like him.
But then there was Catie. He thought she was the coolest person he knew, but there was something about her, it was like she was untouchable. Plus, he was just a Sophomore, and she was a Junior. She probably didn't want a relationship with him, it was just his luck.
He sighed with relief when he reached the station. He stepped inside, hoping to escape his maddening thoughts. It was time to make a difference.
"Hey everybody," he attempted to smile as he walked into the main room. 'Go away thoughts!' he screamed inside his head, he just couldn't stop thinking about everything.
Of course Val, Tyler and Hank were talking about the ceremony the next day. Jamie shook his head and rolled his eyes as he flopped down on one of the couches. "You guys are making way too big of a deal out of this." he exclaimed.
"Oh and like you can't say that you're excited?" Val asked, an amused look on her face.
"Actually, I'm not. In fact, I don't wanna go."
"Jamie, for goodness sake, we're being honored. You can't just not go." Tyler added.
"Yeah, well, I'm going; but only because Catie's coming with me. I don't want to like, er, stand her up or anything." Jamie replied.
"Oh, yeah, Catie," Val smiled suspiciously. "Of course, you can't stand her up or anything. Especially since you LIKE HER!!" She grinned mischievously.
"What? I do not like Catie," Jamie protested.
Hank laughed. "Sure you don't."
"I don't, really, I don't," It was getting hard for Jamie to defend himself. Fortunately for him, the alarm rang and the squad raced out to the ambulance, their thoughts suddenly focused on the task ahead.
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It was late when Jamie finally ventured home. He thought that was a good thing, his dad would probably be asleep. But, just to be safe, he quietly walked into the house.
"Is that you BOY!!!!" An angry voice screamed as soon as he walked into the house.
Jamie flinched. He didn't even want to think about what was coming.
"Answer me boy!!!!"
"Um, yes sir, I'm home." Jamie replied as he headed towards his room. He was almost there when two strong arms grabbed him and spun him around, to where he was face to face with his father.
"Where you been boy??!!!" Mr. Waite's tall husky frame bent down until he was eye to eye with his quivering son.
"I, I was working." Jamie replied softly, reeling back slightly from his father's alcohol stenched breath.
"Oh, you were working, huh?" Mr. Waite's fist connected squarely with Jamie's jaw, knocking him down. He picked his son back up by his shirt, and shoved him against the wall. "You don't need to work, boy! You do productive things, like clean the house, and do those dishes." He threw Jamie on the hard wood floor. Jamie's lip was split and bleeding, and as he tried to sit up, his father's heavy work boot pushed roughly down on his chest.
Jamie couldn't breathe. He struggled, but there was no way he could stand up to his 6'3", 250 pound father. Everything was getting blurry, but not from his lack of air, but from the tears that were brimming in his eyes. Unfortunately, his father noticed, and growled angrily.
"If I've told you once, I'm told you million times!" He yelled, kicking Jamie. "Real," he kicked. "men," he kicked harder, "Don't cry!" He finished with a hard kick to Jamie's kneecap, causing the already bruised and bleeding teen to cry out in pain. Upon hearing the cry, Mr. Waite picked up the half unconscious Jamie, and threw him against the wall. Jamie felt his head hit the sheetrock with a loud crack, and then everything went black.
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"uhhgg," Jamie struggled to open his eyes. He didn't know why his head was throbbing at first, but then the events of the previous night came flooding back. The only thing he could think of was to get to his bedroom and lock the door, ASAP. That's what he normally did. If he just laid in bed for a couple of days, usually he was able to get up and go back to school. His father never even thought about him unless he saw Jamie, and it was usually easy to avoid the beatings. They were bad, but he could never remember one as bad as what his father had dished out the night before.
But the important thing was to get into his bedroom. He couldn't walk, his right kneecap was definitely broken, if not shattered. Everything hurt, and it took him nearly an hour to drag himself down the hallway and into his room. When he got there, he felt nauseous, and was barely able to reach the bathroom before he promptly threw up. With every heave he felt his broken ribs jab inside of his chest, and the pain was so terrible that he started to see stars. When he felt like there was nothing left to throw up, he glanced down at the toilet, and saw blood. "Oh that can't be good" he muttered. But he felt like there wasn't anything he could do about it, so he slowly made his way to his bed. He finally was able to pull himself up on top of the comforter. It was cold outside, and the heat wasn't on, but his fatigue was so strong that once his head hit the pillow he was unconscious, his maimed body spread out on the twin sized bed.
Oooooo, is it getting good? Well, the more feedback, the better chance of a new chapter soon..............
*All disclaimers apply*
Warning: Angst this chapter!!!!
Author's notes: Well, here's chapter two!! I hope everyone's liking it so far, I'm having a great time writing it! Sorry about the Katie/Catie thing in the first chapter, stupid me, I realized my mistake right after I posted the story! And just another quick note; I'm sorry if I posted this at a bad time, (like too many Jamie abuse fics, etc) but I had the idea a couple of weeks ago, and I had to write before I got bored with the idea, that's just how I am, very fickle!
Chapter 2
Jamie held his breath as he quietly opened the front door. To his relief, his father was passed out on the couch, an empty bottle of beer in his hand. Jamie lightly walked to his room and put his books down. He wasn't due at the station for an hour, but he figured he could get there early and start on his homework or something. The bottom line was that he wasn't going to stay in that house if he could help it.
He left quickly, and started to walk towards the station. He pulled his leather jacket tighter around him as he walked against the brisk cold wind.
It was really obvious that Katie was suspecting something, and that was not a good sign. He had worked so hard to keep his situation a secret, no one had the slightest idea that when he was out from school for a couple of days, he wasn't 'sick'. No one knew that those signatures on report cards and notes weren't that of Mr. Waite. Everyone thought that that occasional black eye was the result from a trouble making teen always getting into fights. No one knew, and Jamie knew that no one cared..............
He bitterly wiped a tear from his eye. 'Real men don't cry' he thought to himself and remembered the blow that came from his father after that comment. It was pretty tough to not cry, to not limp, and to keep a straight face when his dad used Jamie as his personal punching bag.
"Gosh, stop thinking about it." He chiding himself as he neared the station. "It's time to be Jamie Waite; to show no emotion, to act like you don't care, and to be the trouble maker that you were born to be." It really did take a audible phsyching up just to put on his little charade sometimes. He quickened his steps, only to reach the station quicker so he wouldn't have to dwell on his problems. He never thought that he'd actually like being an EMT, but that seemed to be the only thing that brought meaning into his life, it made him feel like, well, like he was needed. But at times he felt like he wasn't even wanted there. Sure, Val, Tyler, and Hank acted like they needed him, but he decided that they really didn't like him.
But then there was Catie. He thought she was the coolest person he knew, but there was something about her, it was like she was untouchable. Plus, he was just a Sophomore, and she was a Junior. She probably didn't want a relationship with him, it was just his luck.
He sighed with relief when he reached the station. He stepped inside, hoping to escape his maddening thoughts. It was time to make a difference.
"Hey everybody," he attempted to smile as he walked into the main room. 'Go away thoughts!' he screamed inside his head, he just couldn't stop thinking about everything.
Of course Val, Tyler and Hank were talking about the ceremony the next day. Jamie shook his head and rolled his eyes as he flopped down on one of the couches. "You guys are making way too big of a deal out of this." he exclaimed.
"Oh and like you can't say that you're excited?" Val asked, an amused look on her face.
"Actually, I'm not. In fact, I don't wanna go."
"Jamie, for goodness sake, we're being honored. You can't just not go." Tyler added.
"Yeah, well, I'm going; but only because Catie's coming with me. I don't want to like, er, stand her up or anything." Jamie replied.
"Oh, yeah, Catie," Val smiled suspiciously. "Of course, you can't stand her up or anything. Especially since you LIKE HER!!" She grinned mischievously.
"What? I do not like Catie," Jamie protested.
Hank laughed. "Sure you don't."
"I don't, really, I don't," It was getting hard for Jamie to defend himself. Fortunately for him, the alarm rang and the squad raced out to the ambulance, their thoughts suddenly focused on the task ahead.
********
It was late when Jamie finally ventured home. He thought that was a good thing, his dad would probably be asleep. But, just to be safe, he quietly walked into the house.
"Is that you BOY!!!!" An angry voice screamed as soon as he walked into the house.
Jamie flinched. He didn't even want to think about what was coming.
"Answer me boy!!!!"
"Um, yes sir, I'm home." Jamie replied as he headed towards his room. He was almost there when two strong arms grabbed him and spun him around, to where he was face to face with his father.
"Where you been boy??!!!" Mr. Waite's tall husky frame bent down until he was eye to eye with his quivering son.
"I, I was working." Jamie replied softly, reeling back slightly from his father's alcohol stenched breath.
"Oh, you were working, huh?" Mr. Waite's fist connected squarely with Jamie's jaw, knocking him down. He picked his son back up by his shirt, and shoved him against the wall. "You don't need to work, boy! You do productive things, like clean the house, and do those dishes." He threw Jamie on the hard wood floor. Jamie's lip was split and bleeding, and as he tried to sit up, his father's heavy work boot pushed roughly down on his chest.
Jamie couldn't breathe. He struggled, but there was no way he could stand up to his 6'3", 250 pound father. Everything was getting blurry, but not from his lack of air, but from the tears that were brimming in his eyes. Unfortunately, his father noticed, and growled angrily.
"If I've told you once, I'm told you million times!" He yelled, kicking Jamie. "Real," he kicked. "men," he kicked harder, "Don't cry!" He finished with a hard kick to Jamie's kneecap, causing the already bruised and bleeding teen to cry out in pain. Upon hearing the cry, Mr. Waite picked up the half unconscious Jamie, and threw him against the wall. Jamie felt his head hit the sheetrock with a loud crack, and then everything went black.
**********
"uhhgg," Jamie struggled to open his eyes. He didn't know why his head was throbbing at first, but then the events of the previous night came flooding back. The only thing he could think of was to get to his bedroom and lock the door, ASAP. That's what he normally did. If he just laid in bed for a couple of days, usually he was able to get up and go back to school. His father never even thought about him unless he saw Jamie, and it was usually easy to avoid the beatings. They were bad, but he could never remember one as bad as what his father had dished out the night before.
But the important thing was to get into his bedroom. He couldn't walk, his right kneecap was definitely broken, if not shattered. Everything hurt, and it took him nearly an hour to drag himself down the hallway and into his room. When he got there, he felt nauseous, and was barely able to reach the bathroom before he promptly threw up. With every heave he felt his broken ribs jab inside of his chest, and the pain was so terrible that he started to see stars. When he felt like there was nothing left to throw up, he glanced down at the toilet, and saw blood. "Oh that can't be good" he muttered. But he felt like there wasn't anything he could do about it, so he slowly made his way to his bed. He finally was able to pull himself up on top of the comforter. It was cold outside, and the heat wasn't on, but his fatigue was so strong that once his head hit the pillow he was unconscious, his maimed body spread out on the twin sized bed.
Oooooo, is it getting good? Well, the more feedback, the better chance of a new chapter soon..............