Title: Trouble at home-Chapter 3
Author: Em Walters
Rating: I gave it a PG-13, there's a lot of violence, and some disturbing stuff in here, just as a warning. This is probably the most violent chapter
Author's Notes: Sorry it took me awhile to get this one out! I had finals, then a snowstorm, and guy troubles (Don't ask) Anyways, I hope everyone likes it, and don't worry, I'll try to get the next one out sooner!!
Chapter 3
"And I want to thank you again for all your bravery and deeds in the call of duty." Mayor Rivera stated, standing in front of Val, Tyler and Hank. "I must say it was above and beyond." The crowd in the Town Hall applauded wildly. "But Alex, I must inquire, where is the other boy, um, Jamie, is it?"
Alex smiled uncomfortably. He was going to strangle that boy when he got a hold of him! Of course, Jamie wouldn't show up. He gritted his teeth, he wasn't going to tell the truth; that would make him look bad as well as the rest of the squad. No, he wasn't going to ruin that for his FAITHFUL EMTs. "Um, Jamie Waite, he's , ah, not feeling well today," he lied. "He was very sorry that he was unable to make it, but he couldn't help it."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well, send him my regards." The Mayor stated, nodding.
Val peered at Alex in shock. Had he just told a blatant lie to Mayor Rivera?! That was a first! She was upset, and surprised about Jamie not showing up, but she didn't think that he did it on purpose. Catie, after all, was still there, sitting next to Brooke in the front row with her parents! He wouldn't have stood Catie up like that. 'Oh well' She shrugged it off, focused on the crowd, and gave a million watt, 'Super Val' smile.
****
Alex strode into his office angrily. That Jamie had better have a good explanation for skipping out on the ceremony today. He grabbed his phone and punched in the number.
****
Ring
Jamie groaned slightly, awakened by the phone.
Ring
Was it worth getting? He was laying on his side, his back to the annoying ringing sound.
Maybe it would stop.
Ring
He rolled his eyes, might as well get it. He rolled over, clutching his chest. That slight amount of movement sent stabs of pain up and down his entire body, making him shudder. He squeezed his eyes in agony.
Ring
Jamie had had enough of the persistent ringing. His free hand snatched the phone, shaking violently. He hoped he wasn't in shock. He cleared his throat. "Hello"
"Jamie, is that you?!!!" An Angry voice screamed. Jamie knew right away exactly who it was.
"Um yeah, Alex, it's me."
"Well, you'd better have a good explanation for missing the ceremony this afternoon. I outta put you on probation for pulling a stunt like that!"
Oh the ceremony! Jamie had completely forgotten. Actually, what was he thinking, he could barely move, trying to go would have been useless. Well, he could just tell Alex an altered version of the truth. "Oh, the ceremony! Oh gosh Alex, I'm sorry." Jamie made his voice sound weak, which wasn't that hard, considering. "I was up all last night throwing up, and I guess I forgot to set my alarm," well, that was sorta true.
"Oh, okay," Alex felt sorta bad for accusing Jamie, he really did sound sick. His voice was really shaky, and he sounded really weak. "I'm sorry I yelled at you Jamie, I just was in an awkward position at the ceremony today."
"That's alright." Jamie responded.
"Just take all the time you need, and I'll see you when you feel better." Alex said.
"Okay, thank you, bye." Jamie hung up the phone, and laid on his back, closing his eyes. Why did everything hurt so badly, it practically killed him just talking to Alex. He couldn't remember a time where his dad had hurt him this severely. He opened his eyes to reassess his injuries. He tenderly felt his face. There was a bruise along the right side of his jaw, and another on his cheek. He could feel a black eye, and a gash on his other cheek. Those would be alright. He knew there was something wrong with his left knee. There was a large bloodstain on that knee of his baggy jeans. He tried for 10 minutes to get the pant leg up, and finally got it up to the knee. He gritted his teeth, and, ignoring his flaming ribcage, used both of his hands to pull the material over his swollen knee. "Aggggghhhh!" He screamed loudly, beads of sweat forming at his brow. His knee felt like it was on fire. He tried as best as he could to gently pull the rough cloth over the knee, but it didn't work. He finally got the knee exposed, and collapsed back in exhaustion. A few minutes later he finally peered down at his knee. He grimaced just looking at it.
It was swollen to about twice its normal size, and didn't resemble flesh at all. It was a mangled, dark purple, bloody looking thing. Jamie just knew that it wouldn't just heal, it'd probably need surgery or something.
But surgery wasn't possible. Jamie knew that. In fact, a doctors visit wasn't even possible. No one knew, yet. And if things went Jamie's way, no one would find out. There was no way anyone could find out. First of all, if his dad found out first, Jamie was good as dead. Besides, Jamie thought he could handle his old man. After all, he never was hurt that bad. Just some bruises, some broken bones. They healed, eventually. This was the only life the young boy knew. He could remember, as he stared at the ceiling, when his father beat his mother. In fact, he went back to that night again and again; when he was three, and the abuse began for HIM..................................
Flashback
"Do the dishes!!!" a younger Mr. Waite screamed at the raven haired woman quivering in front of him.
"They're done dear, I promise, just sit down, lay back, and relax." Kathryn Waite responded sweetly. Her lip was split, and there were a few fading bruises on her beautiful face.
"No, I WON'T calm down!" Mr. Waite screamed. He cursed harshly at his wife, and backhanded her. She fell down, and slowly raised her hand to her tender cheek.
Kevin Waite was drunk, and decided that he had had enough of his disobedient wife. He started kicking her, and didn't stop. An hour later he stopped, and picked up the corpse of his once beautiful wife. There was a deep red bloodstain on the off white carpet where she had lain. Her body was a mixture of red and purple, and her long black hair was soaked in blood. Kevin threw her in the trunk of his car, and drove off.
Quivering behind the brown leather couch in the small house was a young, thin little boy. Tears streamed down his little cheeks, he didn't understand what had just happened. Where had his dad taken his Momma? Why was Momma bleeding, and why did daddy carry her? He sat there, terrified, until his dad came home.
"Dadda, where did you take Momma?" he asked. "Is she coming home?"
Mr. Waite responded with a slap to his little boy's face. "Go to your room BOY!!!" He screamed. "Momma's not comin' home," he spat spitefully.
End flashback
Jamie glared angrily at the ceiling, tears streaming freely down his face. His mother had been so beautiful, so loving, so kind. She was scared to turn her husband in. She was scared of what he would do to her and her child. She was scared that without his meager income, they wouldn't have been able to get by. She was too scared to turn him in, and then it was too late. And Kevin Waite wasn't even caught. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. It wasn't fair that Jamie had lived this life for so long. He didn't know any better when he was a young boy, he just figured that the things that went on in his house went on in everybody else's. He never said anything though, because his dad threatened to kill him if he told anyone, and he believed the man.
But then, when he got older, he realized that abuse did not go on at everyone's homes. In fact, he realized that it was a crime, but he still believed that his father would kill him if he told anyone, so he kept his mouth shut, and vented his frustrations in other ways. He became a 'trouble maker', getting in fights to use as an excuse for the bruises caused by his dad. He acted like he didn't care about school, friends, or the doomed path he was headed. He broke the law, stealing CDs, clothes, anything. He thought he could get away with it, like his dad, until he was caught. Boy did his dad give him a beating when he found out. And then the city sent him to the teen EMS center, and his life changed. Well, his home life didn't change, but his actions did. He felt like he mattered, even though he was treated like an outcast, at first. When he was working, he could forget about his past, his father, and the horrible injustice his mother had suffered from, and the story that his dad made up about her.
His dad had claimed that his wife had left him. He made her out to be this horrible person. You see, a sober Mr. Waite was a popular man. People liked him, they believed his little charade. 'What a great guy," they said. 'Horrible thing about his wife leaving him' His dad was a minor real estate agent, so he knew a lot of the homeowners in Kingsport. And they liked him! He got away with murder, and no one knew. He got away with everything. No DUIs, no files of child abuse, not even a speeding ticket.
"Well not anymore," Jamie stated. That was it, he was going to put a stop to it right then. But who could he call? An abuse hotline? No, that wasn't what he needed, they couldn't help him. Alex? No, he wouldn't believe him. Then the person came to him- Catie! She could help him! She really cared about him, and would make sure that he was okay, and that his father was gone for good. He leaned over and picked up the phone.
As soon as he started to dial, a sharp pain jarred in his chest. It was unbearable. He dropped the phone, clutching his chest, squeezing his eyes shut in agony. It was getting harder to breath, and as he tried to sit up he blacked out, falling off the bed and landing on his face, the blaring dial tone ringing in his unhearing ears, and the phone laying next to his outstretched, unconscious body.
Author: Em Walters
Rating: I gave it a PG-13, there's a lot of violence, and some disturbing stuff in here, just as a warning. This is probably the most violent chapter
Author's Notes: Sorry it took me awhile to get this one out! I had finals, then a snowstorm, and guy troubles (Don't ask) Anyways, I hope everyone likes it, and don't worry, I'll try to get the next one out sooner!!
Chapter 3
"And I want to thank you again for all your bravery and deeds in the call of duty." Mayor Rivera stated, standing in front of Val, Tyler and Hank. "I must say it was above and beyond." The crowd in the Town Hall applauded wildly. "But Alex, I must inquire, where is the other boy, um, Jamie, is it?"
Alex smiled uncomfortably. He was going to strangle that boy when he got a hold of him! Of course, Jamie wouldn't show up. He gritted his teeth, he wasn't going to tell the truth; that would make him look bad as well as the rest of the squad. No, he wasn't going to ruin that for his FAITHFUL EMTs. "Um, Jamie Waite, he's , ah, not feeling well today," he lied. "He was very sorry that he was unable to make it, but he couldn't help it."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well, send him my regards." The Mayor stated, nodding.
Val peered at Alex in shock. Had he just told a blatant lie to Mayor Rivera?! That was a first! She was upset, and surprised about Jamie not showing up, but she didn't think that he did it on purpose. Catie, after all, was still there, sitting next to Brooke in the front row with her parents! He wouldn't have stood Catie up like that. 'Oh well' She shrugged it off, focused on the crowd, and gave a million watt, 'Super Val' smile.
****
Alex strode into his office angrily. That Jamie had better have a good explanation for skipping out on the ceremony today. He grabbed his phone and punched in the number.
****
Ring
Jamie groaned slightly, awakened by the phone.
Ring
Was it worth getting? He was laying on his side, his back to the annoying ringing sound.
Maybe it would stop.
Ring
He rolled his eyes, might as well get it. He rolled over, clutching his chest. That slight amount of movement sent stabs of pain up and down his entire body, making him shudder. He squeezed his eyes in agony.
Ring
Jamie had had enough of the persistent ringing. His free hand snatched the phone, shaking violently. He hoped he wasn't in shock. He cleared his throat. "Hello"
"Jamie, is that you?!!!" An Angry voice screamed. Jamie knew right away exactly who it was.
"Um yeah, Alex, it's me."
"Well, you'd better have a good explanation for missing the ceremony this afternoon. I outta put you on probation for pulling a stunt like that!"
Oh the ceremony! Jamie had completely forgotten. Actually, what was he thinking, he could barely move, trying to go would have been useless. Well, he could just tell Alex an altered version of the truth. "Oh, the ceremony! Oh gosh Alex, I'm sorry." Jamie made his voice sound weak, which wasn't that hard, considering. "I was up all last night throwing up, and I guess I forgot to set my alarm," well, that was sorta true.
"Oh, okay," Alex felt sorta bad for accusing Jamie, he really did sound sick. His voice was really shaky, and he sounded really weak. "I'm sorry I yelled at you Jamie, I just was in an awkward position at the ceremony today."
"That's alright." Jamie responded.
"Just take all the time you need, and I'll see you when you feel better." Alex said.
"Okay, thank you, bye." Jamie hung up the phone, and laid on his back, closing his eyes. Why did everything hurt so badly, it practically killed him just talking to Alex. He couldn't remember a time where his dad had hurt him this severely. He opened his eyes to reassess his injuries. He tenderly felt his face. There was a bruise along the right side of his jaw, and another on his cheek. He could feel a black eye, and a gash on his other cheek. Those would be alright. He knew there was something wrong with his left knee. There was a large bloodstain on that knee of his baggy jeans. He tried for 10 minutes to get the pant leg up, and finally got it up to the knee. He gritted his teeth, and, ignoring his flaming ribcage, used both of his hands to pull the material over his swollen knee. "Aggggghhhh!" He screamed loudly, beads of sweat forming at his brow. His knee felt like it was on fire. He tried as best as he could to gently pull the rough cloth over the knee, but it didn't work. He finally got the knee exposed, and collapsed back in exhaustion. A few minutes later he finally peered down at his knee. He grimaced just looking at it.
It was swollen to about twice its normal size, and didn't resemble flesh at all. It was a mangled, dark purple, bloody looking thing. Jamie just knew that it wouldn't just heal, it'd probably need surgery or something.
But surgery wasn't possible. Jamie knew that. In fact, a doctors visit wasn't even possible. No one knew, yet. And if things went Jamie's way, no one would find out. There was no way anyone could find out. First of all, if his dad found out first, Jamie was good as dead. Besides, Jamie thought he could handle his old man. After all, he never was hurt that bad. Just some bruises, some broken bones. They healed, eventually. This was the only life the young boy knew. He could remember, as he stared at the ceiling, when his father beat his mother. In fact, he went back to that night again and again; when he was three, and the abuse began for HIM..................................
Flashback
"Do the dishes!!!" a younger Mr. Waite screamed at the raven haired woman quivering in front of him.
"They're done dear, I promise, just sit down, lay back, and relax." Kathryn Waite responded sweetly. Her lip was split, and there were a few fading bruises on her beautiful face.
"No, I WON'T calm down!" Mr. Waite screamed. He cursed harshly at his wife, and backhanded her. She fell down, and slowly raised her hand to her tender cheek.
Kevin Waite was drunk, and decided that he had had enough of his disobedient wife. He started kicking her, and didn't stop. An hour later he stopped, and picked up the corpse of his once beautiful wife. There was a deep red bloodstain on the off white carpet where she had lain. Her body was a mixture of red and purple, and her long black hair was soaked in blood. Kevin threw her in the trunk of his car, and drove off.
Quivering behind the brown leather couch in the small house was a young, thin little boy. Tears streamed down his little cheeks, he didn't understand what had just happened. Where had his dad taken his Momma? Why was Momma bleeding, and why did daddy carry her? He sat there, terrified, until his dad came home.
"Dadda, where did you take Momma?" he asked. "Is she coming home?"
Mr. Waite responded with a slap to his little boy's face. "Go to your room BOY!!!" He screamed. "Momma's not comin' home," he spat spitefully.
End flashback
Jamie glared angrily at the ceiling, tears streaming freely down his face. His mother had been so beautiful, so loving, so kind. She was scared to turn her husband in. She was scared of what he would do to her and her child. She was scared that without his meager income, they wouldn't have been able to get by. She was too scared to turn him in, and then it was too late. And Kevin Waite wasn't even caught. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. It wasn't fair that Jamie had lived this life for so long. He didn't know any better when he was a young boy, he just figured that the things that went on in his house went on in everybody else's. He never said anything though, because his dad threatened to kill him if he told anyone, and he believed the man.
But then, when he got older, he realized that abuse did not go on at everyone's homes. In fact, he realized that it was a crime, but he still believed that his father would kill him if he told anyone, so he kept his mouth shut, and vented his frustrations in other ways. He became a 'trouble maker', getting in fights to use as an excuse for the bruises caused by his dad. He acted like he didn't care about school, friends, or the doomed path he was headed. He broke the law, stealing CDs, clothes, anything. He thought he could get away with it, like his dad, until he was caught. Boy did his dad give him a beating when he found out. And then the city sent him to the teen EMS center, and his life changed. Well, his home life didn't change, but his actions did. He felt like he mattered, even though he was treated like an outcast, at first. When he was working, he could forget about his past, his father, and the horrible injustice his mother had suffered from, and the story that his dad made up about her.
His dad had claimed that his wife had left him. He made her out to be this horrible person. You see, a sober Mr. Waite was a popular man. People liked him, they believed his little charade. 'What a great guy," they said. 'Horrible thing about his wife leaving him' His dad was a minor real estate agent, so he knew a lot of the homeowners in Kingsport. And they liked him! He got away with murder, and no one knew. He got away with everything. No DUIs, no files of child abuse, not even a speeding ticket.
"Well not anymore," Jamie stated. That was it, he was going to put a stop to it right then. But who could he call? An abuse hotline? No, that wasn't what he needed, they couldn't help him. Alex? No, he wouldn't believe him. Then the person came to him- Catie! She could help him! She really cared about him, and would make sure that he was okay, and that his father was gone for good. He leaned over and picked up the phone.
As soon as he started to dial, a sharp pain jarred in his chest. It was unbearable. He dropped the phone, clutching his chest, squeezing his eyes shut in agony. It was getting harder to breath, and as he tried to sit up he blacked out, falling off the bed and landing on his face, the blaring dial tone ringing in his unhearing ears, and the phone laying next to his outstretched, unconscious body.