Only Hope
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TC and Chris had put Kara in a right position, and TC had given Chris the bed. Kara was snuggled to one part with a teddy bear, and Chris' arm was wrapped protectively around Cody as they both slept restlessy.
TC thought about the past day's events.
Kara. Chris. Cody. Hating Jay. Hating Jay. Hating Jay. Kara. Chris. Cody. Hating Jay.
Kara...She had changed so much, that it was almost impossible for him to grasp the concept that she was Kara...The same Kara that he had tickled endlessy when she was younger, the same Kara that he took care of more than mom and Jay. But, in a way, she still had that keen sense of innocence in her that was hard to look past. Even being abused, she had a way with words that was evident to anyone that looked hard enough that this was the most beautiful, intelligent twelve-year-old anyone had ever seen. At least, in TC's mind.
Chris...His wife. Or..ex-wife. With her sleeping in the bed they so often had before, it seemed morally wrong to say 'ex-wife' or 'her son, Cody'. That there was there baby. Cody and Kara. Brother and sister. If only.
Cody. His beautiful baby boy. Cody. One more reason for living. That made three. He looked so much like Kara that it seemed possible-and even LIKELY-that they were, in fact, siblings. Golden hair, bright blue eyes, wide, silly grins. Cody and Kara.
Hating Jay. He hated Jay to no end. He just wanted to wrap his hands around Jay's wimpy neck. What kind of person beat their child? He would never even spank Cody. Never. Jay had always been a bastard. It had always seemed unfair, to TC, to think that this fucker was alive, but little kids and good people were getting killed everyday.
His mom. What didn't she stop Jay? Why didn't she kick Jay out the very first time TC told her that he was up to no good, that he and Kevin were just wanderers. Just wanting money. Even Kevin, at the age he was when his mom and Jay had married ten years ago (after living together for three years), just four, seemed, in a way, strange. His eyes were always dark and angry.
Kevin. Oh, Kevin. Kevin had always given TC a weird feeling. From the way he mistreated Kara as a little infant, to the way he would always scam money from TC's mother. Of course, his mom always gave in, saying that, "Little Kevin just needs some love. He needs a mother that isn't a drug addict, living God knows where. Little Kevin will grow up and mature soon. Little Kevin will start behaving. My baby Kevin won't ever hit Kara again, now will ya?"
It was all lies. All lies. From the fact that the three people he was coming to love more than anything else were sleeping in his room, to the person he hated more than anyone else. It was lies. Kara wasn't a beaten up kid even Mother Teresa would have second thoughts on taking in as her own. Chris, the love of his life, wasn't back with him. And, of course, he didn't have a son named Cody. But he still hated Jay. Hated Jay more than anything.
He fell into a deep sleep, to distracted to see the face staring back at him from his window.
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TC and Chris had put Kara in a right position, and TC had given Chris the bed. Kara was snuggled to one part with a teddy bear, and Chris' arm was wrapped protectively around Cody as they both slept restlessy.
TC thought about the past day's events.
Kara. Chris. Cody. Hating Jay. Hating Jay. Hating Jay. Kara. Chris. Cody. Hating Jay.
Kara...She had changed so much, that it was almost impossible for him to grasp the concept that she was Kara...The same Kara that he had tickled endlessy when she was younger, the same Kara that he took care of more than mom and Jay. But, in a way, she still had that keen sense of innocence in her that was hard to look past. Even being abused, she had a way with words that was evident to anyone that looked hard enough that this was the most beautiful, intelligent twelve-year-old anyone had ever seen. At least, in TC's mind.
Chris...His wife. Or..ex-wife. With her sleeping in the bed they so often had before, it seemed morally wrong to say 'ex-wife' or 'her son, Cody'. That there was there baby. Cody and Kara. Brother and sister. If only.
Cody. His beautiful baby boy. Cody. One more reason for living. That made three. He looked so much like Kara that it seemed possible-and even LIKELY-that they were, in fact, siblings. Golden hair, bright blue eyes, wide, silly grins. Cody and Kara.
Hating Jay. He hated Jay to no end. He just wanted to wrap his hands around Jay's wimpy neck. What kind of person beat their child? He would never even spank Cody. Never. Jay had always been a bastard. It had always seemed unfair, to TC, to think that this fucker was alive, but little kids and good people were getting killed everyday.
His mom. What didn't she stop Jay? Why didn't she kick Jay out the very first time TC told her that he was up to no good, that he and Kevin were just wanderers. Just wanting money. Even Kevin, at the age he was when his mom and Jay had married ten years ago (after living together for three years), just four, seemed, in a way, strange. His eyes were always dark and angry.
Kevin. Oh, Kevin. Kevin had always given TC a weird feeling. From the way he mistreated Kara as a little infant, to the way he would always scam money from TC's mother. Of course, his mom always gave in, saying that, "Little Kevin just needs some love. He needs a mother that isn't a drug addict, living God knows where. Little Kevin will grow up and mature soon. Little Kevin will start behaving. My baby Kevin won't ever hit Kara again, now will ya?"
It was all lies. All lies. From the fact that the three people he was coming to love more than anything else were sleeping in his room, to the person he hated more than anyone else. It was lies. Kara wasn't a beaten up kid even Mother Teresa would have second thoughts on taking in as her own. Chris, the love of his life, wasn't back with him. And, of course, he didn't have a son named Cody. But he still hated Jay. Hated Jay more than anything.
He fell into a deep sleep, to distracted to see the face staring back at him from his window.
