"Big Step Towards Growing Up."
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
All those horrible stereotypes of foster kids, where they just plain old stop caring, that was me. Without any of my siblings in my life, or playing bit parts, I withdrew into my shell.
And during all of this, my foster mother had been having an affair and one day she just walked out. Just like Syl had. She said she would be right back and she never came back. My foster father started drinking. A lot. Mr. Martin had been a loud drunk but Mr. Daniels was a mean drunk.
I was the only foster kid in the house, there were his two biological children Kelly and David. He would never touch them. But I wasn't his kid.
It's amazing how much someone who doesn't give a shit, doesn't care about being hit. In a weird way, I wanted him to. I wanted to feel pain, cause as a soldier, I felt nothing. When I receded, I cared less. I liked not caring but I liked pain more.
When he would hit me, I would think of Manticore and being tortured by Lydecker. At least there I had been with my family. There would have been someone there to help me through my seizures, or just to listen to me as I tried to figure out how the world worked, it would have been easier. So much easier. I would have never let Rick Daniels beat the shit out of me over and over. I would have had the will to call Zack and tell him to move me. Hell I would have called CPS if I had to.
But I didn't. They were called for me.
I was moved. And I soon fell into the same pattern that I was in before the Pulse. In three months I had gone through six houses. The Jeffery's, the Clarks', the Peter's, the Lewis', the Quincy's, and the Vantherness'. I pity all of them for having me in their lives. I was a pretty girl, who talked back, got into fights at school, and drew all the time. I was no pearl of fun, that's for damn sure. Especially when I moved out of the district for my school. I was placed into the sixth grade. I dropped out and took my GED and graduated high school.
Zack finally came back to check on me. Since I wasn't in school there was little to keep me occupied. I was always restless and a bit obnoxious. And I was usually bruised or beaten from a fight. I had made it a point to stop winning.
He was standing at the corner near my house, and I saw him. I turned around instantly and started walking the other way. That's what tipped him off. He caught up to me and grabbed my arm. He didn't recognize me at first, I don't blame him. I looked like shit.
I noticed something else then too. I was eye level with him, if not a little taller. I had not realized that I had grown that tall. He looked at me, "Jondy?"
"No go away." I snapped.
"What happened?"
"Life."
"You're a solider, get over it." He said.
"I'm a solider, and I don't give a shit." I said back.
He knew I had him beat there. I didn't give a shit. I didn't have a unit anymore, my mission was to blend in. I was doing that. He set his jaw in usual Zack fashion.
"You're only twelve Jondy, be a kid."
"I don't know how." I snapped back. It was true. "And you know what Zack, I'm either a kid or a soldier. Pick one."
"You're a smart ass." He said back coldly.
"Add it to the list then." I retorted.
"Stop back talking." He ordered.
"Court martial me, please."
Zack glared at me, tempted. He knew I wanted him to hit me. But he would never give me the satisfaction, "Go home and pack, you're coming with me."
"I never unpacked." I said, "You told me not to."
He let go of my arm finally and led me back to my house. My foster parents weren't home, which was no surprise, so I got my bags and we left. I closed my eyes the whole ride. I didn't want to know where we were going, I was just glad to be leaving.
Several hours later he stopped the car. "I do this, and you clean up your act. If you don't then I'll find something not as pleasant to kick you ass back into you."
"I am who I am." I said without opening my eyes. "Just who the hell is that?"
He sighed, "I'm gonna keep a better eye on you Jondy. You'll do ok, this is just a rough time for you."
"Can I go yet?" I asked.
He sighed again, "Yes. I have you in room 321."
I opened my eyes, "A hotel?"
"You'll understand in several days. Go and only open the door for one person."
"Who?" I asked. Was he going to turn me over to Lydecker because I was being problematic?
"You'll know." He said. He tossed me a pill case, "And take these in a couple days. Take only one a day and make it a regular habit."
I rolled my eyes and stuffed them into my bag. I got all of my shit and got out of the car, I turned and said goodbye to him. He smiled and wished me the best. I went up to the room and laid on the bed.
That night I was so fricken hot. I had never been so warm in my life. I took a cold shower, cranked on the air conditioner and opened the windows.
I then remembered weird calls I had gotten from my sisters. Tinga had called me and said if I every got ungodly hot for no reason, that I was to call Zack immediately. I thought that pretty redundant now.
Then I remember Grix's call. She told me that Syl had given her a similar warning. And she told me to look out for my period and such and when I did, I was to call Zack immediately.
I was perplexed by that one but Tinga had been right on the money. I was hot. REALLY HOT.
Around four in the morning there was a knock on the door. I went to the door and looked through the peep hole. A very confused looking boy with jet black hair and emerald colored eyes was standing there. I ripped the door open, "Zane?"
"Jondy?" He smiled. He came into the room and shut the door.
We hugged. I felt warmth flow through me. He must have felt it too because he commented on it. "Jondy. are you ok?"
"Of course. why do you ask?"
"Because I suddenly have an overwhelming urge to kiss you." He said, touching my face.
"What if I want you to?" I replied.
"What if that's not all?" He asked.
I nodded and we kissed.
It finally clicked in my head, what was going on with me. The warnings from my sisters. I have animal DNA, animals go into heat. So here I am, nearing thirteen years of age about to have sex with my brother who's barely thirteen years old. I silently thanked Zack that he had brought me to the one guy I felt perfectly comfortable with. But then I hated him. Zane and I were siblings, now we were about to have sex and I couldn't stop myself.
I closed my eyes and let whatever was going to happen, happen. I opened them briefly, Zane was shirtless. His thirteen year old frame was slightly defined but not greatly. He was very attractive. I bit my lip. He noticed I stopped. "What is it Jondy?"
"Please don't hurt me."
"I never will." He said. And the rest blurred away in a fit of passion.
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
All those horrible stereotypes of foster kids, where they just plain old stop caring, that was me. Without any of my siblings in my life, or playing bit parts, I withdrew into my shell.
And during all of this, my foster mother had been having an affair and one day she just walked out. Just like Syl had. She said she would be right back and she never came back. My foster father started drinking. A lot. Mr. Martin had been a loud drunk but Mr. Daniels was a mean drunk.
I was the only foster kid in the house, there were his two biological children Kelly and David. He would never touch them. But I wasn't his kid.
It's amazing how much someone who doesn't give a shit, doesn't care about being hit. In a weird way, I wanted him to. I wanted to feel pain, cause as a soldier, I felt nothing. When I receded, I cared less. I liked not caring but I liked pain more.
When he would hit me, I would think of Manticore and being tortured by Lydecker. At least there I had been with my family. There would have been someone there to help me through my seizures, or just to listen to me as I tried to figure out how the world worked, it would have been easier. So much easier. I would have never let Rick Daniels beat the shit out of me over and over. I would have had the will to call Zack and tell him to move me. Hell I would have called CPS if I had to.
But I didn't. They were called for me.
I was moved. And I soon fell into the same pattern that I was in before the Pulse. In three months I had gone through six houses. The Jeffery's, the Clarks', the Peter's, the Lewis', the Quincy's, and the Vantherness'. I pity all of them for having me in their lives. I was a pretty girl, who talked back, got into fights at school, and drew all the time. I was no pearl of fun, that's for damn sure. Especially when I moved out of the district for my school. I was placed into the sixth grade. I dropped out and took my GED and graduated high school.
Zack finally came back to check on me. Since I wasn't in school there was little to keep me occupied. I was always restless and a bit obnoxious. And I was usually bruised or beaten from a fight. I had made it a point to stop winning.
He was standing at the corner near my house, and I saw him. I turned around instantly and started walking the other way. That's what tipped him off. He caught up to me and grabbed my arm. He didn't recognize me at first, I don't blame him. I looked like shit.
I noticed something else then too. I was eye level with him, if not a little taller. I had not realized that I had grown that tall. He looked at me, "Jondy?"
"No go away." I snapped.
"What happened?"
"Life."
"You're a solider, get over it." He said.
"I'm a solider, and I don't give a shit." I said back.
He knew I had him beat there. I didn't give a shit. I didn't have a unit anymore, my mission was to blend in. I was doing that. He set his jaw in usual Zack fashion.
"You're only twelve Jondy, be a kid."
"I don't know how." I snapped back. It was true. "And you know what Zack, I'm either a kid or a soldier. Pick one."
"You're a smart ass." He said back coldly.
"Add it to the list then." I retorted.
"Stop back talking." He ordered.
"Court martial me, please."
Zack glared at me, tempted. He knew I wanted him to hit me. But he would never give me the satisfaction, "Go home and pack, you're coming with me."
"I never unpacked." I said, "You told me not to."
He let go of my arm finally and led me back to my house. My foster parents weren't home, which was no surprise, so I got my bags and we left. I closed my eyes the whole ride. I didn't want to know where we were going, I was just glad to be leaving.
Several hours later he stopped the car. "I do this, and you clean up your act. If you don't then I'll find something not as pleasant to kick you ass back into you."
"I am who I am." I said without opening my eyes. "Just who the hell is that?"
He sighed, "I'm gonna keep a better eye on you Jondy. You'll do ok, this is just a rough time for you."
"Can I go yet?" I asked.
He sighed again, "Yes. I have you in room 321."
I opened my eyes, "A hotel?"
"You'll understand in several days. Go and only open the door for one person."
"Who?" I asked. Was he going to turn me over to Lydecker because I was being problematic?
"You'll know." He said. He tossed me a pill case, "And take these in a couple days. Take only one a day and make it a regular habit."
I rolled my eyes and stuffed them into my bag. I got all of my shit and got out of the car, I turned and said goodbye to him. He smiled and wished me the best. I went up to the room and laid on the bed.
That night I was so fricken hot. I had never been so warm in my life. I took a cold shower, cranked on the air conditioner and opened the windows.
I then remembered weird calls I had gotten from my sisters. Tinga had called me and said if I every got ungodly hot for no reason, that I was to call Zack immediately. I thought that pretty redundant now.
Then I remember Grix's call. She told me that Syl had given her a similar warning. And she told me to look out for my period and such and when I did, I was to call Zack immediately.
I was perplexed by that one but Tinga had been right on the money. I was hot. REALLY HOT.
Around four in the morning there was a knock on the door. I went to the door and looked through the peep hole. A very confused looking boy with jet black hair and emerald colored eyes was standing there. I ripped the door open, "Zane?"
"Jondy?" He smiled. He came into the room and shut the door.
We hugged. I felt warmth flow through me. He must have felt it too because he commented on it. "Jondy. are you ok?"
"Of course. why do you ask?"
"Because I suddenly have an overwhelming urge to kiss you." He said, touching my face.
"What if I want you to?" I replied.
"What if that's not all?" He asked.
I nodded and we kissed.
It finally clicked in my head, what was going on with me. The warnings from my sisters. I have animal DNA, animals go into heat. So here I am, nearing thirteen years of age about to have sex with my brother who's barely thirteen years old. I silently thanked Zack that he had brought me to the one guy I felt perfectly comfortable with. But then I hated him. Zane and I were siblings, now we were about to have sex and I couldn't stop myself.
I closed my eyes and let whatever was going to happen, happen. I opened them briefly, Zane was shirtless. His thirteen year old frame was slightly defined but not greatly. He was very attractive. I bit my lip. He noticed I stopped. "What is it Jondy?"
"Please don't hurt me."
"I never will." He said. And the rest blurred away in a fit of passion.