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Don't belong to me, but Haim Saban and Fox Kids.
Jason's eyes clouded as he remembered. The fights, the yelling, the beatings. A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie.
"Hey," Tommy greeted.
"What are you doin' here?" Jason asked.
"I figured you'd want to talk," Tommy replied.
"Well, I don't," Jason snapped.
"Look, I've given you enough time to cool down. We can talk rationally," Tommy said.
"I don't wanna talk," Jason muttered.
"Jase, I know," Tommy stated.
"Huh?" Jason asked, finally turning around so that they were facing.
"Jase, I was in the same position once or twice. However, those guys weren't related to me," Tommy responded.
"You're saying you're adopted?" Jason asked.
"That's not the point right now," Tommy said. "The point is: you need to confront your father. You need to let go," he continued.
"You don't understand," Jason insisted. Tommy gave a short of laughter.
"I don't understand? Jase I've been hit with anything and everything," he revealed.
"Were you ever choked? Told that you could be finished off at any time?" the other boy snapped.
"Yeah, actually I was," came the response. "I had just turned thirteen. My birthday present? A trip to the E.R." Jason blew out a breath.
"Okay, okay. I'll talk to him," he muttered.
