Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution (or JT/Slash for that matter)
Author's Note: I just wanted to say thank you to The Almighty JT Blade for letting me use his character (aka: Slash/JT) for this story. I promise that I will not make JT die! I PROMISE! Trust me, he won't. That's not in his cards right now…
Secrets of Silence
TWO
That Evening…
Scott raised his hand to knock on the door, "Hey, Arya. Are coming down to dinner?"
After a few seconds, Arya opened the door and handed Scott a piece of paper. It read: 'Come in.' Curious, Scott stepped inside Arya's room.
"I thought you didn't know any English?" Scott said, indicating the note.
'I lied.'
"Why? It would be easier for all of us if you would write in English."
Arya did not reply. Scott wondered what other secrets Arya was keeping. Of course it would make sense that she would keep the fact that she knew English as a secret. She could have her reasons for that. "So, are you coming down to eat?"
'Maybe.'
"Do you ever say anything more than just one word?"
'Yes. It is just that my use of your language is not very good.'
"You don't have to be embarrassed about it. I mean it is your second language and all." After a few seconds of awkward silence, Scott asked, "Are you hungry? The food here is really good. I think you'll like it." After no more written replies, Scott could contain himself no longer, "Why did you keep a secret from us?"
'Please do not ask me.'
"Why?"
'Just do not, please.'
"Let's go down to eat… Promise me that you'll write in English from now on."
'I promise.' Arya then followed Scott down to dinner with the others.
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That Night…
She felt the slap across her cheek. It stung a million more times than it did the million times he did it to her before. If she could have, she would have yelped in pain. Se could almost taste the licquer on his breath.
She backed away from him. She groped the wall behind her for the telephone. Mother… where are you… do you not see… do you not see what he does to me?... She felt the cord of the phone between her fingers, but he realized what she was trying to do.
"Oh no you don't! I won't have you do that!"
He attempted to hit her, but she dodged and ran for any type of cover. She could hear his thunderous footsteps behind her as she retreated up the stairs to her room.
Breathing hard and hand shaking, she turned the knob on the door several times before she finally got it open.
"Come back here! I'm not through with you!"
"Arya, are you okay? Open this door." –JT's voice. Arya was jolted awake by the pounding on her door.
Arya opened the door and waved him into the room. JT looked at the room, "Are you okay? I heard sounds—What happened here?"
'Nothing happened.'
"Don't give me that. I know something happened in here. And if you're going to tell someone what went on, it might as well be me. Unless you want to talk to the Professor about this…which I don't think you'll want to do…"
Arya paused before saying anything else.
"Well?"
'It was a dream.'
"Just a dream? How can you say that? The way your room looks, I'd hardly say that what happened was a nightmare—Oh, I get it. You transformed in your sleep…"
Arya looked away from JT.
"That's okay Arya. You don't have to be embarrassed about it. Everyone loses control of they're powers every so often around here. Do you want to tell me what your dream was about?"
'My family.'
"What about your family?"
'My stepfather.'
"Yeah… What else?"
'You would not understand.'
"Hey. I also had problems with my family. I think I know what I'm talking about."
'You promise not to tell?'
"Sure."
'When I first lose control, I killed my stepfather.'
"How did it happen?"
'My step father, he hurt me.'
"Oh. That's what my father did to me, too. I totally understand. Well, he wasn't really my father… but that's a story for another day."
'This why I come here. You promise not to tell?'
"I don't know Ayra. It might be better if you told someone. The professor will really help you if you talk to him… or write…"
'I think about it. Until then, do not tell. Please?'
"All right. Fine. I'll keep your secret. Just promise you'll tell the Professor when you get the chance. Okay?"
'I promise you.'
"Now, let's go back to sleep. I don't know about you, but I'm tired. Go back to sleep."
'Sleep well, JT.'
"Night, Arya. Don't let the bed-bugs bite!" JT walked out of Arya's room and thought no more about Arya's secret.