Disclaimer: I still don't own mutant x so please don't sue me
ok guys i hope you're liking this one. i'll be posting Brennan's side and the end of the story probably tomorrow.
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Two Sides to Every Story
Jesse's Side
He couldn't believe Brennan sometimes. How dare he call him a spoiled brat,
Brennan had no idea what his life was like. Just because his family had money didn't mean they were happy.
Just thinking about it made him want to hit something. Damn, he wished the elemental was here right now.
He couldn't get Brennan's words out of his head, telling him he was spoiled.
He was pacing the floor of his room in a way that almost made him look feral. 'Huh' he thought, if that jumped up lightening rod had any idea what it had it had been like for him growing up he wouldn't be calling any one spoiled. He was so worked up; he thumped the wall as he remembered things he never wanted to think about again. The Kilmartin family. He might share the surname but they were never his family. Mutant x were his family, well most of them were.
He'd grown up in big house, in a nice neighbourhood with a garden that went on for ever and all the toys a kid could ever want. It was probably most people's idea of a perfect childhood, well on the outside anyway. There were just two things missing, parents.
His father was always away working and his mother drank and popped so many pills that she might as well be on another planet.
By the time he was 10 years old he'd already had 25 different nannies. The worst times were when they were in between nannies. He'd be left alone in the house with his mother for days on end. He'd hear her staggering from room to room looking for him. Most of the time he managed to hide from her but sometimes he wasn't quick enough. If she caught him she'd drag her son along to the smallest room she could make it to and him in.
Sometimes he'd be locked in all night. The first few times it happened he tried to scream and shout but no one ever heard him, after that he gave up. Occasionally his mother would get annoyed by his crying and let him out after a couple of hours like nothing had happened.
He tried to tell his father about it once but he just dismissed it say something about his imagination getting him into trouble one day. It was on one of his mother's bad days that his powers first manifested themselves.
He was 12 years old and she was looking for him again. This time when she reached out to grab his arm he phased and her hand passed right through him. For a few seconds she just stood there with her mouth open like a fish, and then she wobbled backwards and started to scream.
He didn't know what to do. He was scared so he started to run. Before he even realised it he'd run through four walls. He ran to his room and threw some clothes in a bag with his lap top and some other stuff.
His mother was still screaming as he climbed over the security gates. He didn't look back. He had no idea what was happening to him or where he was going, all he knew was that he was never going back there.
He used his lap top to change the access codes to his trust fund so at least he wouldn't starve, well not yet any way.
He was careful with his money, he only used it when he had to but after 4 years of moving from place to place trying to make sure his father couldn't find him it was starting to run out.
That was when Adam had found him, given him a home where he didn't have to be afraid, where no one would keep him locked up and where he was free to explore and learn about his powers.
Spoiled brat? He'd like to see how spoiled Brennan would be if he'd grown up like that. He knew Brennan didn't mean it; he was just upset because Shal had gotten hurt.
He'd stopped pacing now, he was calmer too. He should go and apologise to Brennnan, after all they were all in this together.