Concrete Angel Chapter 13

Note: Hey, I'm back! Ok, now this chapter has some Bosco/Meg in it, but it's more of the whole Jayme story because I needed to get it out. Don't worry. I wanted to get out the whole background of Jayme so that I could get on with the story and the ultimate confrontation when Meg and Jayme's dad and his friends get what's coming to them. Let me know what you want to see because nothing is written in stone now. K? Ok, well read and review. Hope this isn't too dark or messed up. I was really worried about it.

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"No, Bosco. Not like that."

"I'm doing what you are doing."

"Ouch," Meg cried holding her head.

"Mom, maybe Bosco should practice on a Barbie or something. Meg's scalp needs a break and there is no way he learning on me," Emily said from the floor below Faith.

Bosco looked at Faith in horror. Not Barbies! It was bad enough the three of them ganged up on him, but now they wanted him to play hairstylist to Barbie and friends. Meg was one thing, but not Barbie. Then he looked at Meg and her eyes seemed to plead for him to stop hurting her head. He sighed in defeat.

"Go get the bimbo."

"I'll have you know, my Barbies are not bimbos!" Meg pretended to be offended. She came back with two dolls and handed on to Faith and Bosco. "You really don't have to learn. It's ok."

"No, no. I'll do it. If Fred can do it . . . ," he began.

"I never said dad was good at it," Emily interrupted.

"Still. If he can do it, I can do it."

Bosco turned to Faith and began his lesson in braiding hair. Meg and Em mostly laughed. Bosco made them all swear to keep their mouths shut about him learning how to braid on a Barbie doll. They all agreed, but deep down Bosco knew it wouldn't stay quiet for long.

"Hey, Meg?" Emily looked up from her magazine. "What's your sign?"

"My sign?"

"You know, zodiac sign?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"I was gonna read your horoscope," Emily explained. "When's your birthday?"

"June 28th."

When Meg said when her birthday was, the first thing Bosco thought was how he never knew before. Then, he had a feeling like that day meant something. That's when it hit him. Meg not only reminded him of his friend Tina, but they had the same birthday. He didn't even realize he had dropped his doll until he felt Faith put it back in his hand.

"You alright?" she asked/

"Yeah. Sorry," was all he could say.

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"Jayme?" Carlos called as he walked in the door.

She heard him come in and wanted to call out, but couldn't. Instead, she stared in the mirror as best she could at her back. The pain was unbearable. Somehow the cuts on her back, she hadn't let Carlos treat, had gotten infected. Sooner or later, she'd have to get them looked at. Not yet though. She was so caught up in thinking that she didn't hear the bathroom door open.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Carlos hurried once he saw Jayme. As he turned to leave he caught a glimpse of her back.

"Carlos, wait," Jayme quickly put her shirt on and followed him out. She found Carlos with a first aid kit. "I don't need it."

"Yes. You do and from what I saw, you have some nasty cuts that I didn't see before and now they are infected," Carlos said. He began to pull up her shirt.

"I said I'm fine!" She harshly pushed him away.

"You are not fine, Jay." He reached for her shirt once again.

"Don't touch me!" Jayme screamed.

All her anger and frustrations spilled out. She began hitting Carlos and kicking at him. He didn't defend himself and she couldn't figure out why. Neither heard Davis come in. Jayme assumed Carlos was letting her vent and was surprised when Davis grabbed her from behind.

"Let go of me!" she hissed.

"Calm down," Davis said as Jayme struggled against him.

"Let go," she whimpered then out of nowhere she elbowed Davis and ran to the nearest corner. "Stay away. Please."

"Jayme?" Carlos slowly walked towards her.

"Don't." She closed her eyes as he neared her. She felt his hand on her shoulder and her anger came back.

"I need to see."

"Get away!" She screamed then leaped at Carlos. Jayme felt Davis attempt to pull her off. He had a hold of her and she didn't like it.

"Davis, let her go," Carlos said softly.

"Why? So she can attack you again."

"It's not me she wants to hurt, is it Jay?" He reached out to her just as Davis let go.

"It is you! Leave me alone!" She cried as she was about to hit him again. He defended himself this time and managed to hold her face down on the couch. Her body went still and she began to sob. "Please don't."

"I need to see your cuts."

"I don't want you to."

"What is going on? Why can't I clean up your cuts?" Carlos let go of Jayme and she jumped up.

"I don't want to explain. I want it to go away," she whispered.

"It will."

"It will? Why, because you say so? It will never go away Carlos. NEVER!" She yelled. "You think by healing my cuts you make it all go away? It's not that simple."

"Let me try. Let us try. We're your friends."

"Yeah? If you were my friends you'd let me deal with this on my own."

"You were nearly raped Jayme!" Carlos raised his voice.

"Shut up!" She glared at Carlos then looked to Davis. "Don't go cop mode on me, alright? I don't need it."

"I'm your friend right now, not a cop," Davis said. "But , Jayme. You need to tell us what happened."

"Why? It didn't happen to you! It happened to me. You think if I say what happened will make things better? It won't. It just makes it real."

"Jayme, the way you are acting . . . it just . . .," Carlos didn't continue.

"I'm acting like I was aped?! Is that what you are trying to say? So, what if I was? Can you undo what happened? Can you give me my childhood back?! NO! You can't. Nobody can." She pulled off her shirt, not embarrassed but angry. "Can you make these go away?"

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Carlos gasped as Jayme turned around to reveal her back. He could hear Davis take in a sharp breath. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. She had an old scar on her back that made out the word "whore". The cuts he saw that were infected spelled out the word "slut". It was obvious that her recent attack wasn't random. Jayme turned around and he could see the pain in her eyes.

"You can't. Can you?" she asked.

"Who did that?" Davis asked.

"It doesn't matter. What happens to me doesn't matter."

"It does matter." Carlos reached for her and was happy when she didn't recoil from his touch. "Let me clean this up."

Carlos led her back to the couch and slowly began to clean up her new cuts. He winced when she cried out in pain. From time to time he glanced over at Davis. They shared the same look. They wanted to know who did that to Jayme and they wanted to make him pay. He needed to know what she keeping bottled up inside.

"Done." He searched her eyes, hoping she'd give him answers. "Jay, tell me who did this."
"It wouldn't do any good."

"Why? You think I won't make them pay? I will, Jay. I swear, he'll regret ever touching you," Carlos promised. "You just need to tell me."

"You'll just get hurt. I don't want that."

"Don't protect him. Not after what you've been through."

"You don't know what I've been through." She lowered her head.

"Tell me."

"I don't want pity from either of you. I don't want to be that girl who's damaged."

"You are not damaged," Davis spoke up.

"Yes, I am." Jayme wiped her tears away. "I'm so screwed up. They screwed me up so bad. I've never told. I thought I was safe if I didn't tell. Now, I'll never be safe. But Megan can be."

"Whatever is said here, stays here. Just say it, Jayme. You need to get it out." Carlos reached for her hand.

"You'll think I'm weak and stupid."

"Never."

"I've let him get away with it for so long." She pulled her hand away from Carlos. "I never even kissed a boy before then. He took so much from me." She looked down. "My dad liked to play these real high stake poker games. He always won. One night, he brought me along and he lost. He owed his friend money. He didn't have enough to cover it. His friend had this son. He liked to take pictures. So, his father told my dad he'd forgive his debt if his son could take a few pictures of me. His son was like 18 or something. I was only fourteen."

"Sick son of a . . .," Carlos trailed off under his breath.

"So, my dad said yes. I'll never know if he knew what was going to happen. I wish it had just been pictures he wanted. He hurt me so badly. He told me he had to ah . . .claim me. I didn't understand. Then he flipped me over and I felt this pain all down my back. I prayed I would black out when he started touching me. He was so rough and violent." Jayme looked up and tears just fell freely. "My father dropped me off at my mom's house. I was told to lie and say I ran away to see her and I was attacked on the street."

"Oh, Jayme."

"We went to the hospital and that's when I found out what he did to my back. At the time, we didn't have money to get plastic surgery to get rid of it."

"He was the same guy who hurt you at school?"

"Yeah." She looked up at him. "He did more."

"What?"

"When I was sixteen, right before I was to move in with my mom, my dad and I were attacked in an alley. My dad wanted to punish me for leaving, I suppose. He was the one who did. He told me he couldn't kill me because he loved me too much. My father was furious, so he grabbed the knife and did this," she said as she pointed to the scar on her neck. Then he stabbed my dad and me then took off, but not before promising he'd find me again." She took a deep breath. "He'll always find me."

"Jayme, why didn't you tell anyone?" Carlos asked.

"You think I was weak and stupid. I know. It's just I had to protect Meg. He said he'd hurt her to punish me."

"Who is he?" Davis leaned in closer. "Please Jayme. Don't let him get away with it. Meg's safe with Bosco."

"Matthew Westmore," she said as quietly as possible.

"Westmore?" Davis's eyes grew wide. "As in his father is Gregory Westmore. Big shot stockbroker."

"Yeah."

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"Father? I'm back. I would have been home sooner, but I had to take care of other business."

"I don't care about your other business. Did you scare her enough to keep quiet?"

"Yeah, I think she'll keep her mouth shut." Matthew Westmore looked to his father. "Don't worry. She'll never tell. She cares for me, dad. She won't get me in trouble."

"Sometimes, I think you really believe that. The girl despises you, Matthew. I don't want to know your methods. I just want things done. Now, Peter is going to get out on bail tomorrow and he wants his daughter back. You need to make that happen." Gregory turned and left his son to his thoughts.

Matthew couldn't help but smile. He was afraid he'd never get the chance to fully be with Jayme. Now, he had his chance. He'd take Megan for Peter and his father, then lure Jayme to him. Yeah. That would work. And no one would get in his way. No one.

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Carlos held Jayme as she silently cried. It took a lot out of her to finally admit what happened to her all those years ago. Rage filled him at the thought of someone hurting her so badly. Davis had to promise he wouldn't say a word, and he did, but Carlos knew he too wanted nothing more than to find Matthew Westmore. He was caught off guard when Jayme pulled back and looked up at him.

"I'm afraid," she whispered.

"I know," he replied.

"I want to go back to pretending it didn't happen."

"You can't. Look what it's done to you so far."

"I don't want people to know. I don't want him to know I've told." She looked at Carlos with fear in her eyes. "He'll come after me. I know it."

"Not while I'm around."

"I'm damaged. You know that right?" She buried her head in his chest. "You're the only man I've let this close to me. I've always trusted you."

He could feel her tears go through his shirt. Her body shook with tears. All Carlos could do was hold her. If there was more he could be doing, well he'd be doing it. He was never good with emotions but for some reason caring for Jayme always came natural. When she was ten he had this brotherly need to watch out for her. But, now he could see she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a woman now who still needed the same love and protection that she did back then. Carlos swore then as she slowly fell asleep that he'd be the one to give it to her.