CHAPTER 7
Jack and I pulled up in front of Evelyn's house. I looked over and saw Evelyn and Bobby coming out of the house. Jack got out of the car and went over to my side and opened the door.
"Hi there, sweetie. How are you feeling?" Evelyn asked as her and Jack both helped me out of the car.
"In a little bit of pain, but I'm doing better," I said as I started to walk.
"You hungry?" Evelyn asked as we made our way towards the house.
"Yeah," I said as we slowly went up the steps.
Jack opened the door as Evelyn helped me inside.
"Yo, fairy! You gonna help me with this stuff?" Bobby asked as he grabbed one of my suitcases.
"Yeah," Jack said as he turned around and came down the steps.
Evelyn walked me into the living room and helped me sit down on the couch.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" Evelyn asked as she took off my shoes.
"No thanks. I'm good for now," I said as I rested back on the couch.
Bobby and Jack came through the door and took my stuff upstairs.
"If it's alright, you're going to be sharing a room with Jack. He begged for me to let you stay in there," Evelyn said as she set my shoes aside.
"That's fine," I said as Evelyn stood up.
The timer started going off in the kitchen.
"I'll be right back, dear," Evelyn said as she walked into the kitchen and got a chocolate cake out of the oven.
Jack and Bobby came back downstairs. Bobby walked into the kitchen as Jack came over and sat down beside me on the couch.
"Need anything?" Jack asked as he looked over at me.
"No, I'm fine," I said as I looked over at Jack. "I was looking at the picture over there on the fireplace. I see that you have two other brothers?"
"Yeah. Angel is in the Marine's. He's been gone for a little over a year. The other one is Jerry. He lives at his own place with his wife and two kids," Jack said as he looked over at the picture. "You'll meet them sometime."
I sat there as memories flooded my mind.
My dad backhanded me and wrapped his hands around my throat as he slammed me down on the bed. He got into my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He held both of my hands down as he reached down and slid my pajama bottoms down.
Jack looked over at me and noticed that I had tears in my eyes.
"Hey," Jack said as he put his hand on my shoulder. "Lacy?"
"Huh-what?" I asked as I looked over at Jack.
"You alright?" Jack asked as he looked into my eyes.
"Y-yeah. Just thinking about some stuff. Would it be alright if I went upstairs and layed down?"
"Yeah, let me help you," Jack said as he stood up and then helped me up.
Jack helped me up the steps and down the hall to his room. We went into the bedroom and he helped me sit down on the bed. I layed down as Jack covered me up with a blanket.
"Do you want me to stay in here with you?" Jack asked as he kneeled down beside me.
"No. I'm fine. I'm sure that you will be bored if you stay in here with me," I said with a smirk on my face.
"That's not true, but if you need anything, just yell for me," Jack said before he got up.
Jack walked over to the door and turned around to look at me before he closed the door. He smiled as he looked at me and then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I layed there Jack's bed and started to doze off.
My dad backhanded me and wrapped his hands around my throat as he slammed me down on the bed. He got into my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He held both of my hands down as he reached down and slid my pajama bottoms down.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I struggled to get free from his grip.
"You'll see," my dad said as he chuckled.
He pulled my panties down and got on top of me.
"Stop!" I yelled as I tried to get free from his grip.
He unzipped his jeans and slid them down a little. I continued to struggle and then he smacked me across the face. I was frozen in fear and I didn't know what I could do to make him stop. He forcefully entered me as he covered my mouth. My eyes were wide and I tried to scream but his hand was over my mouth. He laughed as he pumped into me hard. It was so painful and I felt like I couldn't move. He had never done this before and I couldn't believe that he was raping me. He continued to pump into me faster and harder as he laughed. Tears came out of my eyes. He moved his hand off of my mouth and started to punch me in the face.
I sat up from my nightmare with sweat on my face. I breathed hard as tears went down my cheeks. I felt my stomach turn and I covered my mouth as I got up and ran for the bathroom. I ran into the bathroom and closed the door. I went over to the toilet and the contents from my stomach emptied. I kneeled down to the floor on my knees as I let out a sob. I flushed the toilet and then stood up to rinse my mouth out. I looked at myself in the mirror as the tears continued to go down my cheeks. I looked down and saw a razor sitting on the sink. I closed my eyes as I shook my head. I opened my eyes and reached over to pick up the razor. I walked over and sat down on the floor against the wall.
"I can't do this anymore," I whispered as tears rolled down my cheeks.
I took the razor and placed it to my wrist. I slid the razor and slashed my skin open. I looked down as blood started to run off of my wrist and onto the floor.
"Lacy? You in there?" I heard Jack's voice say as he knocked at the door. "Lacy? You alright?"
Jack didn't hear me say anything and started to get worried. He opened the door slightly and saw me on the floor holding the razor.
"Lacy!" Jack yelled as he came into the bathroom and kneeled down beside me.
I looked over at Jack with tears going down my face. Jack took the razor from me and set it on the floor beside him. He grabbed a towel that was hanging up on the rack and wrapped it around my wrist. I continued to look at Jack as he held the towel to my wrist. Jack looked into my eyes with tears welding in his eyes.
"Don't tell her, Jack," I whispered as I looked at him. "Please."
"I won't, but please don't do this. You don't need to do this," Jack whispered as he looked into my eyes. "You're better than this. People want you here," Jack said as he continued to look into my eyes.
"I'm sorry," I said as tears went down my cheeks.
"It's okay," Jack said as he stood up and went over to the medicine cabinet.
He got some things out and came back over to me. He unwrapped the towel from my wrist and cleaned my cut. I winced as he put the alcohol on my wrist. Jack blew on it as I looked up at him.
"Sorry," Jack whispered as he wrapped the bandage around my wrist.
"How do you know how to do this?" I asked as I watched him.
"Try living with three brothers that always got hurt," Jack said as he continued to wrap the bandage around my wrist.
Jack finished taking care of my cut and picked the razor up off the floor. He put it back on the sink and helped me up. He walked me across the hall to his room and closed the door behind him. I sat down on the bed and Jack sat down with me.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jack asked as he looked at me.
"I just keep having flashbacks and I just can't take it anymore. It's too much to deal with," I said as tears formed in my eyes. "I've never had to deal with anything like this before. I don't know what to do," I said as I choked on my tears.
"You can come to me. I've been through this stuff before. I went through it during my childhood and I just want you to know that I do know what you are going through and I will be here for you when you need me," Jack said as he placed his hand on my shoulder and looked at me in the eyes. "Evelyn's here, Bobby. I know that he might not seem like the guy to go to, but he'll listen," Jack said with a smirk on his face.
"It's upsetting," I said as I looked down and shook my head. "Right before my dad did what he did to me, he told me that he was the one that killed my mother," I said as I continued to shake my head and look down. "All along, I thought my mom committed suicide."
"Yo, Jackie!" we heard Bobby yell from downstairs.
"Be right back," Jack said before he got up and walked out of the bedroom.
Jack walked down the hallway and stood at the top of the steps.
"Ma wants you," Bobby said as he looked up at Jack.
Jack came down the steps and went into the kitchen.
"Dinner's ready. I'm going to make you and Lacy plates so she doesn't have to come downstairs. Just make sure you bring the dishes down after you're done," Evelyn said as she put some chicken, mashed potatoes, carrots, and peas onto our plates. "How is she?"
"She's alright. She's having a rough time right now, but I'm talking her through it," Jack said as he grabbed the plates.
"That's my Jackie. Always knowing how to take care of things," Evelyn said with a smile.
Jack brought the plates of food upstairs and came into his room.
"Dinner is served," Jack said as he walked over and handed me a plate.
"Thanks," I said as I took the plate and sat it down on my lap.
I cut a piece off of the chicken and took a bite. It was perfect.
"Ya know, to be honest, I haven't had a home-cooked meal like this since I was little," I said as I continued to eat.
"Really? Well, you'll be getting meals every day. Ma makes TONS of food all the time," Jack said as he ate his food.
"Do you play your guitar a lot?" I asked as I looked over at his guitar.
"Yeah. Bobby doesn't like it, but I play when I can."
"Do you write your own songs?"
"Yeah. I have like ten written and I'm working on a couple."
I nodded my head as I continued to eat. We finished up our food and Jack took our plates downstairs. Evelyn had cut me and Jack some cake and he brought it upstairs.
"She made dessert," Jack said as he walked over to me and handed me the plate.
I took the plate and started to eat the cake.
"She make this from scratch?" I said before I took another bite.
"Yeah. She makes pretty much everything from scratch," Jack said after he took a bite.
Later that night, I was laying on the bed and Jack came into the room and closed the door behind him. He grabbed a pillow and tossed it to the floor.
"You don't have to sleep down there," I said as I looked over at him.
Jack looked over at me.
"I know that it's uncomfortable to sleep on the floor. You can sleep up here. There's enough room," I said as I moved over against the wall.
"You sure you're okay with it?" Jack asked as he looked over at me. "I just want you to be sure."
"Yeah," I said as I nodded my head.
Jack stood up and put the pillow back on the bed. He turned the light off and covered us up.
"You okay?" Jack whispered.
"Yeah. I'm fine," I whispered back as I rested my head on the pillow.
"Okay, well, goodnight," Jack whispered.
"Night," I whispered back with a smile on my face.
I was finally happy. Jack made me feel so safe and I felt like I could talk to him about anything. He was understanding and thoughtful when it came to dealing with my issues. I trusted him with everything and I felt like I had known him my whole life. I had a feeling that my life was going to take a turn for the better.
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