Right through Me Chapter 3

Disclaimer: same as last

Jeanette sat on the stone steps at the end of the day, her ear buds in her ears as she watched for her foster father's car, she watched a lot of her classmates start breaking off into groups heading to different places, all the different cliques pissed her off, but she tended to ignore most of them. As Jeanette sat patiently waiting she felt a tap on her shoulder, she took out her ear bud as she looked at Terry, "Hi, again." She said as he smirked slightly, "Know how you said you were looking up things about your mom and dad?" he asked as she looked at him, "Yeah." "I might know someone who could possibly tell you more about them, I looked them up, they used to work for Bruce Wayne and it happens I know him." Jeanette raised an eyebrow at him, "I've got enough information for today." She said putting the ear bud back in her ear. Terry sighed as he stood up from his spot next to her, she looked at him from the corner of her eye as she looked forward noticing Colby looking at her, she stood up wrapping an arm around Terry in a one-armed hug as he did the same, she walked down the stairs to the car. Jeanette took out her ear bud as Colby looked at her, "So, how was your first day?" he asked as they pulled away from the high school, "It was ok." She said with a shrug as he nodded slightly, "Talking to Terry again?" he asked as she looked at him, "Kind of, but not really." She said as he bit his lip, she sighed sinking into the seat, "You know how I feel about him," Colby said ready to give the same speech he had given her almost a year ago, "I don't want that boy near you." "Yes dad." Jeanette said as they pulled up to their apartment complex.

Jeanette walked up the stairs to the apartment to see Ciara watching the news, "Hi mom." Jeanette said as Ciara put the TV on mute, "Hi honey how was your first day?" she asked as Jeanette shrugged again, "It was ok." Was all she said as she headed to her bedroom closing the door behind her. Jeanette sat on her bed, resting her head on the headboard, staring at the ceiling as her mind raced from the day's events, the picture of her mother, well and alive in a newspaper almost 5 years ago. Jeanette found it hard to believe that Colby and Ciara had no contact with her for almost fourteen years, it could have been possible that they had been in contact, but lied to Jeanette in order to protect her, or just didn't want her knowing her mother was a possible murderer. Jeanette sighed sitting up grabbing her laptop and searched the names Adam and Cassata Fuller, when she typed it in the first thing that popped up was the murder charge on her mother, but below was a link to Wayne Enterprises from fourteen years ago, before Jeanette was ever born, she clicked on it to see a picture of Cassata next to Adam, who was receiving an award from Bruce Wayne. Even though the picture was in black and white, Jeanette could see the look of jealousy in her mother's eyes; her smile was forced as she read the caption below:

Adam Fuller (pictured above) shakes hands with Mr. Bruce Wayne as he receives an award for discovering a cure to a rare mental disorder that has appeared again in the past five years called Bipolar Disorder. Adam Fuller's wife of a year, Cassata Fuller, joins her husband on stage as he receives the award, both have been employed at Wayne Enterprises since they were eighteen years old as interns before becoming scientists.

Jeanette kept scrolling when she found her father's obituary, she clicked on it:

Adam Nicholas Fuller, 34, was buried today after being found murdered by one of his maids tied to his bed he shared with estranged wife Cassata Fuller, 33, the maid said Mrs. Fuller and Mr. Fuller had been arguing lately and that the couple would, very often, have the cops called on each other. The maid, who does not wish to be named, stated that the day before she had walked in on Mrs. Fuller wielding a knife on Mr. Fuller proclaiming, "I swear to God I will kill you." Cassata was nowhere to be found in the house, but authorities had picked her up shortly after while leaving work at a local shelter, when they told her she was under arrest for the murder of her husband, she immediately fell to her knees in the street crying. Cassata is expected in court within the next month to be charged with the murder of her husband since her finger prints were found all over the knife that had killed him, members of the family swore up and down Cassata would never do such a thing, but mental health issues ran in the family since her father Jack was locked away in Arkham himself for most of her life. Pictured above are Cassata Fuller, her mother-in-law, her sisters Rachel and Andrea, her mother, and her two friends Colby and Ciara Michaels.

"Jeanette! Dinner!" Ciara called as Jeanette closed her laptop as she walked out of her room she sat down at the table as her foster parents sat down, she stared down at her plate, "Something wrong?" Colby asked, "How come you never told me my mom's alive?" Ciara shot a look at her husband as he shifted uncomfortably, "That was five years ago, Jeanette, we have no idea how she is now." "In Arkham Asylum, for loonies, because of something she potentially didn't do." "How do you know all this?" Ciara asked abruptly, "Gotham High's library and the internet, I read an article on her, you both lied to me saying she was dead!"

"Because she is dead! To you, to us, and to everyone else!"

"You probably didn't want her seeing me."

"Damn right, we were protecting you from her!"

"SHE'S MY MOM!"

"SHE'S A PSYCHO!"

"SHUT UP!"

Jeanette yelled as she felt her blood boil, she gripped the table tightly trying to control her anger, Colby looked at her as he pinched her leg, Jeanette jumped, blinked and then looked down at her hands. The knuckles were pure white, her nails had ripped the cloth, and splintered the wood slightly; Jeanette stood up from the table, "Where are you going?" Ciara asked, her voice shaking, "For a walk." Jeanette said slamming the door behind her as she walked out into the hallway. Colby and Ciara looked at each other in silence as Colby stood up leaving his wife at the table while he disappeared into their bedroom, Ciara sat alone at the table, and tears began to fall.

The night was quiet except for the few hover cars that passed Jeanette as she walked on the sidewalk, she had no idea where she was going, but all she knew was she had to clear her head before she did something stupid. Gotham at night gave her the creeps, she had heard all the stories about the gangs, drug dealers, robbers, and other criminals that lurked in the shadows waiting to pounce on someone unsuspecting, but she didn't care at this point because if anyone touched her she would kill them. The sound of her boots sloshing in the puddles gave her a piece of mind on the quiet walk, a secure feeling in a way, but she knew others could hear her coming if they dared to touch her; the dark seemed to get darker as she neared semi unfamiliar territory, something in her mind told her to keep going, but her feet disobeyed. A smell came from the shadows, so horrible, that she nearly gagged on it, she took a step back as a rat scurried by her feet, she jumped back again quickly getting grabbed, and turned around to see a man with a leather jacket and crooked yellow teeth smiling at her, "Well hello there youngin', what brings you to these parts?" he asked as others emerged from the shadows wielding pipes, screwdrivers, and crowbars. Jeanette squirmed as the man tightened his hold on her, "Where you think you're going?" "Attempting to get away from you creeps." She hissed as the man laughed, "Good luck with that one! You can't get away from me and no one's around to hear you scream." He said chuckling as he pulled out his knife, he pushed her down, covered her mouth with his hand, and sat on her hips, "Now be a good girl," he said, "and it 'll be over before you know it."

Jeanette growled a low growl as she bit down on his hand making him yell removing his hand, she quickly grabbed his head, head butted him, making him fall over, grabbed the knife, kicked him in the stomach, and held the knife to his throat, "Now be a good boy," she said in a mocking tone, "and it'll be over before you know it." With a quick fluid movement she slit his throat a smirk crossing her face as she felt rage bubble in her blood, she turned to the group, who all looked shocked, "So, whose next?" she asked the smirk turning into a grin as she was rushed. The fight was over within five minutes, the whole group lying in the street, groaning if they were still alive, and the rest had slit throats eyes open in shock as the adrenaline in Jeanette slowly faded, she stood looking lost with the bloody knife. Blood spilled from her shoulder from when she was hit at first with a crow bar, her legs shook, her breathing was rapid, her eyes wide as saucers, in a panic she dropped the knife and looked at her hands covered in blood. Jeanette put her hand on her shoulder as she started walking away from the scene, hoping no one had seen, the fire inside her had died down, and she had no idea where she was going to go, definitely not home and not to the hospital nor the police station, so she just walked. The pain in her shoulder grew worse as she felt the blood continue to flow, her legs were still shaking, her chest was on fire, and tears had started flowing down her face as she continued to walk towards the one place she knew she was safe, Terry's house.

Terry sat at the dinner table with his mom and little brother when he heard a knock on the door, he stood up, went to the door and saw Jeanette standing there, shaking, "Terry," she said as he stared at her, "I need help."

TBC…