Chapter Seven

They were fast asleep I would always sing to them when they would get fussy or going to sleep I meant every word of what I sang I wrote that song myself after all I sat down on the sofa just looking at them sleep then I heard a knock on the door then Johnny appeared and closed the door behind him quietly.

He didn't say anything for a while I looked at him he then remembered what he had to say "Hey, um just wanted to see if you need anything." I shook my head and pierced my lips together.

"You have an amazing voice." He complemented I looked at him questionably.

"Oh, I heard you outside I wasn't listening in or anything." He rushed embarrassed.

"They are so cute." He commented changing the subject taking a seat next to me on the sofa I nodded smiling.

"Are they yours?" He asked looking me straight in the eyes I took a deep breath before I nodded he looked down but smiled anyway.

"How much do you know about me Johnny?" I asked.

He stared at me for a second I could tell he was thinking about everything that has happened since he met me I can't expect him to say yes I don't even think I know myself all that well anyway I can't expect other people to figure it out.

"I don't know that much about you Jasmine and you know that." He answered I licked my lips while nodding I stood up at stood by the window looking out.

"What I'm about to tell you Johnny is something you should never tell another person no matter what happens tell no one should I go on?"

He nodded urging me to go on I sighed smiling I sat down next to him and breath in and out.

I brushed my hair to the left side of my neck revealing a deep scar stretching across my shoulder.

"I got this when I was thirteen for not making dinner at six o'clock because I passed out from the loss of blood from the beating I got earlier that day." I grazed the scar trying to erase the day but failing to.

I pulled my shirt up revealing slash marks on my lower back that go higher and deeper "I got this when I was fourteen for answering a guy at a park that was asking for directions."

I was just about to lift up my sleeve when he cut me off.

"Stop- just stop" Johnny's voice cracked he took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes.

"Who did this to you Jasmine?" That was the question everyone asks me when they find the marks but I just say nothing and pretend I didn't hear the question but now was the moment of truth and for some reason I actually trust Johnny.

"I use to believe in fantasy you know those books and movies that would show you the goodness in life and that anything is possible if you believe but now fantasy seems like fiction to me.

When I was eight I remember going to the park with Mum and Dad we got ice cream and we sang a songs I still remember the songs it was Beatle songs Dad taught me how to play it on the piano he said his Dad taught him It's the only memory I can remember well the only happy one.

My Parents weren't like other parents after I was born they didn't stop partying, drinking or smoking but they made sure I didn't see them drink or smoked around me. Dad was a music teacher at a primary school and Mum worked at a bar. At a young age I was taught to all always believe in my self and to not make the same mistakes my parents did when they were young but that all changed.

Mum left Dad and I when I was ten said she couldn't take it anymore she said she met someone else and they wanted to start a family of their own Mum said she was pregnant with the man's child that she wants the child to grow up in a happy environment she left right after she said that she didn't even say good bye.

Dad changed after she left he stopped going to work he spent more time drinking he would shout a lot at me about things that didn't make sense.

One afternoon I came back home from school Dad was where he always was sitting in front of the tele with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a cigarette in the other I walked past him to my room without looking him in the eye as soon as I knew it my door opened.

I saw Dad there flat out drunk he walked up to me my scent was masked in the pungent smell of hard liquor he moved his hand up top my cheek and grazed it gently and said I looked so much like Mum.

Then he slapped me which sent me to the floor he kicked me in the gut repeatedly and laughed when I begged him to stop he said I was a whore just like Mum that the only reason why she left me was because she hated me and over time I believe him.

He didn't stop until I was coughing up blood that's when I passed out after that Dad started taking all his angry out on me and he was very angry I blamed myself for a long time and I still do." I ended with a sob I have never told anyone stories about my past the one reason why was because I don't like people saying sorry about it sorry won't change the past.

Johnny looked at me apologetically but said nothing he looked like he was in deep thought after all that is a lot to take in.

"Too bad that isn't the end of it I was stupid to think things would have changed when I met Hannah and Luke's father that however is different story entirely and one I am not ready to tell."