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(Physical abuse in this chapter (don't like, don't read))

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Chapter 9: Jack's POV

I went to see Jess at about six PM. I walked up to the cell door. Jess was lying on her back on the bed. She glanced at me and sat up. "You know what I hate most about being here?" she started, "The fact that it brings back memories!"

"I know I'm going to regret asking this but uh, why does it bring back memories?" I asked her.

"Uh," she glanced around nervously, "I might've been here before..."

I nodded and muttered, "And I'm regretting it."

Jess sighed and said, "I know you're trying to support me and everything, but I think Kim needs a worthy opponent to practice with before tomorrow."

"You're trying to get rid of me, aren't you?" I guessed.

"Of course I'm not," she replied sincerely, "But face it, Jack, she will not have enough practice if she..." Her voice trailed off when she saw me looking at her skeptically. "I hate you," she told me, "Fine, yes, I'm trying to get rid of you. Please go." She looked at me with puppy eyes.

I tried to avoid looking at her but finally gave in. "Whatever," I muttered, "I'll see you tomorrow before the tournament."

She gave me a small smile and I left.

Jess's POV

Jack left and I sighed in relief. I leaned against the wall of the jail cell and closed my eyes. A voice echoed in my head, saying one thing over and over again, "You're worthless."

I opened my eyes and brought my legs up to my chest. My heart started to pound as I tried to keep an old memory buried. I covered my face with my hands.

Flashback

-Two Years Ago-

"Please," I begged, backing away, "I promise I won't be late again."

"Where were you?" Drake asked as he clenched his fists.

"I... I..." I stammered and Drake slapped me. I winced as I gingerly felt my cheek.

"Where were you?" he asked again.

"I was at Kai's house," I said quietly. I took another step back and felt the wall behind me.

Drake's eyes darkened. "Why?" he questioned as I slid down the wall.

I crawled away and turned to look at him "We were studying," I replied, choking back tears, "Can I go upstairs now?" We were currently in the kitchen; my mom was upstairs.

"No," he said sternly, "Stand up."

I did as I was told and he walked up to me. "Are you crying?" he asked as he glared at me.

I shook my head quickly and closed my eyes. I felt a sharp pain go through my arm; I held back a scream and opened my eyes. As I did, Drake hit me again, causing my lip to spilt and bleed. A single tear slipped down my cheek and I was pushed to the ground. I hit the hard floor and used one arm to prop myself up.

"You're worthless," Drake said before walking out.

I glanced up and saw him going upstairs. I stood up and clenched my fists. Tears of pain and anger fell from my eyes as I ran to the back door. I gripped my arm and looked at where Drake had hit me. A bruise was already forming. I ran out of the house and down the street. Only one person would help me: Kai.

-6 Months Later-

I bounced my leg up and down nervously; pain raced through my back. Kai sat next to me on his bed, holding a first-aid kit in his hand. He sighed and said gently, "You can't keep letting him do this to you, Jessi."

I closed my eyes and whispered, "I know, but, what else can I do?"

"You can tell the police," he suggested as he lifted the back of my tank-top up a couple of inches.

"I can't do that, Kai," I told him quietly. I winced when he started to clean the inch deep cut. "Kai, that hurts," I complained. I closed my eyes.

"Well I wouldn't have to do this if you would just go to the police!" he snapped, then sighed, "I'm sorry, Jess, I'm just worried about you."

"I know you are, and I appreciate it, but," I paused and took a deep breath, "but I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone's help."

Kai put a bandage on the cut and I got up. I grabbed my hoodie from the bed. "Jess, you may need that 'tough-girl' layer around Drake," Kai started, "but you don't need it around me."

"It's not a layer, Kai," I told him as I put the hoodie on, "it's me. This is how I've always been, I just tried to hide it when I came here." I looked at my phone and my eyes widened. "I gotta go," I said and walked quickly towards the door, "If I'm late again..." I bit my lower lip and glanced back at Kai.

"Jess," Kai sighed, "promise me you'll go to the police if Drake hurts you again."

I thought for a minute and said, "I pr... I prom... I'll see you tomorrow, Kai." I left quickly, knowing I would get home late... and what the consequences would be.

End of Flashback

I looked around the cell as I held back tears. I took in a shaky breath and reminded myself that Drake couldn't hurt me anymore. I was safe now. But the pain that he had caused was still there... I remembered my parents. They trusted him, but they didn't know what he was doing to me. Or what he wanted me to do.

Flashback

-Two Months Ago-

"Just do it," Drake hissed.

My hand shook as I pointed the gun at my parents. They looked so betrayed. Tears flooded in to my eyes, blurring my vision; I lowered the gun slightly. I shook my head and whispered, "I can't." I turned and pointed the gun at Drake. "I won't do it!" I yelled and was about to pull the trigger when-

Yelling brought me back to reality. I stood up and saw smoke. I laughed slightly and smiled when I saw someone walking towards the cell door through the smoke. "Kai?" I asked as I walked up to the door, "I remember this prank! I pulled it on the station like, what, almost a year ago? What are you doing here?" My smile faded when the smoke was waved away by the person now standing in front of me. "Drake..." I whispered in shock.

"The one and only," he replied, smirking as he held up the keys to the jail cell.

I backed away as he unlocked the door. "What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"An old friend of yours wanted me to break you out of jail," he replied as he opened the door and started to walk towards me, "So that's just what I'm doing. Let's go." He grabbed my arm but I pulled away from him.

"I am not going anywhere with you," I replied sternly.

Drake rolled him eyes and grabbed me again. I tried to pull away but his grip was too strong. "We're leaving," he told me as he pulled me out of the cell.

We walked quickly towards the back of the jail. I stopped abruptly when I saw a fire starting in the front of the jail. "Oh my gosh," I said quietly, "this isn't a prank... You actually set the jail on fire!"

"Can you think of a better distraction?" Drake questioned as he opened the back door, "Ladies first."

I stared at him for a moment, then said, "Oh you mean me, I thought you were talking about yourself."

He glared at me threateningly and I quickly ran out of the jail. I glanced back and saw that he wasn't running after me like I expected him to, instead he was running in the opposite direction.

I swallowed my nerves and ran to the forest. I kept running until I got to the Willow tree. I up to the trunk and stopped. I breathed heavily and sat down. "Nice to see you're out of jail," I heard a familiar voice say, "You're welcome, by the way."

I groaned and muttered, "Oh no..."

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