Purple Eyes - J.H

Chapter 22

Jaden pov

"Kash?" Blair asked.

"Blair bear?" Kash asked back.

They've been doing this for twenty minutes now. Kash wants ice cream but both Parker and Blair have said she has to eat her dinner first and if she still wants ice cream after then she can have it. That hasn't been going down well. Kash is just refusing to eat anything and is demanding ice cream. She's had a nap in between now and earlier. She's sat in between me and Blair with Parker sat across from us. She is just staring at the plate with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.

I took the knife and fork from Blair and slid the plate in front of me. I separated all the food into their respected piles. I pushed her shredded bbq pork to one side, the macaroni cheese was pushed to another, and finally I had her peas and sweetcorn on the third side. I placed her bread pieces in the middle of the plate and pushed it back in front of her. She looked at me like I was crazy while Blair and Parker stayed silent to see what I was going to do.

"Kash, I need you to eat at least five bites of each pile and three bread pieces. If you don't, you want get ANY ice cream ever again, AND, I'll never show you my songs." I said with a straight face. Kash looked at me and pouted. That nearly made me break. When she saw I wasn't going to budge, she let out a dramatic sigh.

"I don't like you anymore." She mumbled as she started eating her food.

"Yeah? Well not many people like me, suck it up." I responded. Blair raised her eyebrows impressed and Parker was just looking in between me and Kash like something extraordinary had happened.

"You know what? You aren't going home." Parker said pointing at me. I laughed and continued to eat.

"Miss, I specifically said five bites from each pile, pushing it around to spread it out won't take away from the fact that you've only eaten a single bite from each pile." I said as stopped Kash from trying to reduce her meal again.

"But Jadeeeen." She whined.

"No. No buts Kash. You've gotta eat this so you can grow up and be a superstar. You know all the best superstars eat their food. I bet you Machine Gun Kelly eats all of his food." I said as I now held the fork of food in front of her.

"You're right. I'm gonna eat it allllllllll up." She said as she started eating a lot faster.

"Okay, but be careful before you choke yourself. You can't be a superstar if you're dead. Slow down Kash." I said as I got up to put my plate in the kitchen.

"Fucking how?" Blair asked me as I walked in.

"Magic dear. I'm a magician." I said sarcastically. "It's called bribery. She's a child. If she thinks she can get what she wants if she does this or if she does that, then nine times out of ten, she'll fucking do it. Basic human instincts. You should keep your head up more in psychology." I explained.

"Arsehat." She mumbled.

"aRsEhAt." I mocked.

"I've finished!" Kash shouted from the living room.

"Okay Kash, I'm coming." Parker shouted.

A few moments later Kash came bounding in and short herself at Blair's legs. She suddenly almost dropped like a fucking dead body.

"I'm tired Blair bear." She mumbled as Blair picked her up.

"Okay sweetheart, we'll go lay you down yeah?" Blair asked. Kash just nodded her head against Blair.

"Night night Jaelyn, I'll see you next time." She giggled softly at the name she gave me.

"Night Kash, I'll see you soon." I said as I watched Blair walk off with her.

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"I think I've come to a decision." Blair said randomly.

We were sat in the woods not too far from our houses, she had found an old treehouse like thing. It was just the base, I'm assuming all the walls had been blown or taken down over time. It was actually pretty peaceful. Except for when the wind picked up, it was fucking cold when that happened, but it was like a relaxing kind of cold. If you get what I mean?

"Come to a decision about what little one?" I asked. I've recently learned that she hates being called little one. For a girl with a shorter brother, she is surprisingly tall, almost 5"10. So she's only a few inches shorter than me.

"Okay first of all, fuck you, you are literally taller than me by an inch, you like to pretend you're 6"2 but we both know you're 5"11, and you're only 16 days older than me. I am not a fucking LiTtLe OnE." She huffed, mocking my somewhat Texan accent. "And second of all, I want to see if I can get my dad help. I don't know if I told you, but he takes Ketamine. If I can get him into some sort of rehab facility or a mental institution, or fucking both, then maybe my dad can come home. I really want to help him, and I know that you and your mum are really set on the idea of telling the police what happened, but I just can't, my body physically won't let me. I stood outside the police station for like 30 minutes earlier, my mind was compelling me to walk inside, but my body was stiff and refused to move." She said, she didn't break eye contact with me once.

"You didn't tell me, but Parker did. I was trying to figure out a way to get you to tell me yourself without talking about it directly. My mom had an idea that if he does take something, then as a private investigator, she can refer him to places without them questioning too much. She really wants to help because she can see the attachment you have on him. We just need him to comply with it all, and you might be able to get him back." I explained as I pulled her closer. The way the wind was blowing and the way we were sitting meant that if she sat directly next to me, some of the wind would be blocked my body. Holy shit. It's fucking cold.

"Of course Parker told you. Sometimes that man gets in my last fucking nerve cell. Ugh, I don't know what to do. On the one hand, I know that if we can get my dad help, then he can come home and I can have a somewhat functional family. I mean yes, I'll have trauma and would probably flinch quite a lot whenever he walked into a room, but I'll still have him. But on the other hand, I know that he deserves to be sent down for the shit that he has done, and a  part of me really wants to see him get what he deserves. He killed my mum. He almost killed my brother, and possibly could have, we still don't know if he'll wake up. He had me raped, and beats me non stop. He's a despicable person. What do I do Jae?" She asked. Her voice was cracking a little bit and her eyes had glossed over. Poor girl. She really is stuck.

"Well, I can't tell you directly what I think, because I don't want to influence your decision, this is a choice you need to make on you own. But think about this; is a future relationship with him really worth spending thousands on rehab treatments? In your eyes, is it worth it? If the answer is a straight yes, then by all means get him the treatment. But if the answer is a no, then get him sent down. Give your mind the closure it needs to move on. If the answer is an 'I don't know' then I think you should go for the second option. If your mind was adamant on bringing him home, then you wouldn't even need to consider the second choice." I explained.

She let out a shaky breath. It's kinda hard to tell the choice she's made, all of them have a lot of cons in her mind, but one of them has a lot more pros than the other. She could've chosen any of the three options that would have caused her to have that reaction. It's also a lot more difficult for her because of the fact that  she has to make a decision for both her and Sam, without his input. Most of me is hoping she'll choose one of the other options. While I want her to be happy with the man she deserves to have as a father, I feel like he is too far down the rabbit hole to be pulled out.

"Can you take me to the police station?" She asked. Holy shit, no fucking way.

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A/N - hai. How are you? Did you eat and drink water today? Well make sure that you do.

Where are you from, I'm curious?