Call Me Maybe

Chapter Fourteen

As we get to the motel i keep thinking about his scar. It extends from his middle back to his side. I just can't think of what it could be from. I don't want to ask him about it because he doesn't seem like he wants to talk about it, but i want to know what happened. He parks the car, gets out and comes over to open my door. I get out and we walk to our room. "Well I think I'm gonna go to bed, take a shower if you need too. I will talk to you later." Jason says, walking to the bed. I don't feel like taking a shower, so I go to my side of the bed and get out the clothes I'm gonna wear. He goes to the bathroom, i get dressed quickly. Then I lay down in bed and wait for him to come. He walks out and lays next to me. I whisper "You know i care about you and i want us to be able to tell each other things we wouldnt tell anybody else, okay? So what is the scar on your back?" He looks at me. "Okay. I will tell you but dont look at me any different than you do right now." I nod and he starts telling me about the scar. "It was awhile back when I was about 16. I was a jock at the time and very popular. I hung out with the wrong group of kids, you know skipping school to do drugs and things with girls that I completely regret. This was just a couple months before I accepted Christ and the worst time of my life. Well my dad was not a good man, he did the same things I did. Not only did he do those things but he beat my mom. My mom always took the beatings for me and one day my dad beat her to much and she didn't make it." He starts to tear up. I am in shock and try to comfort him. "I'm so sorry, you do have to say any more." I give him a hug. He pulls away gently and continues "No, I want too. You asked and I want to tell you. It really hurt me that she was gone. I went into depression for about five months and then my dad, finally came to talk to me....at least I thought he was going to talk." He chokes on his words then continues. "You boy! Now your moms gone, it's your turn! He told me and I of course didn't know what to do, so I stood up to him and told him to turn around and leave me alone. He came at me, took his belt off and beat me for thirty minutes straight. He kept beating me for months until I finally told somebody about it. I told my teacher and they ended up having my dad come to school, so they could see if anything was going on at home. I got home that day and he asked me what I had told the school. I said that I didn't know what he was talking about and he called me a liar. I could tell he had drunk too many beers so I went to my room as fast as I could and he was right behind me. I tried to close my door but he was too fast and got half his body between the wall and the door, so he could get through. I ran under my bed and I heard a loud crash, then he came to look under the bed. I tried to get away from him but I couldnt and he finally caught me. With a broken beer bottle in his hand he slashed it across my back and that's where the scar came from." I couldn't believe what he had gone through, so I simply reply with "I am so sorry, I had no clue." I put my head right next to his for comfort. "It's okay, you are the first person I have ever told." We cuddle and he pushes the hair out of my face and kisses my forhead. "Because of what my mom went through I will treat any woman like she is a princess. No woman or girl should go through something like that. This is one of the reasons I save girls being forced to be a prostitute because they can't get out of it, just like my mom with my dad." He is incredible.