No Matter What ~ Jackxpenn

Chapter 33 - Familiar Faces

Note: This chapter and the next will be kinda confusing to understand, but bear with me, you will get it I promise haha Anyways, enjoy :)

Jenn POV

Suddenly, I heard voices behind the door in front of me. I strain my hearing, hoping I could catch their conversation. Unfortunately, to my luck, I heard nothing but faint murmers. Seconds later it seemed, the door was being thrown open, revealing two new men in the doorway, both with faint smiles on their faces. When they saw me though, their smiles turned into evil smirks and they quickened their footsteps. Each man took once of my arms, hauling me to my feet in one single motion. I couldn't quite tell if they were just that strong, or if I had done it so many times now that I had just already known what to do.

"Come on," One said, pulling me ahead of the other man and into another room. I looked around with a confused expression; what was so different about this room? It was just like the last, no windows or carpet; just a cement room. It wasn't until the door slammed and I heard his voice that I knew the answer. Matt was here this time.

I whimpered slighty, touching my arm where he had hit me last time. There was no way this was happening a second time. I was already covered in bruises; most of which are still fresh from the last round. What more did he want? I shuddered, and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would all go away.

He grabbed my weak arm, and tossed me towards him so he could have a strong grip with both hands; leaving me unable to break free. I continued to look down; I didn't want to see his face. It was the face of a monster.

Matt lifted his arm up from my shoulder. I hunched my shoulders and prepared for impact, but to my surprise he reached out and touched my cheek; his thumb gently stroking my cheekbone. I first looked at his hand, then snapped my eyes to his face, and almost gasped at what I saw.

"Oh my god," I whispered so low that I am positive he didn't even hear it.

The man isn't Matt this time.... But instead, the man who was standing in front of me is my father....

Immediately I try and back away from his touch. Seeing an opening from where he had lifted his hand up, I scramble backwards, keeping my eyes locked on his almost identical brown ones. I wouldn't let it happen; not again. He had already hit my mom and I too many times growing up. I thought I had finally seen the last of him when he had left us in one of his many drunken fits that he would have with my mother while I stay helplessly watching from the top of the dark stairwell. But I guess that wasn't the case; the man who had caused me so much pain was back again, and this time I'm afraid he wouldn't "go easy" on me like when I was a child.

"Sweetie," He began, "come on now. I'm not scary, just come give me a hug."

My heartbeat quickened, and I shook my head, gulping. He took a step forward, coming closer to me as I continued to scramble back; until I run into the wall. My father's eyes had an odd tone to them; they were welcoming but had a strange coldness to them that overpowered the warm welcoming that I had previously sensed. He reached out for my hand, grabbing my wrist and I shook it out of his grasp.

"Dad, stop," I managed to croak out.

"Stop? You want me to stop? I've been trying to reach out to you, I've been f*cking trying! All I want is to make this work Jennifer, and all I get is ignored!" He shouted, bawling his fists. My father had snapped; and that was never good. I could only imagine what would come next; my mother had only experienced this in depth before during their screaming wars at 1 in the morning.

My dad took a deep breath, as if he was trying to calm down, but anger overwhelmed him once again and he continued to scream, "You know what? I am done! You are a spoiled little bitch, Jenn! I hope you find a father that ignores you better than I did because I guess I'm just not good enough!"

Suddenly, he lifts his hand up and slaps my cheek, leaving a long lasting sting. I hold my cheek in my hands, hoping the burning and pain will go away. By now, I am hysterically crying, head in my knees. My father keeps screaming abusive things at me but all I can think about is my current fate. It seems to hit me like a truck; I am all alone, stuck in the middle of nowhere with men that do nothing but leave me with physical and emotional scars, and there is no one who can save me.

Eventually, I stumble onto my feet, and find my way out of the small room by sprinting past my father. I heard quick and heavy footsteps after me, signaling my father has started to run behind me. I hear yelled commands, and then many more footsteps. I keep running while tears continue to run down my face. At this point, I don't even know where I am going; I just need to get out of this hell as fast as possible.

Not thinking straight, possibly because of the tears blinding me, I run down a narrow hallway, only to find a dead end. Shit. I frantically look around, looking for some possible way to escape. Seeing no way out, I look behind me, and dart into another room that I saw while I was passing by. Hopefully the men are too far behind me to see, but at this point, I have lost a lot of time and I doubt it.

Instantly, I am pulled into a dark very small and crammed room. No not a room; a closet? Whatever it is, it sure is dark because I can't see a thing. Then, a light is flickered on above me and reveals that I am in fact in a closet. I peer through the small crack between the doors to check if the men have left, but I cannot see; it almost seems like the room had disappeared.

I slump down, sitting in the crammed closet, suddenly realizing how tired I am from running so far. Out of breath, I heave quick breaths in and out, as the tears begin to return, but more slowly this time. I lay my head in my knees, and cry.

Suddenly, a voice; in fact a voice I know far to well starts screaming my name, and I look up with red eyes, only to see no one there. Then, the walls seem to start caving in around me, and I wrap myself in a ball, tears still streaming down my face. "This is the end," I think, and take a deep breath.

TIME SKIP: BACK AT THE O2L HOUSE:

Jack POV

It has been only an hour since Matt had come to crash Jenn's party and everyone is still rattled. People were sitting, huttled in small groups, but not talking; just sitting there. The police had come to take Matt and his friends away after Ricky snuck out during the fight to call the cops without anyone notcing; I don't exactly know where they will be going, jail or wherever else, but I hope it's far, far away from us and Jenn. Thank God Jenn is okay; she had passed out after he punched her, but an ambulance came to inspect her injuries the same time the police did. The doctors informed us she is fine, and that we shouldn't wake her until she wakes up herself. So, Connor had carried her up to the guest room upstairs for her to rest. I haven't seen her yet; and I'm kinda pissed that it wasn't me who got to carry her upstairs, but I know that seeing her in that fragile state could, and possibly would bring me to tears.

The last hour has been spent cleaning the house; not only did Matt and his friends ruin the party, but they also trashed the place. They broke lamps, spilled garbage and drinks all over, and ripped down the decorations.

As I fill a garbage bag with empty plastic cups, Trevor comes up to me, eyes widened and concerned, as if he had seen a ghost. I roll my eyes, knowing this is some kind of joke, but when I look back at him, his expression hasn't changed, and I begin to worry. Knowing Trevor, if this was a joke, he would have caved my now.

"What's wrong?" I ask worried, taking my free hand and putting it on his shoulder.

He opens his mouth to speak, but cannot find the words and closes it. He looks down, then looks back up at me, closing his eyes quickly before speaking, "It's- It's Jenn," Is all he has to say before my stomach jumps to my throat.

Author's note: Hey guys. Bonus chapter, and possibly another one coming tomorrow :)