Jordan Voight: Teenage Years

Buried Secret Pt 1

Jordan- 15

Finally it was Friday the end of another long hell week at school, Jordan couldn't wait to get out and go home. She felt so exhausted. Now that her sleep has been back on track she's been trying to keep it that way but still felt so tired. She was going to meet up with her close friend Eva Dawson. She and Eva were barely a year or two apart. She was close with both of the Dawson siblings, like with Lexi she considered them close cousins in a way and she would fight for them.

As Jordan was walking to meet Eva she stopped as she saw the young Dawson arguing with a boy around their age. From a distance Jordan could have sworn she'd seen that boy from somewhere but couldn't put her finger on it. When the boy had hit Eva that was more than enough for Jordan to take action. Nobody harms her family and gets away with it.

Storming over she grabbed the boy's arm and began painfully twisting it behind his back, all she had to do was make one move and she'd snap his arm.

"Look here asshole, nobody and I mean nobody hurts my cousin and gets away with it. Who the hell are you anyway?" Jordan spoke sharply at the boy.

"Dude get the hell off me! My father will have your ass if you don't get off me!"

Jordan froze hearing that voice, she knew it anywhere. It was her abusive dick of an ex-boyfriend. Michael Roberts. She remembered the little prick anywhere, the last time she remembered seeing him was when her brother beat him down when Justin caught the prick beating his sister. He had kept his word about staying away from her now he moved on to Eva and she wasn't about to be another victim of his. Not on Jordan's watch.

She roughly turned him making sure to keep direct eye contact with the little shit. When Michael came face to face with his ex-girlfriend deep down he was afraid but kept a straight face. He remembers very well getting his ass beat by her brother and he never wanted that to happen again.

"Jordan, you better let me go or else" He tried to keep his voice straight.

"Or else what?" She challenged him. "You gonna beat me again? I don't think you will because you're a scared little wuss. My brother may not be here to beat the hell out of you anymore, I sure as hell will and not give a damn"

"If you don't let me go, my dad will make sure you'll pay for this"

That caused her to chuckle dryly. "Really? You're gonna run to daddy to help you because you're getting your ass handed to you by a girl? See the difference between you and me Michael, I don't need my dad to fight my battles for me, he may come to my aid but he don't fight my battles. I fight my own. I learned how to fight, I grew a back bone and I don't let anyone walk over me anymore. Especially little assholes like you. People like you always have someone fight your battles for you because you're too much of a wuss to do it yourself. If I ever catch you around my cousin or any other girl, so help me Michael I will let it get out what you did and what you are. Don't test me or my patience all I gotta do is tell my dad or one of his officers, they'll come down on you like a ton of bricks. One of his detectives is Eva's father. You seriously make it a bad habit about messing with cops kids don't you? Try and get us with your father is a powerful man and all that crap. Please get over it and yourself"

As Michael made a move to escape her hold and go at her, Jordan turn and twisted his arm and with one move...Snap.

"Ow! You bitch! You broke my arm!"

"I've been called worse than that and you deserved it. Be lucky I didn't break your hand after you hit my cousin. Let this be your first and last warning. Stay away from Eva, stay away from any girl that comes around you or I'll ruin you. Understood" When Michael didn't answer, he just whined and whimpered in pain she added more pressure to his broken arm, "I said, do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes now get off!"

She let him go and shoved him to the ground then picked him up by his shirt. "You've been warned and just know, I don't like telling people things twice"

"You're gonna pay for this"

"You wanna test me? I dare you"

Without a word he ran away making Jordan roll her eyes, changing her tone she looked back at her cousin. She could already see a bruise forming on her cheek and a hand print in the wake.

"Are you alright?" Jordan asked her softly.

"I'm fine. You know that guy?" Eva replies, holding her bruised cheek.

"Unfortunately, yes. He's my abusive prick of an ex boyfriend from last year"

"You mean that was him?"

Jordan nodded. "He only backed off because Justin beat the living hell out of him. When I tried to fight back he was always stronger than me. I knew from then on not to take any crap from guys like that, my back bone started growing from there and after Justin died. Gabby knows so does Sylvie, Casey, Will and Natalie"

"But not your dad?"

"I would prefer not to tell him, I'd like for him not to go back to jail. He would kill Michael. He said there was something about Michael he didn't like I thought it was him being overprotective"

"You made it out though, you survived it"

"Let's get your cheek looked at"

"I'll be fine, I have to get to my mom's before she loses it. It's her week with us"

"How's it been since the divorce?"

"Crazy"

Jordan wished she knew of something to help her cousins through their parents nasty separation and divorce. She never would know if her own parents would be together or if the job would force them apart. After wishing her cousin well and seeing her off, Jordan went to the district.

She arrived and went inside she saw Adam and Kevin going upstairs and hopped on Adam's back. "Howdy boys"

"There she is, how was your day darlin" Adam said.

"Same old, nothing new"

When they got upstairs Hank's door was closed, inside his office with him was Michael's father laying into Hank. In the lounge was Michael, his arm now in a cast. Jordan rolled her eyes. Michael looked from the lounge to see Jordan crossing her arms, shooting up he made a bee line for Hank's office.

"Dad! Dad! She's here!" Michael called, opening the door with his good hand.

A middle aged man had emerged from Hank's office with him he was well dressed from head to toe. He walked over to Jordan meeting nose to nose with her. The teen had raised her eye at him.

"Personal space dude" She told him bluntly.

"You're going to pay for breaking my son's arm" He told her sharply, putting a finger in her face.

"Two things. First, not my fault he can't take an ass whooping from a girl. Tell your son he should learn to keep his hands to himself. Second, if you don't get your hand out of my face you'll get a broken hand. Michael should be damn lucky that's all I gave him for hitting this girl I know"

"I know my son, he doesn't do that. It's you who did it to him"

She laughed dryly. "Seriously?" She looked at her ex boyfriend who cowered behind his father. "That's how you wanna play this? Fine. I told you not to test me. I never laid a hand on Michael except for in self defense. The girl I saw him hit today was Eva Dawson. Detective's Dawson daughter. Your son is a woman beater and I know that to be a fact"

"Jo, what are you saying?" Hank asked his daughter, feeling a knot in his stomach.

With a pointed look, staring right at her ex boyfriend she answered. "Michael abused me"