It Started That Day

Her (Jase's perspective)

That girl that bumped into me earlier is sitting outside my house. She looks like she is crying. And maybe bleeding. But I could be wrong, my eyesight isn't very good.

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It just started raining and she is still there and I know now that she is really crying. I think I should go out there.

"Uh, hi?" she wipes her eyes and looks up at me.

She sniffles, "Hi I'm sorry, I will go, it is just that I needed to get away from home."

"No, you don't have to walk home in the rain. Come inside. Let's get you cleaned up."

"How do I know your not an axe murderer?" she questions.

"You'll have to trust me."

I hold out my hand and she takes it. I lead her upstairs to my room. "What happened to your cheek?" I touch it and she flinches.

"I was punched," she looks down as though she were ashamed.

"Whoever hit you is a coward."

"It was my dad."

"Where was your mom?"

"Okay listen, this is my life and I have my own way of dealing with it."

"Okay," I didn't want push her. "I guess I should know your name before I ask questions, Jase," I stuck my hand out waiting for her shake it.

She grabbed it weakly, "Brin."

"Okay, so what do you like to wear?"

"Tops and bottoms?" she looked at me like I haven't lived on this planet before.

I handed her a pair of basketball shorts that shrunk in the wash and an old t-shirt.

"Thank you, where is the bathroom?" she looked around a little.

"Um, my step dad was just in there for more then usual, so I wouldn't use it, you can change in here and I will go out in the hall." I left the room and waited for this beautiful girl to get dressed.

She came out in the old clothes I gave her. She had put her beautiful red hair in a sloppy bun. I have never been so attracted to someone before. "Let's go downstairs into the kitchen to get that cut cleaned out."

She followed me to our commercial kitchen. Oh, how I wish I got her reaction on video. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "This is your kitchen?"

"The last time I checked," I couldn't help but smile.

"Okay let's get that cut cleaned, sit up on the counter," I pulled the first aid kit out under the island.

I put some peroxide on a cotton ball and dabbed the cut lightly.

"So why did he hit you?" I asked lightly.

"He is an alcoholic; he was drunk and I went into his room to clean it and he wasn't happy," she swallowed hard as though she were holding back tears.

"Why are you helping me?" she asks tilting her head.

"Because I know the situation your in," I answer as I put the kit back under the island.

"You do?"

"Yeah, my dad um,"

"Oh, it's okay you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she hops of the counter, "I should go anyways."

"You can stay here if you want," I say trying to keep my cool.

"Where would I sleep?"

"My bed."

"I guess it's better then my dad."

We head back up to my room and I change into some basketball shorts and remove my shirt.

When I turn around she is already curled up under the covers. I slide into my spot and can't help but smile. I slowly drift asleep while I think of the beautiful body sleeping next to me.