The Right Place

Chapter One

Let me just say, thank you all so much if you've read so far! LOL.
It's really nice to have some of my own kind. ((Thank the gods no mortals or muggles or capital people are reading this right now because this stuff is for the real fandomees!))
NOW, I know I'm no John Green or Veronica Roth, but at least I tried!

Lots of love to all!!
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I was crouched alone on the floor of my bedroom when I heard pounding on my window. The noise seemed to wake me up from some sort of trance and I remembered that I must get myself up off the floor. They cannot see me like this. I don't even want to imagine my brother and sister's faces if they were to stumble in here after their soccer practice. I sucked up all the pain and slowly etched myself to the frame to see that there was a face peering at mine. A face I know so well...Asia saw his face when he beat me... She saw my dad unloop his belt and release his anger on me. Even if she didn't see that much, she still can see my purple swollen eye and the blood gushing from my nose. My dad made a major mistake not being cautious and forgetting to close the blinds. I guess he does this so often he forgot.
***
Our houses only have a two foot distance apart from each other, which allows us to talk to each other from our second story bedrooms.
Her hand pressed on the cool glass and she lipped to me, "Oh my god, Jax."
Even through the rain I could tell that her eyes were bloodshot, that she had been crying. I think she wants me to open up my window, but I'm too afraid that my dad might hear it's slight creaking. Or that he will barge in here in attempt to hurt me again and see that I had been talking to her. She's the only real person I have, and my dad cannot take her away from me.
I gently place my hand on the glass where hers is on the other side and our eyes meet. Her eyes tell me that the scene she just witnessed is a secret that only she will know.
We keep still like that for a few minutes until she pulls back into her window's frame.
***
I instantly miss her company after five minutes, even though she still staring through the window at me.
Her hair is screaming the same golden brown curls her mother has; the ruffles that I just want to run my fingers though.
I am staring at this gorgeous girl, yet something tugs at my gut and says to stop. My gut wins over, or maybe it's just my heart and I close my blinds without another word.
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Tears well up in my eyes as my brain remembers all the physical pain I am in. It is so hard to stay tough when you can't even peel your shirt off your back without hurting. Blood stuck the polyester to my aching skin and my legs are so limp I have to sit down to slip out of my clothes.
***
After I've had an ice cold shower, my body is feels like I didn't get those last five lashes. For anybody who's received beatings like I have, that means a lot. As I'm powdering my face with a pale foundation, I can't help but stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look terrible and I feel terrible and my whole self is full of guilt.
Tears spill out of my eyes faster than a cat can pounce, but they stop just as quickly. The kids will be here any minute; you can't cry now.
"Jax, we're home!" my sister yells as she rushes into our room. She darts toward the desk I'm sitting at and tries to give me a big hug, but I push her back and give her a gentle peck on the cheek. Even this little action puts discomfort on my form. My sores are aching more than they were when I was being abused.
At this point my brother dashes toward me and embraces me, but I'm too late to stifle his grab. I try to hide my emotions, but I can't help but let a moan from the pain and grimace.
God, it hurts more than this one time my crotch was kicked to death. Uhg, I remember the day like it was yesterday! I was 12 and with this incredibly hot girl named Carla...
Carla was a model for this really hip magazine called "The Splash" which was a bikini magazine. For being only thirteen she had an incredibly curvy body, and she was literally, like, already a D-cup size. Of course she was ideal for the part because the rest of her body, with the exception of her butt, was SO GODDAMN skinny. She was basically the definition of scrawny. We weren't dating, but we were sort-of friends in sixth grade. Anyway, we were in the cafeteria, me with my gigantic hamburger and her with her petite ration of carrots and salad. I took so much pride in myself that day because I actually got her to try a bite of my hamburger!! She's like, a major vegan and the whole table applauded for me. It was one of the greatest highlights of my middle school experience (so far). But then I accidentally made the mistake of calling her, and I quote, "walking anorexia," when we were walking to 'recess' and she went all Kung Fu on me by footing my balls. It was living hell because she was taking both Karate and Tae Kwon Do lessons.
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Meanwhile, my brother was very concerned about how I reacted to his hug.
"Are you okay??" he interrogates.
"I'm fine," I reply. The biggest lie any person can even possibly say.
I've raised my brother smart enough for the last nine years, though, that he knows I'm not fine. Not even okay. He's a genius to be able to decipher that my face says 'not now, not in front of Katie'.
The kids have never, ever been beaten because my father knows too well of what I might do to him if he let it happen. I may act like a weak little puppy when he's kicking me around, but I could come out like a pitbull if he were to lay a hand on either of them.