What Did You Do. || DISCONTINUED!!

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. JASPER BLACKWOOD .

My house is large, probably one of the more wealthier houses in Bechtel, there's two sides to this small town. The side my friends and I live on is considered the rich and more favourited side, the side that actually gets treated correctly meanwhile the other side is filled with homeless people, the poor side that gets the left overs, That side is where Oakley high is, where the supposed murderer was attending.

Not many people actually talk about how badly the people on the other side are living, it's hard to find food, a job and even a house since almost everything was destroyed during the first murder case of Moriah, Lorelei and Maeve. Their story is honestly pretty sad, Victoria and I recently got partnered together for an assignment that is half of our marks for the year, history class.

The houses lights were still on from when I barged out of the front door fuming, earlier in the night I caught someone stalking around my house in a scream mask and I thought it was Diablo, still do. I had went to Victoria's house assuming she'd know where the asshat was but soon enough he had pulled in, when I asked him what he was doing around my house he brushed it off and laughed accusing me of doing some kind of drugs.

To be honest I wanted to punch him, break his jaw but I have more than enough decency to not start something at someone else's house much less Victoria's, I hate her yeah but to actually start on her boyfriend at her own house wasn't what I was gonna do but I will gladly do it tomorrow at school.

My father is out for the night probably fucking some random woman he saw at the bar down town, it's his usual ever since my mum died many years ago. I was seven when she first died, I'm now eighteen and about to finish high school in less than a month. She was always my biggest supporter in every little thing I did, when I first started basketball back in year 2 my mother was the one to drop me off, pick me up and watch my games. I only got through the first year of doing it before she died, I still don't know how she died. My father won't tell me.

My house was more cold than usual tonight, the wind had picked up brushing through the trees and bushes that were planted in the garden just before my front porch.

I shut the door behind me before locking it and making my way up the stairs that sat in between the kitchen and living room, the faint noise of my footsteps echoed the house each time my foot collided with the marble floor. Walking down the hallway passing many different rooms but passing one certain room everyday definitely hurt the most.

I'm not an only child or... I never used to be. My youngest sister Jem died from a genetic sickness called Cystic Fibrosis, it pretty much a thick and sticky mucus that builds up in her lungs, digestive tract and a couple other areas of her body. I lost her around the same time our mum died, she was only five at the time so she didn't get much time to live out her life and I feel guilty that she was taken from me, from my family so early. It hurts. More than any other pain that I've been through physically and mentally, emotional pain hurts.

My gaze drifts to the white painted door, the wooden design engraved into it slick and clean. Her little sign with her name still hung upon the door, the sign was only wood but her name was painted over it with a small hot pink heart while the background colour was a pastel pink. If it wasn't obvious her favourite colour was pink and she absolutely adored hearts, they were her favourite thing to draw and anything that had the heart pattern on it she felt the need to get.

A lot of the time I feel as if I've failed as an older brother for not making her life more enjoyable maybe if I had played around with her more, there's photos of me and Jem playing dress up, countless times she managed to put me into a dress and do my make up even letting her tie my hair up.

I found myself wondering into her bedroom, the instant glow of the lamp from on her bedside table had left a warm glow over her room. Her bed still left untouched, her closet still full of her clothes, her toys left from where she had last played with them. Some toys grew dust over them from how long they've been sitting there but I try my best to come in and dust everything, I don't know why but sometimes I just find myself stood in her room drowning in memories and the past laughing attacks she'd have when I would throw on a little girly voice to play dolls with her.

Jem's room was a princess themed room, her favourite princess being Aurora, the one that needed a kiss form true love to wake up. Even at her young age I felt like she knew more than she led off, she wasn't as mature as a 15 year old but she was matured enough to know that love did exist with time and patience. A five year old girl who dreamed of finding 'the one' had that taken from her. She was close with Hades younger sister Elizabeth, they'd have play dates all the time.

I shuffle toward her window, it had the view of the garden, it was astonishing at nighttime hence to why she picked this room. The backyard is basically just a huge garden that is slowly dying, my mother's favourite hobby was gardening and she's always had some kind of plants or flower around the house and outside mainly orchids and Lillie's. They were her favourite flowers.

The time slowly started to strike closer to twelve AM meaning my father would be coming home soon, on work nights he's home around twelve but on the week ends or when he has days off he'll be out the whole night and not return until four the next morning or not at all.

A low sigh escapes my lips as I stepped away from the window taking one last glance around the room before I left the room, quietly closing the door behind me as I then walked down to the end of the hallway and to my bedroom.

My bedroom was always the coldest, probably because the sun barley hit my room. I decided to take a shower, showers always relief stress in the easiest form.

All my un-needed emotions swirl down the drain, the warmth of the water easing up my tensed muscles, my head falls back against the showers tiled wall as my eyes fluttered shut. Today was long and fucking frustrating, Victoria finally decided to actually come and piss me off today not that I'm happy about it but it actually felt nice to have that back and forth banter today.

As much as I wanted to fight it off and just walk off I couldn't, my brain was telling me to ignore and avoid her like she did to me but my heart craved the irritation she brought, the anger only she could muster within me. It's not love, no fucking way. I'll never fall in love with Victoria but the way she actually fights back against me make everything just feel more fun and amusing.

"Jasper! Get your fucking ass down here!" My fathers booming voice bounced off of the houses wall making my eyes shutter open, here we go.

I found my way out of the shower quickly drying off and throwing on a pair of sweatpants not bothering to put on a shirt knowing I'll just take it off either way, I leave my bathroom and slip out of my bedroom before I walk down the hallway and stairs now meeting my fathers gaze though he didn't stand alone.

A woman with curled red hair draped over her shoulders and a face full of make up stood beside my father "this is Faye, me and her will be getting married next week. I've been dating her for a while now and I think it was time I proposed." He spoke up as his arm snaked around Faye's waist pulling her closer to his side, she gave me a smile "okay?" My eyebrow raised confused as to why he seemed to excited to tell me about his new mistress "your not happy? Excited? Joyful?" My father matched my raised eyebrow with one that seemed even more confused.

"No? It doesn't concern me, I don't care about your love life." The only emotion we both now felt was confusion but they weren't for the same reasons, I get he'd finally pick one of his side hoes to settle down with and try to continue on his life but for some reason I didn't get a good vibe from her and just the way my father had spoke about them dating for a while didn't sit right with me not because he's finally moving on form my mum but because of the way he spoke and his tone.

My words seemed to struck a nerve with in my father as his gaze hardened "whatever. You will make Faye feel welcomed and give her the same love you give me as she is now your mother." My father spoke again seeming more serious than I thought he was, my brows furrowed as I then crossed my arms over my chest "I'll give her respect when she's earned it, she is not my mother and she will not be able to earn that name from me so get that idea out of your head" the name Mother has already been taken in my vocabulary and I'm not in any mood to replace it any time soon.

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