The unknown

Chapter 16

POV Jayden

I hate this weather. I'll never forget that horrible day the reason why I was in the hospital for 2 days. Since that day I have had traumas with weather like this. I am trying to sleep but I really can't I see everything from what happened that night so vividly.

I don't want to tell Chloe about this. I sound like a baby. She is the one who has to come to me when she's scared, not otherwise.

God, I am so stupid. I should act like a man, not the little boy I was before.

The thunder was louder than normal. My heart is bouncing like mad and I am breathing like crazy. I try to control it all. I keep telling myself that this isn't a big of a deal and that it happened six years ago.

For some reason, Chloe heard me.

She looks at me worried I think. "you okay?" She asked.

I know I will never have her but the way she cares for me. The way she's always there for me. it should be otherwise. God, I feel like an idiot. That's what my dad always told me.

I grew up in an abusive home since I was the only child every mistake was because of me. I wasn't even planned. so basically a mistake

My mom wasn't home a lot at night. She was a doctor and they mostly needed her at night. She was full of life and completely opposite of my dad. I never understood why a pure soul like hers would go for someone like him. Even after work, she came home with the biggest smile on her face. She loved night shifts it kept her active. She wanted to experience life to the fullest and felt like sleeping was wasting time on enjoying life.

I wish I always could just go with her to work. My dad was unemployed. Well, he wasn't but the alcohol got to him.

He came home every night drunk.

My mom loved my dad but I know deep that that she regrets marrying him. Every time he's in sight her happiness fades away.

When he came drunk he would go to my room and demand me to stand in front of him so he could beat me. If I didn't I would get beaten harder and forced to stand still longer.

So that's what I did, as a kid I stood in front of my dad while he was beating me up with everything he could think of.

A chair, glass, belt, and I could keep going on. My father made me clean his mess otherwise he made sure I'd never refuse.

So that's what I did.

I had to clean the blood I made as a kid. One night he came home really pissed. He found out my mother had an affair. And I know that isn't a good thing but I was happy for her that she found someone else. Someone better. She always tried hiding her sadness around me. She covered bruises thinking I wouldn't notice

I was 13 at that moment and was watching football. He came home and something in me told me to hide. I had a bad feeling about it and the way he slammed the door when he got in told me enough. I hid in the closet hoping he would never find me.

But eventually, he did. I was someone and still am someone with anxiety.

I couldn't breathe and he heard me struggling. when he opened the closet he had a knife in his hand. I still remember my thoughts. not believing my eyes and wanting to explore life. I managed to get out of the closet and go under his arm.

I ran like there was no tomorrow. I opened the front door and all that went through my mind was run.

Run like you never ran before.

I was crying hysterically and trying to breathe while looking behind me and seeing my father running after me.

It was raining, thundering and there was lighting. I tried, I really did but my anxiety became worse. I collapsed on the ground and there he was. He told me it was my fault, my fault my mother left us.