A/N: thanks for all the reads <3
Sorry I haven't updated in a while D: my life has been like super busy, between getting homework in, and boy problems(-sigh-) and money problems it is hard to update.
I'm also having a writers block, so if you have any ideas PLEASE message me <3 thanks!
Also, I need a new cover. Is anyone willing to make me one??
~tiny <3
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Jessica's pov
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As soon as they walked in the tension in the air was so thick I could cut it with a knife. I looked down at my hands as I fiddled with them.
My brother glared at our father, and Damien and Jackson looked nervous, or scared, I don't know which one, I couldn't exactly tell. Probably a mixture of both.
Jackson was the first to dare come forward, and as soon as he did my brother stood up, his muscles flexing under his shirt, and his glare harsh. If looks could kill, Jackson, Damien and my father would by 6 feet under. I don't know why, it wasn't there fault I tried to commit suicide. Well, my father of course was partly at fault.
I tried to sit up, but pain in my stomach stopped me as I cringed in pain. I let out a soft whimper and closed my eyes tightly. My mother was at my side in a second, my brother too busy glaring, as if daring one of them to try and step forward.
Damien looked guilty, looking down at his shoes, while Jackson looked worried, looking at me through pained eyes. My father just looked bored, rolling his eyes before glancing at my mother and yelling at her, "Whore! You better get over here right now, if you know what's good for you!"
I looked at my mom through hopeful eyes, hoping she doesn't actually go to him. My mom looked at my, her eyes glistened with sadness yet a small smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes. Almost like a sad smile. And before I knew what was happening she turned and walked to my father, leaving my with my mouth hanging open.
I threw my legs over the white bed, and looked at the white wall. Everything was white, except the red line on the heart monitor. I stood, and gasped in pain, and my brother came forward to hold my up. I pushed him back, and saw the hurt in his eyes, no doubt.
"Get out if my life! No body likes you! Your abusive, a rapist, an alcoholic bastard!" Startled, I looked up to see my mom yelling in my fathers face. That man I hated so much. Was getting what he deserved finally. "Whore! Don't talk to me like that! Who do you think you are!?" "Your EXwife! Now get the fuck out of my life, and my children's lives!" My little sister, who I forgot was there was crying in the corner, as far away as possible from the screaming parents, who she thought were in love, and complete, like real parents. Turns out, she never knew how bad out father was.
My father raised his hand, and slapped my mother hard in the face, "I'm so glad that I raped you instead of making love to you, to make these ungrateful brats!" That shocked me, he raped her to make us, she wanted nothing to do with him but only stayed with him because we were in fact his children, except we were..mistakes.
I pushed away everyone and got in my fathers face, "Get out of our lives already! We hate you! You raped me, you abused me, pretty soon you will abuse my little sister! And I won't let that happen!" I raised my fist, and punched him in the nose. A sickening crunching sound, rang through the room and bounced off the walls, the sound of his braking nose.
I widened my eyes, as he raised his fist, and put my hands in front of my face. "You stupid little bit-" the nurses and doctors burst in the room, yelling and screaming, crying going on every where.
