Unconditionally

Chapter 5

" Wait you have a brother?" Brandon wonders and I nod.

"Yeah Jude and I can't wait to get him and get out of this town." I reply.

"Why don't you ask my mom's for help? They can let you see him or something." Brandon says.

"No I can't ask them for help not after what happened." I reply.

"Why what happened that's so bad?" He asks and I look down at the ground.

" Ummm my brother and I were in this one foster home. The man that took care of us would always be wasted. Completely totally wasted. When I could tell he was getting angry I would send Jude to his room because when he got drunk he got angry and then he got violent. He would beat me. Kick me punch me... This scar on my forehead was from when he smashed my head into a glass table. I'd have bruises and cuts all over my body... I would ache for days and the cuts would bleed for who knows how long.. I made sure Jude never got hurt. He knew what was going on though because sometimes it'd be so bad he'd have to help stitch up a wound. But one day Jude was off of school and I wasn't. It was my foster dad's anniversary with his wife who was no longer with him... So he was drunk.. Way drunker than ever. Jude tried on one of her dresses by just putting the hanger around his neck. He was dancing around but then my foster dad saw him and wasn't very happy. He started beating the crap out of him. Then he started choking him by grabbing the hanger and pulling it back around his neck. I came home and saw this. I saw Jude covered in blood and bruises. I tried to get him off of Jude but he smacked me then pushed me into a table. So I grabbed a baseball bat and went outside and smashed his precious car window. The I just kept hitting the car until he ran out. Told me he was going to call the cops. I ran inside and saw Jude all bruised and bloody on the floor. He was bawling his eyes out. I took him into my arms and told him I was going to be going away for a while and said that I loved him. The cops showed up and I went to Juvy." I say a few years running down my face.

"What about your foster dad?" Brandon asks.

"Nothing. They saw Jude all bloody and bruised. Crying his eyes out. They saw the bruises cuts and scars on my body. They saw a drunk ass man with bloody fists... It didn't matter though that we were being beaten. All the cops saw was a foster girl with a bat and a smashed up car. And that's all that mattered to the cops. I went to Juvy.... And they did.... Nothing." I say and Brandon rubs his hand up and down my back.

" Okay I guess I don't know what you've been through. So if you don't want to get my moms involved we don't have to. I'll help you get Jude back." Brandon says.

"Really?" I wonder.

"Yeah, if you need my help... I'd do anything for you.... And Jude." Brandon smiles his cheeks turning slightly red.

I smile, "Okay let's go then."