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Justice:

Jake and I are sitting on my couch playing my old wii and eating junk food. My mom is out again (big shock) and who knows where Mark is.

"You're going down Brewer." Jake growls

We're playing Mario Kart.
Very competitive.

"That's funny Black, who's in last place?"

After I beat Jake (multiple times)
we went upstairs to do homework. Jake is really behind on schoolwork.

"Justice!!" I hear my mom yell

"Be right back." I chirp, leaving Jake to his own defense against algebra 2

"Hey mom." I say cautiously

"I'm disappointed in you Justice."

"What have I done to earn your disappointment?" I ask quietly, Mark was asleep and I didn't want to wake him up and make him mad. He got violent when he was grumpy.

"You're never around anymore. You spend all your time sleeping around with those Quilete boys."

"What are you talking about?" I raise my voice. She can't be serious. She abandoned me. She chose alcohol over me. My dad is gone and instead of being there for me, my mom chose Mark.

"Mom, Jake is my boyfriend. I'm not sleeping around." tears forming in my eyes

"What the hell is going on in here?" Mark yells

I look down at the ground.
It's better to be quiet than piss him off more.

"I can't hear you!" he yells, grabbing my chin and pushing me into the wall.

Then Jake comes running down, pinning Mark against the wall and throwing a punch to his face.

"Don't. You. Touch. Her." He growls

I've never seen Jake like this.
Ever.

Jake doesn't stop. Mark is looking really bad. My mom is screaming at Jake to stop.

I step in front of Jake.

"Jake." I whisper, "It's okay."
Placing my had on his chest.

He's breathing heavily.

"I promise I'm okay. Please stop. Focus on me." I whisper

Jake looks me in the eyes with a pained expression.

"We're leaving." he growls, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the house.

I look behind me to see my mom, sobbing over Mark. She doesn't care that I'm leaving. Jake grabs my jacket and beanie off the rack by the door and helps me put them on, kissing my forehead when he's done. Then he grabs my hand again and we head out to my car.

Jake is breathing heavily as we get in my car. He grabbed the keys as we left and didn't even give me a chance to argue as he got in the driver's seat. Knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel.