Falling in Love with the Unlovable (Its life sequel)

Chapter 11- Figuring out the 'bad boy'

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~Bri

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Recap:

He was standing in the same spot, running his hands through his hair. I noticed his bloody knuckles and went into the kitchen to get a wet paper towel. I stood in front of him and he didn't look at me until I grabbed his hand and carefully wiped off his knuckles. I looked back up into his captivating eyes. Seeing how tortured and scared they were. His gaze held none of the innocence a teenager should hold. He just looked overwhelmed with so many bad thoughts. I just wanted to make it go away. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. He just stood there for a minute before he returned the gesture. After a few minutes I stepped back.

"What happened?" I asked quietly. He was silent for a moment before he told me something that could possibly change everything. For better or for worse.

"It all started when I was about five," Jasper started quietly, staring at the wall apposing the couch, "My dad came home one night. He was really drunk. He started hitting my brother."

"You have a brother?" I whispered. His gaze snapped to me. He nodded his head once, smiling slightly as his eyes glazed over, most likely remembering him.

"His name was Thomas. He's eight years older than me," He laughed slightly, "He was a great brother, he looked famous with his blonde hair that he inherited from my mom. He got my dad's gray eyes and his tan complexion."

Suddenly, the his smile faltered and he cleared his throat, "Anyway, my dad started hitting him, really bad. I found out later that he used to beat him constantly, but this was the first time I actually witnessed it. My mom was asleep so I tried to stop it. That was the first time that my own father actually physically hurt me. My brother yelled at me, told me to leave and go to bed, but I didn't listen. I kept trying to get dad to stop, he turned to me and slapped me across the cheek before he kicked me. His eyes showed pure hate and fury, no trace of regret. When he was finally finished, he left again. That night I fell asleep sobbing in my brother's arms.

"The abuse went on for years, I was probably seven or eight though when he decided hitting me wasn't enough. He raped me. Every night before I went to bed he would come in to my room, I remember his knuckles being bruised and bloody from hitting Tommy. He would come over to me, a twisted, grim smile on his face. I received punched and kicks but that was never the worst. After I was crying, begging him to stop hitting me as blood poured from my head where he hit it against the head board, he would tie me to my bed and rape me. I don't know if my brother had this happen to him as well, but I knew that he knew what was happening to me. This continued until I was ten, Tom was eighteen and left. He abandoned me when he knew that it would only get worse from there. Lora was around two, maybe three at the time, the day he left I promised myself that I would never let Lora go through what we had to. I took all the abuse and tried to raise Lora with as much normality in her life as I could. It was hard, but I got used to it after awhile. I no longer knew my parents as dad or mom, I knew them as monsters. I no longer called them mom and dad either, I called them Gina and Mike. They hated that the most I think."

My mind was swarming with all of this information, but as he said his parent's names I froze. Mike and Gina. I knew them, not exactly themselves but who they were, what they did. Not to me, but to my mom and dad.

"W-what did you say their names were?" I asked. Jasper looked at me, confused.

"Mike and Gina." He repeated. I closed my eyes for a second, a few tears leaking from my eyes. I laughed bitterly.