Mr. Daddy? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6: night with Jake

Jakes POV
It's been over an hour, and I'm starting to get worried. I'm thinking of going over to Clair's house when I hear a knock at my door. I open it and stager back at the sight of Clair. She has a huge bruise forming in the side of her face and blood coming from her nose. Tears are streaming down her face. She is clutching her side and wincing in pain with each move she makes. She's soaking wet and only in a towel.
"Clair, what the hell" I can't even begin to Finnish my sentence. I don't know what to say. How could this have happened to her? She just looks at me and bawls " he came how early, he was drunk. He wouldn't stop hitting me." That's all it took. I dragged her into the house and locked the door.
I took her to the couch and held her as she cried for hours until she had no more tears. After about two hours she asked if she could use my shower. I took her upstairs and showed her how to work it and went out to the front porch to get her bag.

Clair's POV
After Jake showed me how to work the shower I turn the water on as hot as I can stand it and just let it beat down on me. I don't even feel it, all I can feel is a numbness, I can't understand how my dad could do this. He has never been this way. And what did he mean about my mom? Actually to think of it I haven't seen my mom since the first day of school... With everything running around in my head I just slid down the wall and start crying.
I do t know how long I'm in the shower but the next thing I know the curtain is being pulled back and Jake steps in. He sits down and pulls me close. "Hey, shh, your okay iv got you. I won't let him hurt you" he cooes. I just look at him and realize his clothes are getting soaked, but I can't say anything.
We sit in the shower until the water gets cold, then Jake reaches up and shuts the water off before getting me a new towel. " here, I won't look. Stand up and wrap it around yourself" he says and I do as he says wordlessly. He just gives me a look and then grabs my hand and leads me up a set of stairs into a bedroom. I sit down in the bed and look out the window and see my bedroom. I'm taken back to that morning and my checks suddenly heat up.  I look around the room and find my bag in the corner and go over to it. I dig through it until I find some clothes, then just stand there awkwardly until he tells me I can go change in the room next door. I just shake my head and walk away.
I walk to the room next door which seems to be an office of some sort, and start to get dressed. I take my time because I'm embarrassed of today's events, and I'm starting to notice the soreness set in. I try to lift my arms above my head to put my shirt on and wince. 'Oh god, that hurts so bad.' I think to my self. Then I try it again. And I can't get it. I start to cry again. I try one more time, I get my arms halfway up before I feel hands in my arms helping to guide my shirt on, but stoping to run their fingers lightly over the bruises on my sides causing me to flinch.
I pull my shirt down and step away. I look up at him then regret it and look right back down. He has a look of pure pitty in his eyes. I stair at the ground for what feels like forever until I feel his fingers under my chin, lifting it up. He tilts my chin up and to the left. "Let's go get you some ice. Your going to be pretty swollen so no school for you tomorrow." He says as he grabs my hand and leads me twords  the kitchen. I just nod even though I know he can't see me.
Once we get to the kitchen gets me some ice, then grabs me a few pills and tells me to take them and lay down. I do as he says and he puts in a movie. After twenty minutes I start to feel really tired. " how are you feeling?" He asks me. I just look at him. I haven't spoken since I asked if I could take a shower. I'm not even sure why, I just refuse to speak. So I nod my head. He just sighs and puts his hand in my thigh and begins to rub it in a soothing manor. Before I know it I'm out.