Hurt and Abused (COMPLETE)

Getting to know Jordan

Yo, I'm Jordan Prescott, I'm 18 years old and I'm graduating high school just like Melody. I'll be graduating with most of my class mates, and my friends. I love Melody and her family so much, she's the best thing that ever happened to me, but there's a problem, every time I get mad, I end up having to get belligerent with her. I know it's wrong but my anger just gets the best of me, I would change just for her, but we haven't talked about it I guess.

Anyways I live in my own apartment. My apartment is huge! So that's why Melody and I said after high school we will move in with each other, I honestly can't wait for that day. Melody really completes me so its nice to know my lover will finally be wish me.

My life is private, I'm not really an open book, and knowing this Melody still stays with me, which makes me lover her even more. I keep most stuff to my self, the reason why is I've always looked up to my father, and lets just say he wasn't the best role model, I had to learn things the hard way. My dad had always put his hands on my mom and my brother and I, its really hard to remember the nights where he would come home after 11 pm, and we all knew once dad opened his mouth he was mad; mad and drunk.

~FLASHBACK~

It was around 12 and my Mother, my little brother Junior, and I were watching a cartoon television show when and my dad slams the door opened. My heart stopped, I looked towards the door to see my drunken father trying his best to stand up straight and still. He started to walk toward us, my brother and I got up, going towards the corner, by then we knew a lot better than to get in his way.

My mom quickly got up to face him, and that was the first time I ever saw my mom get beat. Yes they got into physical altercations before, I mean I heard them once, but that was the first time I ever seen him with my own eyes put his hands on my mother. He punched her straight in the mouth, blood starting to gush everywhere, she fell to the ground and she quickly covered her face. I remember my brother burying his face into my chest and him clenching on me for dear life. 

She got up, and backed up to the wall, my dad, walked over to her  putting his hand around my mothers throat, and I could see the veins pop out of his hands as he squeezed harder and harder. Tears slipping out of my mother's  eyes as I watched in horror, the fire in my dads eyes had me scared, I was only 13, and I had no clue what to do. I ran after him, I was too late, my mom had already fell to the ground. I started throwing punches at my dad, my brother joined with me, but my father was way too strong for us. That night, he beat the holy mess out of my brother and I, but even though it was worth it I was very scared, I never seen my mom look so vulnerable, weak, and powerless. But the first time she actually listened to my dad's orders.

~ END OF FLASHBACK~

My father was a man by hitting my mom, so I'll be a man by hitting my girlfriend, sounds pretty dumb when you say it out loud but it actually made sense in my head and it continues to make sense. Think about it; expand your mindset just for a second, women are very reckless, they do stupid idiotic things and they lash out on anything, but a man on the other hand is very smart, knows how to grind, therefore the man should tame his girl, you know?

My dad was a drug dealer and he was in a gang, my dad died right in the streets, he got shot; 2 bullets through the head.

As for my mom, she died in a car crash, she was drunk while driving, and we all know she did it on purpose, but I guess she wasn't paying attention and loss control of the wheel, how selfish and irresponsible that was, but what ever. 

Because of my parents selfish ways, I was forced to raise myself, I left my brother with my grandma, and bought myself a apartment, and lived it up, with the money my parents left of course, by 17 I was doing fine all by myself. My grandma would sometimes have to pay all the bills, but other than that, everything was good.

My dad had an impact to my life, he was very powerful, he could make anything and/or anyone feel uncomfortable. When he died it was hard, I loved my dad, I started to hate my mom afterwards. She was so happy that he was dead, but then, 2 months later, she was also dead.

I remember when we were at my dads funeral, my mom was laughing, having a grand old time with the other members of our family, so when we were finally home, I asked my mother if she was glad that my father was dead, and she answered the question with a yes. Not a sad yes, but like she didn't give a flying fuck about the father of her children. I felt anger through me and out of nowhere I punched her dead in the nose and she jerked her head back, I had a good chance to punch her dead in her mouth, and me being reckless, I took that chance and I punched her as hard as I can, she finally took hold of her balance. I saw blood all over her face and my fist, I finally realized what I had done; I knew that I did that to her, that I had hurt my own mother. I was disgusted but I felt the rush, and it was fricken amazing. I was so thrilled, I felt like the man, the man that my father once was, and when I thought of it like that, the disgust came back to me.

I ran up to my room and punched the wall leaving a hole, I looked down at my hand, there was finally more blood than ever all over it. I sprinted in the bath room and washed all of the blood off of it, I couldn't stand starring at it, knowing that most of it wasn't mine.

That was the moment when my mother knew her place, she knew that I could hurt her, every time she yelled at me for something, I would just have to stand up, walk over to her, and I could smell the fear, I could see her backing up slowly, she was terrified of me,and I liked it like that, I knew what my dad was talking about, it was funny to do this.

Every time I would hit my mom, I would laugh at it, like it was all a big joke, and although it wasn't, it felt like it was.

The only person that kept my nerves calm was Junior, that was my little mans right there and him being a guy himself, I could never ever betray him and put him in the position to fight back.

A/N
What do you think of Jordan? I know he's a weird guy but what are your honest thoughts about him?

~Laura