Chapter 4

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(This is after Rade told Jase that her father abuses her)

~Jase's POV~
"He does what?!?! Why I otta!" I yell out in anger.
"Jase, calm down, you promised." Rade said trying to calm me down, which worked, something about her just does something to me.
"How can he do that to someone like you?" I ask frustrated.
"Jase I need to get to class, I'm going to be late...and can you explain to them who I am, I really don't like to talk to people..." She said calmly.
"Of course." We set off for her next class.

~Masquerade's POV~
Me and Jase walked to my next class.
I see what it is... "Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope" I said as I began to walk away.
Jase grabs me and asks "What's wrong?"
"I got choir" I respond.
"What's wrong with choir?" He asks, laughing slightly.
"Nothing, I just can't sing for crap" I raise my voice slightly, but then I flinched, scared of someone hitting me.
"I bet you can." Jase says in a silly tone, Jase then pushes me in.
He sits and explains who I am.
"Hi Rade, I'm Miss. Garrett, you need to audition." The teacher introduced herself.
"W-what? I can't sing in front of people..." I say shyly.
"How about we turn around and you pretend we aren't listening?" She suggests.
"I can't, can I do it tomorrow before school?" I ask nervously.
"Of course, so be here at 8:30" she said reassuringly. I smile and nod in appreciation.

~Time skip to the end of the day~

I sigh, not wanting to go back home to my abusive father.
Jase who is walking with me asks "What's wrong?"
"I don't want to go back..." My voice cracking, like I was going to cry.
"I understand..." Jase pulls me into a warm hug. I blush insanely. Thank god I wear a mask, I thought to myself.

~ Jase's POV~
I look down at her realizing that I was hugging her. I blush and begin let go but she hugs back and hides her masked face into my chest.
I ask quietly "Why does he hurt you?" I gently put my hand on the back of her head and hold her closely as I ask her this. Then I began to hear soft sobs. I just held her close, trying to comfort her. She hugs me tightly and continues to sob softly. I stroke her hair gently. I took off my jacket and put it on her. She looks so cute in my jacket. (Yes cause Rade is adorable in big clothing ^-^)

~Masquerade's POV~
I couldn't help it, I just broke down crying. I could feel Jase stroking my hair, I continued to cry. He asked a question I was hoping he wouldn't ask, because that is the only question that I didn't know the answer too "Why does he hurt you?"
I heard two voices that I did not want to hear at the moment.
"Jase, I gotta go, thanks for comforting me and for the jacket..."
"Can I walk with you?" He asks.
"No, my brothers are here and I don't want to deal with their idiocy." I say quietly.
"I understand..." he says sounding sad but he hugs me and let's me go. I began to run away for him, and the boys.
I got to the house the boys not seeing me. I start making dinner, then the boys called me as I was making dinner.
"Where are you girlie?" They ask.
"I'm at home, making dinner, where are you?" I respond with.
"At the school, what's for dinner?" Chad asks.
"It's a surprise, why don't you guys protect me from Dad?" I ask wanting a answer.
"Because we are scared to stand up to him, he killed Mom for no reason, he'll kill all three of us." Brandon answers.
"Well you guys a seventeen and your twice as big as him. Aren't big brothers supposed to protect their little sisters?"
"She has a good point, next time we should stand up to him and protect her." Chad says.
"Well guys dinner is ready, hurry home." I hung up and set the table for three, and put my famous lasagna on the table. Then I zoomed around the house cleaning it. Then I lock myself in my room. I wait to hear a very loud knock on my door.
A half an hour later I hear a very soft knock on my door.
I sit up and open it, standing there is a guy in a black suit and tie and he begins with "Hello Masquerade, I'm agent J and I'm with the child protection services and someone tipped us off that you were being abused. Is this true?" I look behind him and I see my father threatening to kill me if I say anything.
"Sir, it was probably a prank call, I would never hurt my beloved daughter." My father tried to convince him.
"It's true..." I say quietly.
"What?" The agent asks me.
"It's true, my father does abuse me. I can prove it..." I say quietly.
"Oh really?" He asks.
"No agent J, I'm sure she is just kidding" my father chuckles nervously.
"Are you?" He asked me. I shake my head no and pull up my sleeves revealing my bruises.
"She got those from running around the house, playing" Father tries convince him. Then I turn around and lift my shirt revealing the lashes on my back.
"What this from?" The agent asks my father.
"I don't know, they are self-inflicted?" He says trying to sound innocent.
I walk past them and go into his room and I get the whip, "They are from this sir. He used it on me for not doing something that I did do...He had my brothers hold me down." I show him the whip.
"Lies, I don't even know where you got that from" my father protested.
"She isn't lying, we were scared that he was going to kill us like he did our mother, all three of us watched him violently murder her and he has kicked our little sister in the stomach so many times..." the twins stepped in and supported what I was saying.
"We need a few officers to come down to 1732 Youth boulevard, Oxford, United kingdom, we have a murderer and a child abuser." Agent J reported into his walkie-talkie.
Chad and Brandon entered my room and closed the door.
"Did you guys tell on Dad?" I asked them.
"Yes" they say in unison. I basically tackled them.
"Thank you, I was tired of getting abused, last night I had to pretend that could feel pain" I say sounding relieved.
"What do you mean?" Brandon asks.
"Oh, I stopped feeling pain when I was around 9, unless it's self-inflicted." I explained.
"Oh, we are so sorry for not calling them sooner."
"It's ok, you were just scared..." We got into a big group hug and for the first time in six years I smiled

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