Private Pregnancy (an emison fanfic)

Chapter Nine.

Jason's POV

I'm sitting next to my fathers bed waiting for him to come back around. I've called Alison already and so have her friends but she's not picking up.

It's understandable her not wanting to come here, if I'm honest I don't want to be here but I have to because after my mother died I was given the responsibility of his health or something as I'm his next of kin.

It's bullshit really, why should I watch over him when he treats my little sister like a piece of dirt? But either way here I am.

I twiddle my thumbs and wait for what feels like hours.. Maybe it has been hours, I don't know.

I hear a light knocking at the door, it's Ali.. I didn't expect her to turn up.

'Ali, you didn't have to come.. He uh, he had a stroke.' I start unsure of how she'll react.

'I know, Emily told me.. Is he okay?'

'Yeah I think he's okay.. He's unconscious at the moment they had to get an anaesthetist to put him out so they could steady his stats but yeah so far so good.. I'm more concerned about you, you know you don't have to be here right?' I like to think I know my sister better than anyone else and right now although she's acting calm she looks terrified.

'Yeah.. yeah I'm fine, I need to start prioritising my family...'  She bites her bottom lip and furrows her brow deep in thought.

'Ali, are you sure everything's okay.. I'm sorry but I haven't seen you like this since dad.. You know, hit you..'

'Shut up Jason! You know I hate thinking about that.' She flinches slightly like she did the first time he hit her.

I remember it like it was a few days ago, I was about 9..

'What do you think you're doing?!' My father screams to my blonde haired sister.

'I want to look like mummy!' She smiled pointing towards the kitchen , Ali's so silly! She has mummy's make up all over her face.

Hiding behind the balcony of the stairs I giggle quietly, she has lipstick on her nose!

'Like your mother? Don't be so stupid!' He's really red.. Mummy says when he's like this that we should go to our rooms.

My sisters eyes look watery.. I think she's crying. 'I'll take it off, I'm sorry. Ow! Daddy, Daddy stop your hurting my arm!' He's squeezing her wrist really tight.. Why isn't mummy coming, Ali's screaming.

'Shut up and stop being pathetic!' He's spitting when he talks.. Maybe I should go to my room.

'Daddy please stop!' Alison has seen me now, she looks so scared.. Maybe I should help her.

'I said shut up!' My heart is thudding really hard..

And with that he swung his hand back and slapped her straight across the face, he lied that night to my mother he said she fell on the stairs. Ali had to promise not to tell anyone what happened and no one apart from me and Ali knew I was there. She had a dark bruise on her wrist and a purple one across her face, because of my fathers ring she had been given a deep cut near her eye which we had to use butterfly stitches on.

'I'm sorry.. I should've said something  that day.. stood up for you, That's what big brothers do, they keep their sisters safe' I still feel bad for not helping her.

'Don't be sorry. We're older now and we're away from him.. Jason, do you think everyone deserves a second chance?'

I shrug in response, ' I don't know, it depends what they done to you and if they'll do it again I guess'