From Above

3

Pic of Alexie
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~Jax pov~ ~2 hour before kiss~

I walk out of the abandon house to go see Madelyn. As I walk back to the main camp, which was once a community center,I start to wonder about the strange boy. No, he's 17 he's not a boy but a man.

Soon my mind started to wonder, and that's never a good thing. My mind travels back to when I was staring at my reflection and I begin to wander what drove my father to hurt mom in a way like that. He was constantly hurting her, though never touching a hair on my head. He would tell me it was an experiment that needed to be done. And my dad was my idol so I always believed him and he convinced me that my mother deserved it to be beaten bloody, starved, and (shiver) raped. But my mother would never stand up for her self and she let him do anything to her.

I had convinced my self that she was weak and that the pain would make her stronger. Then when I was old enough my dad would have me go to school and bully the kids there and then tell him how they reacted. And I would I would push people into lockers and beat them up after school got out for the day.

I remember once pushing my 8th grade teacher ( I think it was Miss Rogers ) down the stairs and she had a concussion, and I was sent to the principal as she was carried off to the hospital. I remember my dad somehow convincing the principal that it was an accident and I had tripped and fell into her. He was so convincing that even I believed him, until of course we got home and he asked if she made any sounds after she hit the ground.

That was when I realized that the man I idolized for so long was a cruel monster. Sometimes I wonder if the human race is worth fighting for. That the constant traveling and grouping is going to change in the end. But then I would think about my mother and I would know we were worth fighting for. Once I dealt with my father I knew I had to fix things with mom. Because as that monster hurt her, I would just stand there to the side and watched. I never stood up until that fateful day.

That was the day I realized that us humans are weird. Because even though I practically hurt mom by never stopping him, that day she took me in her arms and cried in my shoulder. She told me she was proud of me and that the past didn't matter. What matter was what I was going to do next. She said that she has always loved me and would never stop until her last heart beat.

That was when I realized she was not weak but strong. It takes a lot to forgive someone who hurt you. My mother never gave up in me either. I was so contaminated by my father.My dads ideas had filtered into my actions and it was hard to stop. Even years after, I would find myself pushing some poor kids face into a locker. But even after she would find out about the accidents she would scold me and tell me I could be better. And she would speak with such conviction that I would believe that I could be better. And I would.

Damn. I miss her so much. I miss waking up and seeing a plate of pancakes sitting on the island. I miss her soft voice and calming presence. I can't believe she's dead. That I will never see her bright smile again and light laughter.

"Jax? Are you ok. Is everything alright." Madelyn's calm voice protruded my thoughts.

I hadn't noticed that I was standing outside Madelyn's door until she had spoke. I wonder how long I've been standing here just thinking. At first I can't tell why she sounded so worried until I felt a cold liquid slide down my face. That was when I noticed I was crying.

I hastily wiped my face, a blush forming and I mumbled that I was fine.

She seems to doubt my answer but lets me slide pass her into the small room. She walks up to me as I sit down on one of the chairs. She says," So, what you coming to me for?"