Overprotective Times Ten {1}

2.2

Picture o Keaton. His job is a Navy Federal Officer and currently works at a base near San Diego.

After that awkward dinner, I went up to my room and into my bathroom. No, I'm not cutting. I'm stronger than that. I fall onto the floor, roll into a ball, and just let it out. I hear someone, banging, no someones. I just stay where I am. They knock down the door worried about me. They all crowd in until Aaron screams at everyone to leave so he can talk to me. They eventually all agree and leave. He kneels down and softly pets my head, it feels nice.

"It's okay, Jamie," he begins, "it'll all be okay."

I continue bawling for what seems like forever. I just can't stop. After like ten minutes, they all come back just to check to make sure I was okay. Jay ends up nicely taking me off Aaron's lap and putting me on his hip. He rocks me and rubs my back telling me it's all okay. I slowly start to calm down.

"This can't keep happening," Jake mutters to himself taking me away for Jay and holding me close to his chest.

"I'm sorry," I say my voice cracking.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. If anything it's mine for leaving you with those awful people just to live in the states."

Everyone looks confused. Oh yeah we haven't told them. I tell Jake to take me to my room.

Downstairs everyone sits on the couch looking overly tired.

"How long have you been dealing with this?" Kingston asks.

"It was discovered about a month ago, but Jamie's been doing this since she was thirteen."

"Wow, what made her start so young?" Aaron wonders aloud.

"We used to live in Australia. She was eleven  when the crash happened. We were sent into foster care. We were always together. No matter what. Once I turned eighteen, I got an offer to join the police force in the U.S. That's when things went bad. Jamie got switched foster homes. They were abusive. They beat her everyday. Didn't feed her properly. She began cutting. A few years later I was called saying she was in the hospital. They thought all the scars and her lack of eating was from her foster parents. They were put into jail and I agreed to take custody. I took a year vacation and lived in Australia with her. About three months ago, we moved here and it was discovered about one month ago," Jake admits.

"Does she do therapy at all?"

"Yes. She actually has an appointment today but I don't think I'm going to make her go."

"Does she do it of her own free will? Or is she forced."

"A little of both."

"If you want, I can go with her," Aaron offers.

"If she's okay with it."

"Besides, we still have to find you a therapist in the states," Colton says to Aaron.

"Come on, can't we just put it past us. You know how much I hate talking about problems and feelings," Aaron whines.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's your story?"

"It's not nearly as good as Jamie's, but basically I was being bullied in school and decided not to tell anyone and began to cut. I did it for about two weeks before I ngot into a fight with Colton when he was wrestling me he noticed blood on my sleeve."

"Ahh. How long you due for?"

"Three years."

"Dang. Jamie only has two."