My Perfect Year

January 22, 2014-Wednesday

   I wake up and look at the clock. 4:00am it flashes in my face. "Why the hell am I up right now?", I ask myself and roll over. After about 30 minutes of tossing and turning over and over and over again I decide to just get up. I haven't shaved in a while so I go into the bathroom and turn the water on. As the tub fills I text James saying I woke up and can't sleep. Then I go back into the bathroom and shave my legs.

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          As I walk out of the bathroom fully dressed and ready to go I look at the clock 6:30am. I go to my closet to get shoes and find James huddled in the corner asleep. I rush over and shake him gently. "James, James", I whisper quietly. His eyes opens and our gazes lock and as you probably guessed we kiss. I pull away obviously wanting ti know why the hell he's sleeping in the corner of ny closet. He has some of his clothes here but I don't know why he's here. "James why were you sleeping in my closet are ok?", I ask concerned. He shakes his head and takes off his shirt. I gasp. Not just because of the muscle but because of the scratches and bruises and prints that look as if they came from a belt. "James. What...what....what happened?", I ask starting to tear. "My dad. Him and my mom got in a fight because my mom was having an affair. He kicked her out and I wanted to go but he sent me to my room and my mother took all her stuff and left. My father went out yesterday and drank. He drank and drank until he couldn't possibly drink anymore. Surprisingly he wasn't caught drinking and driving......I wish he had been. When he finally came home I had packed my stuff to come here. He threatened to punch, hit, spank....everything. He did it to. I was punched and kicked until I was bruised. Then he took his belt off and whipped me with it. I found the courage to get up and I ran. I ran until I couldn't anymore. Then I finished walking to your house. I climbed up ontk your balcony and got in and crashed in your closet". James said, by the time he ended he was bawling. I was to. We sat there awhile just crying. Then I get up and bring James downstairs. As my mother cleans him up and listens to his story I call the Child Protection thingy. I make an appointment to take James in to show him the marks and for them to hear his story. We both get to miss school. My mother calls the school and lets them know whats going on. I give James some clean clothes and make him take a shower abd sleep in my bed until the appointment.

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           When the appointment time was coming close I went and woke him up. He slowly rolls out of bed, literally he rolls out of bed and then gets dressed. I hug and and whisper "It will all work out", in his ear then give him a peck on the cheek.

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        We arrive at the office and they take James into a room for questioning. My mother and I sit in the small waiting area they have.

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        An hour goes by.

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        Two hours go by.

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        Three hours later the door opens revealing a sad, tired, angry, and depressed James. As soon as he see's me he looks down and cries, I run to him and hold him and try to assure him everything will be ok. "Can I wait until tomorrow to tell you what is going to happen?", he asks tears streaming down his face, I nod yes and we take him back to the house.

       We eat, shower, watch some T.V. and go to bed. James laying next to me.

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               ~James Journal~

      As I told my story I cried the hardest I ever had. I can't bear to tell her yet it breaks my heart and will surely break her's.