Finally Known Love

Chapter 3

Jade’s POV

I gap at my mother, my mouth simply hanging open. Finally, I find my words, even if they may not be that polite. “What the heck? Where has he been my whole life?” I practically yell at her, why wasn’t he there to help or protect me? Why was I alone, all that time, besides Abigail (the first one)? It just doesn’t make sense. I look over at Blake, and he too had surprise written all over his face, his mouth wide open, gaping like a fish. Looks like neither of us had a clue… I look down at my hands in my lap, just processing those words. He was at least two years older than me, so where has he been? Did they save him, but not me? My head snaps up when I hear him begin to speak, “What? Why didn’t I know about her? You said she wouldn’t make it, that I shouldn’t be there, because I couldn’t see her, I would hurt her…” he says, his voice sounding defeated and hurt. He looks at Mother, trying to understand, but he seemed to be failing. Mother sighs, before opening her arms, “Come here children, I have a story for you.” She says, motioning for us to come sit in front of her.

“You see, we couldn’t take care of two children. As soon as we found out I was pregnant with you Jade, we send Blake to your Uncle’s, but he was soon put in jail for a year or two for stealing some food. Blake was then put in the orphanage, where he was adopted a few months later. He has grown up in a better household than we could have ever given him, which was what your father and I wanted. When you came, it started getting harder. We didn’t have any money left, and we turned to alcohol. We started selling bad things, and did anything we had to, to get that little amount of money. Then, we would drink, blowing it all that night. And you know what happened when we came home, we would blame you, hurting you, because it made us feel like we had control again, even if we were practically killing our daughter in the process.” Blake gasps at that, his eyes wide, as I just glare at my mother. She should feel bad, she deserves it, after all the crap she made me go through. “As soon as we found out Abigail was going to be born, we thought we could manage two kids, after all, you were old enough to help, I guess. And that’s exactly what you did, you protected her, in a way that no one else could, because you knew what would happen, so you knew what to tell her. In a way, it was adorable, but I had to follow your father’s orders, otherwise he would kill you. I loved you both, but he thought you were made to be a punching bag, made to be the one that made you feel better. He told me these things every day, and finally, I started believing him. After Abigail died,” again, another gasp from Blake, “I felt cold. I felt numb, knowing I helped kill my own child, and soon, I didn’t feel anymore. I didn’t flinch when I saw your cry out anymore, I just didn’t feel it. When your father pulled out that knife, I knew that he couldn’t do it, I made sure that the neighbors would be able to hear you, and save you. As soon as you were in good hands, I knew I didn’t have to worry again. Then, I became numb again in jail, just wanting to get out, and put my revenge on you. It wasn’t until your little boyfriend saved you, and your uncle died, that I knew, I didn’t want that life anymore. I went to rehab, hoping to get better, and I did. Your father on the other hand, got worse, until he got cancer. When he passed away, I knew this was my chance. My chance to make up for what I’ve done, and hopefully be forgiven. Because I’m sorry. So very sorry, and I know it may take time to forgive me, but I’m willing to wait. I just need you to know I’m sorry.” My mother says, tears in her eyes, as she glances at both of us. Blake is the first to talk, and I flinch when I hear his booming voice, scaring me, because it reminded me of dad’s. “How could you? What kind of parents are you? Sending me somewhere safe, then beating the crap out of my little sister? What in the world?” he screams at my mother, making her tears come out. I just sit there shocked, processing the story she just told me. It is unfair really, how good he got it, while I was beaten the crap out of, and Abigail was killed, it was astonishing really. Well I guess he was the favorite. (Note the sarcasm). Blake is still pretty upset, yelling at my mother, and finally, I had had enough. “Shut up!” I yell at them. They both turn their heads to me, eyes big, surprised at my sudden outburst. “It’s over now! Abigail is dead, I’m over it, and you have a good life. Yes I have scars, but I don’t care anymore. It’s not baggage, it’s who I am. So quit fighting, and let’s just get over it.” I say, then going over to them and pulling them into a group hug. Our little “family” moment is interrupted when my phone goes off. I pull it out, seeing it’s from Jason. “Hey babe,” I say into the phone. “Why are you at the hospital?” he says into the phone, oh right, paps. “About that, I have some shocking news…” I say, hoping he takes this well.

AN: Hey guys, hope you are liking this story so far, it’s already quite dramatic huh? And we haven’t even gotten to the juicy stuff yet! You just wait, there will be plenty of shockers coming, and don’t you worry. xoxo RachJ