Kaylor Family One-Shots

Saving Jonte (Part 1)

Jonte's P.O.V

"Come on Jonte, get your damn arse up you lazy son of a bitch!" I open my eyes and cast my eyes around my small room in a chilly attic which I shared with Frank, my older brother. I look around for him but instead of seeing his usually messy bedhead I see a note, more specifically a note written in the secret code we developed a few years ago. I step out of bed and sit on the edge as I unfold the note and begin to read.

Jonte, I know you'll be reading this note and you'll already know that I am gone. But you will not understand why. So I'm writing this letter to tell you. I left to give you a better opportunity at home, it was clear even a few years ago that dad's drinking was getting worse and one of these days it was clear that we would clash. I didn't want to put you in that position so I decided to leave. One day when it's safe, I will come for you. Trust me, put your faith in me and I will deliver.

-Frank Wilson

I finish the letter, fold it and tuck it under my pillow knowing that dad will not come up here, he can never be bothered unless he knows he gets to pound one of us. Today he will never bother, he's never shown interest in hitting me, but I know he has waited for the opportunity to hit Frank for years, now he won't get that chance. Pulling on my jeans that are filthy and ripped I walk downstairs and head towards the kitchen, as I reach to grab an apple a rough hand drags me backwards and I stumble which probably makes it worse. Turning I see my dad's best friend Dick, Frank and I always called him Dickie the Dick. "Where are ya going retard?" I look down and mutter to the kitchen but he only pushes me roughly towards the living room where I know dad will be, drunk as a skunk. "No wait let me go, please." I state but Dick only drags me and pushes me towards the man who I used to call dad. "What is it Di-ckie..." dad slurs making Dickie grunt and grab at me forcing me to my knees and that's when he takes notice. "Oh you found my son, my lovely son. So brave, not a coward like his mother or Frankie..."

"Frankie wasn't a coward....you're a pig..." I state in defence of my big brother. His eyes narrow on me and he backhands me across the face, but I only smirk at him. "What did I upset you old man? You filthy alcoholic...you're a pathetic excuse for a man." I state as he roughly pushes me backwards but I push back and he slips and falls in his drunken state. Whacking his head on the corner of the coffee table, I watch in slight horror as he falls and the surprise look that crosses his face. Dickie reaches out to grab him but in my mind I know that it's too late so I simply stand there. Dickie sees the blood and bolts so like a good American kid I call the police.

The police arriving doesn't exactly go as plan as the minute they arrive, my prints are taken, they do a breath test which I understand as the entire house stinks of booze and it must be difficult to see who is intoxicated and who is not. I let them do it all and then when they find him, the man they call my father but I refer to him as Ivan the Terrible after the Russian Tsar who ruled Russia ruthlessly, although I think my father is worse than him. Despite Ivan killing his son in cold blood I find myself trying to find a movie villain who would closely resemble my father but none come to mind so I give the cops every detail that I can think of and that includes the beatings that I regularly take from him. The cop nods and takes down everything I tell him but instead of being rewarded or at least being told that it's not my fault and that everything will be okay he puts me into a police car and before I know it I'm being pulled from the car.

That particular police car takes me to a large building, it's dark and probably around 10.45pm now, it's been a long day. The cop whose name turns out to be Ivan, despite the irony takes me up to the door and although it's dark I can still make out the name of the place, St Augustine's House. I have no idea what type of place it is until I read the words under the name, 'home for orphans' and I sigh. I guess now that's what I am, what I truly am.

End of Part 1.