Happily Ever After??

Four

*Five years ago*

Today's the day we are headed home. The plane is about to land and Mrs. Szor is waiting for us at the airport. After we get off and get our stuff Mrs. Szor takes us back too her house. All I want to do is cry and sleep. I walk to where my room used to be and shut and lock the door. 
I put my headphones  in and lay down on the bed and sleep. 

I wake a few hours later to James knocking on my door.
"Dinner is done" he says softly.
"I'm not hungry"
"Mom made lasagna." I jump up and run our of the room.
James starts laughing.

After we eat James and I go to the park.
I start messing around on the swings. James just looks depressed.
I stop swinging . "Babe, cheer up a bit."
"Cheer up? Cheer up?! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CHEER UP!?" he yells.
"I get that things are rough fright now but you need to make the best out of a bad situation." I say.
"My grandfather is dead Jayy!" he spits.
"You don't think I know that?! I was just as close to him as you were! So how do you think I feel James?! I've tried and tried to keep myself strong to help you get through this! Do you know how hard that has been on me James?!" I feel like I'm gonna break down.
"I didn't ask you to do ANYTHING FOR ME!!" his hand collides with my cheek. All I see is red.
"After all these years you stood there by my side and helped me through the bullshit with my dad.Then you go and become just like him! What's next, are you going to rape me too?  Oh and then the one time I try to help you this is what I get? You know what? Fuck you! After grandpa Jones's funeral, stay the fuck away from me!" I dart back inside the house to grab my stuff and thank Mrs. Szor. After that I make my way home.

"Jayy! Jayy wait! I'm sorry!" he chases after me.
I stop and turn around but only to spit in his direction and walk off. 
The walk home is quite long but when I get there I see  a second car in the drive way. 
I slowly walk in the door, "mom?" I call out. 
Silence
"Mom? I came home from the trip early." 
Silence
I walk into her room to find her sleeping with the one man she promised she'd never speak to again, my father.
She panics, "sweetheart, what are you doing home so early?" 
"Leaving" I spit.
I storm into my room and gather all of my clothes and chargers and stuff before leaving the house. I really only have one place to go. Even if that means putting up with him. I make the long walk back to Mrs. Szors house. 
This walk seems longer than before since I have a few bags of things with me. 
By the time I arrive dusk has fallen. I pull the key out of my pocked before unlocking the door. Mrs. Szor gave it to me encase of times like this. I walk in as quietly as I can. No one seems to be awake. 
"What are you doing here?" he spits from the couch. I jump and drop one of my bags. 
I roll my eyes, "It's non of your business." with that I walk into my old room.
I pull the punching bag I kept in the closet and start hitting away. 15 hits later I feel something in my hand crunch.
"Fuck!" I whisper yell. I try to move it but I can't.
I sit in the corner or the bed, curl up in a ball and loose it. 
That's how I stay till about 9AM the next morning. 
Mrs. Szor quietly knocks on the door.
"Hey sweetheart, James told me you came in late last night." It's not until she fully came into the room that she realized how I was. I probably looked like a mess, a tear stained face and a hand the size of Mickey Mouses glove. 
"What happened hun?" she panics and sits down on the bed next to me. 
"First James and I got into a fight, then he hit me so I stormed off and went home but when I got there my dad was there so I got all of my clothes and stuff and came back here. That's when I started to hit the punching bag and then this happened." I say, throwing my hand up at the end. 
"Let's get you to the hospital, I'll have a talk with James later. Do you want me to call your mom?" 
I shake my head vigorously, "I don't even want to see her last night. Just send her the bill."
Together we leave the room. When James sees my hand his eyes go wide. 
"Conner, Bradly I have to take Jayy up to the hospital and dad's at work. Be good." Conner and Bradly are James's younger brothers. I like to call them the Twin Terrors. They are only about a year younger than me. "James you are coming with us because we need to have a serious talk about your recent behavior."
He sighs, "but mooooommmmm" he whines, "Ian and Broady were supposed to come over today." 
"You should've though of that before hitting Jayy." 
"Wait, you hit Jayy?" Bradly asks. Out of the two of the Twin Terrors Bradly has always been my favorite. We've just gotten along better than Conner and I. 
"Look it was a mistake okay?" James is clearly getting aggravated.
"I don't care if it was a mistake or not! Now can we please get to the hospital? I really don't feel like having this broken hand much longer." I say. 
"Yeah, let's go."