(Chapter 3)( the past )

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(Chapter 3)( the past )

(Jack's p.o.v)

I sat outside the bathroom door, listening to her bathe, while humming a melody to herself. I scratched my gauged ears . Brantley and I had our ears gauged alike . Brantley walked into his room; he saw me sitting by the bathroom door. " come on , brother we need to talk". He says.

(Brantley's p.o.v)

Damn this was gonna be hard to explain to him, I know he loves her but if I was him I wouldn't wanna here this about my girl either. I thought.

(Jack's p.o.v)

I sat down on one side of the couch, brantley on the other.
" look man, I know that you wanna kill Nick, but it's pointless, and it ain't gone change a damn thing". Brantley said. " but he keeps hurting her, and if he's dead then she can live with me". I say. Brant just shakes his head. " I'm sorry, but jack if you kill him , the courts gone send her elsewhere, you won't be able to keep her, cause you'll be considered a danger."
" look, there's something that only me and her know about alright, something we've never told anybody . " brantley said.
" what"? I ask.
" one night after nick raped her for the fourth time in her life, he had been doing so since her mothers death. She called me, like she did tonight, crying, wantin me to come get her. But, I made the mistake of bringing my pistol. I pulled in the driveway, she yelled for me . I ran inside and up the stairs, into the bedroom. He had her pinned down./
" wait, I thought you said she called you"? I asked interrupting him.
" she did but he grabbed her again, he had her by her wrists .
I couldn't help it, I pulled out the pistol, he dropped her. He came at me like he was gonna hit me, she had managed to get up get her clothes fast enough for us to get out of the house and into the truck. I brought her here, let her bathe gave her one of my t-shirts.
Ya know all that stuff and we laid in my bed, and just talked about it, I gave her comfort. By the time it was 11 o'clock , she was curled up close to me, her head on my chest. I just told her stories,jokes and whatever I could to make her smile again". he stopped, smiling remembering the memories they had made.

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