Pretty evil

Chapter 14- the rest is history

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His eyes continued to remain glossy, like the emotion was ready to flood out at any second now. It's selfish of me, yes but I asked him a question about himself to turn the attention away from me. I didn't want to answer any questions about my life, he knew a decent amount already from when he researched me that one time. My brain was telling me to just let shit go, trust him and vent a little but my heart stayed guarded by barbed wire and I didn't want him to go near it cause it would cause him pain.

"You know how I told you about my mom dying and my dad running off when I was seven because he was cheat?" He asked, taking a strand of my hair as he began to play with it. I waited for him to continue, "well, I saw too much one day. My parents relationship was physical and emotionally abusive, my dad used to torture my mom. He'd do things like, burn her with his cigarette when she refused to buy him more. He'd lock her in their room whenever I began to cry, he'd tell her to just let me die, that she was better off just him and her" he paused, letting go of the strand of hair he was playing with. He wiped away a tear that began to fall, my eyes became glossy too as he continued, " he chopped up all her clothes so she couldn't leave the house whilst he was out fucking whatever he could get his hands on. I remember one day, I was sat in my room crying against the door, my knees tucked against my chest" he pushed me back slightly, and recreated the moment he was talking about. I watched, a lump formed in my throat as I tried to blink away the tears.

"I sat like this, crying whilst he threw things at her in the next room. Alcohol bottles, shoes, hangers, old family framed pictures... just anything he could get his hands on" his tears feel freely as he moved out of the position he was in, he reached his hand out for me and I took it. He pulled me back to him gently, I returned to being stood in between his legs, "the day this happened" he pointed to his scar, " I was in my moms room after a similar thing had happened, I was cradling her in my arms because she wouldn't stop crying-" he pulled me towards his chest and hugged me, I could hear his heart beating so fast, "he was downstairs, getting what I now know was a knife. He came in the room and started to shout out me, he hit me a couple of times but I stayed strong and stood in front of my mom so he couldn't hurt her. He sliced the knife across my cheek so I would fall to the ground and he could get to her." He removed his arms from around me a second, before running his hands down his face and letting out a long suppressed sigh. My eyes were blurry at this point, due to the tears that had formed. My body remained against his, my ear against his chest.

"Next thing I knew, I was downstairs in a cupboard, hidden I assume and my older brother Joseph was there shouting at my dad-" "wait, is that why you use Joseph as your fake na-" I began to choke out my sentence, but Jason shushed me, "I'll explain that soon. anyways, my dads hands were dripping in blood and I could see a trail of blood leading to the garden. When I looked out, my moms body was there, partially buried in the ground covered in blood and bruises. Joseph was trying to make sense of what my dad had done, but they were just crying and shouting at each other. It quickly went south and Joseph ended up being my dads next victim as I watched from a hole in the cupboard. My dad came looking for me but never found me, he left and then I collected myself a little bag of stuff, wandered the streets for a while then was picked up on the street by Aj's dad. He saved my life but he was the reason I got involved in all this gang shit." Jason concluded his story with a kiss on my forehead, I wiped my tears and then his before reaching up and placing a gentle kiss on his tear stained cheek where the scar was made.

"I'm sorry" was all I could say, no other words would form, "it's fine, honestly it needed to be said." He smiled, wiping the tears from his eyes, "I use Joseph because my brothers record was clean, I changed the last name and then I just use my date of birthday instead of his. Ironically also, Joseph was the name of the first therapist I ever went to. Aj's dad never wanted me and Aj to be involved in the gang, that's why he sent me to therapy to try sort my head out. It didn't work though and then when I was a bit older, I found myself getting involved in odd jobs he was going on. His permission wasn't given but I went anyway" he laughed, " when Aj's dad was killed, Aj and I were involved in a job he was working on, I was around seventeen at the time. So we decided to complete the job in his honour, but when his dad died the old gang members fled because they didn't wanna work without his dad's direction. Myself and Aj took over and then, as they say... the rest is history" Jason shrugged, jumping off of the counter top. He took the bandana out of the sink and threw it into the laundry basket near us. Gross.

He leaned down and rinsed his face with water, letting it drip dry as he turned back around to face me, "is that why you feel no pain?" I questioned, he nodded. "And is that why you flipped that day I asked about your past records and stuff...that day in my office" he nodded again, "oh" I sighed. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, I wrapped mine around his neck and stared into his bloodshot, puffy eyes. He kissed me. And again. And again. I expressed a sorrowful smile and placed one last kiss on his lips, "I guess it's my turn now"