Jordan Voight: Teenage Years

Shellshock

Jordan- 13

It's been a few weeks since the Yates incident and Jordan wasn't handling anything well at all. She had completely shut down, the thirteen year old won't talk, she has constant nightmares and flashbacks, she didn't trust anyone anymore. The only person she trusted was her father no one else. When she'd go to the District she stayed glued right by his side, when the others tried to hug her she fought them and hid. If anyone tried to touch her she flinched and flipped out.

Hank didn't like how his little girl was like this, it was as if she built a wall around her and closed everyone out. He was trying everything he could possibly think of and none of it worked. He then made her an appointment with Dr. Charles, hopefully he could help.

Late one night it was dark and quiet in the Voight house hold, the father and daughter were both fast asleep. Jordan began tossing and turning in her sleep, Hank woke up and something told him to go check on his little girl.

The thirteen year old was frantically tossing and turning in her bed, she then shot out of her bed and hid in her closet. Hank made it to his little girl's room, he cut the light on to see her bed empty. He heard the whimpering coming from her closet, opening it he saw his little girl whining, whimpering, and shaking on the floor her knees pulled to her chest and she was rocking.

Getting down he pulled his baby into his arms, Jordan didn't see her father her eyes still glued shut tightly. When she felt arms around her the young teen began to panic and started to fight.

"Jo, it's alright sweetheart it's me. You're ok, he can't hurt you anymore. You're alright baby". Hank soothed her.

Jordan looked up at her father, she then gripped his shirt tightly burying her face into his shirt. Hank held onto his little girl as he rocked her gently.

"Shh baby shh, it's alright he can't hurt you anymore. I'm right here sweetheart, daddy's here. Daddy's got you, you're alright".

The teen was too emotional to speak and move, Hank gently lifted her and carried her back to her bed. He gently rocked her hoping to calm her. Jordan was glued to her father, it took her nearly twenty minutes to calm down her face was buried into her father's shirt.

"Wanna talk about it sweetheart?"

Jordan shook her head as her head laid on her father's chest, her fingers gripping his shirt as if he was gonna disappear. Looking back at the clock on the dresser it read, 3:25 am in red bold numbers.

"Come on baby, back to bed".

The thirteen year old frantically shook her head as her eyes widened in fear, she glued herself to her father. She couldn't get Yates's voice out of her head. One thing that kept replaying in in her head when he was talking about her mother. 'I bet it was your fault she died'

That same line had kept repeating in her head everyday for the past few weeks. Should she tell someone? Would anyone believe her? Would her father believe her? She wanted to tell someone but she wasn't ready to face what happened yet so she stayed quiet.

Jordan was awake till about after 4 in the morning, Hank laid there holding his little girl he looked down to see her finally asleep again. Just as he was about to put her down the teen felt herself being moved and once again gripped to her father.

"I'm right here sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere". He whispered softly in her ear.

Once the teen had settled down again she was curled up beside her father as she slept in his hold. Hank just laid there and shortly after he had fallen asleep holding his precious little girl.