The Scissoring

Chapter Two: Jacob

We hammered on the door "please, let us in!" We all yelled as me and Cat banged on the door and Andre and Robbie stood behind us supporting Beck.

"Boo!"

"Ahhh!" We all yelled as a loud rumble of thunder sounded and who I can guess was Jade's little brother stood in the doorway holding a super soaker full of tomato sauce.

"Sorry," he put it down, feeling guilty for getting tomato over us "I thought you were trick or treaters." Jacob pulled the door open fully, inviting then in

"What are you guys doing here?" The child looked at everyone as they came in from the cold into the warm kitchen

Tori looked behind her, gesturing to the long haired Canadian being supported by just Andre now as Robbie ran for the cookie jar

"Do you have a first aid kit we can use?" Tori asked politely

"What's wrong with him?" The 10 year old asked suspiciously, standing up on a chair as he pulled the small green box down from the top of the cupboards.

Everyone looked at each other, they couldn't exactly tell him the truth.

"I fell, buddy." Beck lied quickly, patting the kid on the shoulder as he sat down at the breakfast table, groaning in pain as Tori, with help from Cat attended to his wounds.

"Oh," Jacob didn't look convinced as Cat lifted up Beck's shirt and revealed a deep slash around the side of his stomach "okay."

"Hey, why don't you go and choose a film for us to watch, bud." Beck suggested, trying to get the small child to leave.

"Fine." He shrugged "come on, I'll show you to the family room." Jacob told Robbie and Andre, leading them through a hallway to a large room.

"Woah, this room is bigger than my house." Robbie exclaimed.

They walked in to find a long panelled room with mahogany cladding, the warmth of the reddish wood pulling the open feeling space in a little. A green cards table was sat at the front of the room amongst other games piled up underneath it, and at the very end rested a 50 inch screen television, and a selection of brown leather couches. There were several canvases of various pieces of art work, but as they walked further into the room, Robbie and Andre noticed something that wasn't in the "family room," there weren't any pictures of Jade or Jacob. It appeared the West children had everything, except love.

Cabinets were littered down the walls containing various things from paperwork to old photos, to DVDs, Jacob walked to the one containing DVDs as the two teenagers who accompanied him explored the room some more.

The 10 year old ignored Robbie as he blabbered on about just how many material possessions there were in one room. He was so sick of all of this, sick of everyone thinking just because they were rich, him and Jade had a good life, they didn't, he knew Jade didn't commit suicide, he knew she wouldn't have abandoned him like that, but he wouldn't have blamed her if she did.

"Look at this," Robbie laughed, a VHS in his hands labelled "Jade's first dance class"

"Oh my god!" Andre chortled, snatching the video from Robbie as he flipped it over to check the date "2nd December 2000." He read.

"That would make her like 4, wouldn't it?" Robbie tried to calculate it, only just now realising he didn't actually know Jade's birthday.

"I think so." Andre shrugged "bet she was even a little bitch back then." He said jokingly, not meaning any offence by it.

Jacob's ears perked up, he was fully aware they had grabbed a home video from the cabinet, and he didn't mind, until they started bad mouthing his sister that is.