*Justin, Jason, or one in the same?

Thirty Four

Justin

I had been home for about a week which was a week after John showed and just like the day I came home Lisa was yelling at John. For the third time this week he had gone into Jason Jr's nursery. Every time he went in there Lisa would yell at him and he would make it worse by walking away. Normally he would go into the other nursery and they would argue about the fact that the babies walls were purple and they would be in the same room. Instead he walked downstairs and Lisa waddled after him.

"Baby, come sit down before you get to stressed." I said looking up from the cartoons I had been using to tune them out. She thought for a second and then sat down. I grabbed her legs and laid them across my lap. About thirty minutes later Lisa flinched. "Li, are you okay?" I sat up alert. "Fine, fine. They're just a little active after me getting upset." She waved it off.

We sat there for about two hours until Lisa went to take a shower and I went to talk to John.

"Everyday. Every fucking day. You go into that room despite your eight month pregnant sister's ranting. Why?" John put down his beer and looked at me. "I sat with her Justin. I listened to her scream and cry because it was hurting her baby.  Not her. Her baby. It took me three fucking hours to find that damn warehouse. What did I find when I got there? Billy beating the hell out of my baby sister. She was curled into a ball and it wasn't until I picked her up to put her in the ambulance that she was pregnant. Then I remembered Billy always hitting my mother telling her what ever little bastard she had would live in hell. Then one night I heard Lisa scream out in pain when she was three. I walked in on Billy sexually molesting her. She was three fucking years old." He slammed his fist down on the table.

He stood up nose to nose. "That was my family. Did you know when Lisa found out she was pregnant she had Nick Stokes change her last name? I've been through hell and back for my baby sister, how bout you Justin?" He questioned. "Yeah, I did. I do it everyday. I get up and go to work and I listen to people hate on me and tell me to die. That Lisa's better off without me. That she deserves better. They're not wrong but she's mine and I ain't letting her go." I walked up the stairs to find Lisa laying in bed asleep. I looked at the clock. 2 a.m. no wonder. I stripped into my boxers and laid next to her with my arm around her.

I'm not sure what it was but I sat straight up in bed I looked at the alarm. It was 6 a.m. I laid back down to find Lisa wasn't in bed. I jumped up and turned on the light to find she was gone. Our bathroom was dark so she wasn't in there. I went down the hall to the kitchen. Empty

Her old room. Empty. Then it hit me. The one room I hadn't checked. Baby Jason's room. I got in there and she was in the rocking chair. "Hey, you okay?" I kneeled down. "Yeah, I just - they're being rotten. They keep moving around." She kept staring and the picture of Jason. "You hungry? I'll make you something to eat." She nodded and I helped her up.

We got down stairs and she wanted pancakes and eggs. I just got the ingredients when Lisa gasped. I looked at her.

"Justin, my water just broke."