Ghost Bird The Academy: Jameson Addition.

My Destiny As An Awful Cook.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: The chapter starts out showing implied sexual abuse. If this trigger's you please don't read. I don't go into graphic details. there's also self-harm in this chapter as well as suicidal thoughts.

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"The body remembers. Stuffed until an event, a sound, a sight, a touch, a word or a person awakens them."

The first time she saw him mad was when she went to his room without knocking.

She hadn't even thought twice about it. He came into her room all the time and very little did he knock. Sometimes he would be there before she even came into her room. Sitting on the bed waiting for her.

So when she moved into the bedroom War and Peace held proudly in her hand she didn't seem to think it was a problem. He always raved about how smart she was, and James didn't get to hear that a lot.

It made her feel happy-proud even.

"I just finished I can-"

"What are you doing!" He yelled but his tone was breathy and there was sweat on his face. James furrowed her brow feeling bad.

"Are you okay? You look sick?" She moved closer to the bed noticing some magazines on the bed. She blushed as she saw they were rather inappropriate... "Uh..."

"Jameson," He sighed "I'm not sick okay? Can you fuck off for a minute?"

"Yeah-yeah." She stuttered blushing brightly. "S-sorry."

The second time she saw him mad was when her fosters parents were out of town. He had asked her too...

"Come on Kiddo," He looked annoyed his eyes frustrated. "I thought we were friends? Look how much I've done for you? Look how many times I've spent with you and you don't even trust me?"

James instantly felt guilty, he had spent so much time with her. Normally foster homes were littered with kids. She hadn't gotten to spend a lot of time with the parents or her siblings. James had been unlucky always getting placed in a not so great home.

She was cursed, that's what she always thought.

There was no other explanation she just had to much bad luck when it came to things like this. Even as a child.

James shivered, she didn't need to think about that now.

"I don't know," She bit her lip looking down. "I don't really-"

"God Jameson! Your such a baby!" He shouted grabbing the vase next to him and tossing it at her head. She didn't have enough time to get out of the way to shocked by his actions.

He had always been so kind to her but now? Now he was acting like everyone else. Her heart started racing, she quickly backed herself into a corner her eyes flickering across the room. She needed out-out -out.

She could feel some pieces of the glass embedded into her skin, blood dripping down her face from the small shards.

"Aw no hey I'm sorry," He quickly moved forward kneeling in front of her his hands on either side of her cheeks. She couldn't help the flinch but he just tightened his grip. "I shouldn't have gotten so mad, that was my fault."

His hands made the pieces go in further making her wince as they dig into her cheeks. She was sure there was some pieces on her arms as well.

He laughed a smile coming onto his lips. His laugh echoed across the room. She hadn't the sound, it was hollow and cold.