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Hi, my name is Jackson
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 | Blackened Eyes and Phony Smiles [04] |
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 5 with 1 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-10-02 07:50:13 |
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- Jackson Tate, his view.
“I said, I believe in the truth.”
A handful of new bruises to add to my collection. There was only one to really worry about. It was along my jaw, already a violent purple, and not easily hidden. The others dotted my arms and chest, even my back and legs. Every step I took hurt. I didn't finish my breakfast. Chewing stretched the skin on my jaw taught, tugging at the bruise, causing me to wince. Talking would be murderous. I sighed as I strolled into maths, slumping into my usual seat and doing my best to keep my bruised jaw facing the wall, where it was much less obvious. I wanted to slink away, to hide in the shadows, but it simply wasn't possible. Not now, and not ever.
“Shxt, Ade, what the heck?” Tammy's voice, far too loud for this time in the morning, echoed around the nearly empty room. She, and Adelaide, stepped inside, murmuring together. Except for Tammy's outburst, everything would have passed unnoticed. The pair were good friends. It was that simple. Everyone was used to them. Laughing and joking, talking nonsense, doing things I couldn't understand. I watched as, first Adelaide and then Tammy, sat down at my table, oblivious to the bruise on my jaw. For now, at least. “Is he cute?”
“Mhm,” Adelaide commented, her eyes falling on me. On my bruise. “God, Jackson. What happened?”
Tammy turned, surveying my face. Her eyes narrowed angrily as she stared at her jaw. I saw her fists clench, her teeth were gritted. The amusement, the shock, everything that had previously been written on her face was gone. Now, there was only a dull burning hatred. She shook her head, glanced at Adelaide, and forced herself to relax. I sighed warily and glanced at Adelaide. “It's nothing. Dustin, my little brother, and I were playing basketball.” I smiled. “It was an accident, that's all. He's... got a good throw.”
“That's not the shape of a basketball.” Adelaide responed.
“Only half the ball hit my face.” I replied, shrugging. Even as I met her gaze, I knew she didn't believe me.
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“Jesus,” Tammy snapped no sooner Adelaide had left the classroom halfway through the lesson. “You don't expect her to believe that, do you? You're a whiz at basketball. No five-year-old could hit you in the face that hard. You'd have had to have been sleep-walking or something. Why didn't you say you ran into the door, or slipped in the bath? Heck, why don't you move out?”
“Tam,” I sighed.
“Don't Tam me.” She snapped, glaring. “This is getting so stupid, Jackson. He'll kill you. Or Dustin. Is that what it's gonna take for you to get help? Tell one of the teachers! Tell Mrs. Coon. She can help, you know! She can get you both out of there! I want you out. Right now. Come and live with me. You and Dustin.”
“Tammy, I...”
Adelaide strolled casually passed our desk, biting her lip and refusing to look at either Tammy and I. Silently, she passed a note to our teacher, her face somewhat pale. He nodded and, slowly, she turned, returning to her seat. For a moment, she simply sat there, staring at the note she still held. Slowly, she passed it across the table, setting it down in front of me. I glanced down, my head swimming as I skim-read it. It wasn't her toilet pass, that was for sure. I glanced up at her, resisting the urge to shout, to throw something. She was biting down even harder on her lip, looking ready to cry, and I think that was what stopped me. Stopped me from hurting her the way I was hurting.
“I'm sorry.” She whispered, “Please. Just, go.”
“I don't need help.” I hissed, glaring at her. “I don't, so pxss off.”
“You do.” She replied, “You really do. That's not a basketball bruise, and I saw the others.”
“Fxck you, Adelaide. Just mind your own fxcking business.”
I couldn't help it. The tear were falling before I could stop them. I rose from my seat, perhaps too quickly for it hit the ground behind me as I left. I slammed the door accidentally. I was angry. I was hurting. I wanted to hit something, to lash out, to go numb. I wanted it to end, all of it, and at the same time I knew it wouldn't. Unless I was dead. And then there would be no one to look after Dustin. I couldn't leave him. He was my brother, after all. |
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