New Beginnings

I thank andy for letting me and kaylee put of my locker and kaylee and I head back to her house. The walk isnt to far. Its a decent day out. Its pretty quiet as we walk until somenone shouts.
"IS that who I think it is. So lottle kaylee is back in jersey adter all these years?" She tenses up and turns to me and mouths a single word. Run. Sje starts to take off and I follow behind her sje makes a turn in an ally and we hide behind a house. We were fast enough that the boy didnt see where we had turned and ran right pass the house. after he was out of sight we started to run back toward the road and didnt stop running until we got back to her house. No one was home yet. Mikeh was at yearbook meating and gerard was at franks and i don't know where her parents were. She locked the door and we walked down the stairs and she locked her bedroom door as well. Okay now im curious. Who the fuck was that man. Why did kaylee start running. My thoughts were quickly interupted by kaylee.
"My half brother Jacob. "
"What?"
"Thats who that was. if you sit down ill tell you the story but you cant tell anyone else. Promise me you wont tell anyone."
"Who the hell am I going to tell, andy? Mikey? Gerard? Listen if you want me to keep it a secret ill keep it a secret. I dont normally talk much while hanging out with the guys." I say as I walk toward he queen size bed and she follows we sit fave to face cross legged.
"Thank you. Okay so it started when I was 4 It all started when my mom died. She was also jacobs mother. We had differemt dads. Well hes two years older than me. two years and nothing major happened. Until I was seven and he came into my room. He was nine. I guess he somehow got a hold of alcohol. He was drunk. He slaped me 'its your faultnmom is dad you pathetic piece of shit' imafine that. An abusive drunk thay was only nine. I swear this world has gone to shit. Well that night he beat me pretty bad. It started out he only did it when he was drunk and that was once a couple weeks. Then he started to get more and more sober when he did it eventually he was beating the shit out of me every couple days. By the time I was nine he was eleven and I just locked myself in my room all the time. That way he couldnt get to me. He started to do it at school and his friends would help. My dad was working all the time and never noticed what had been happening. Another year passed it got worse. One night he somehow unlocked my door. He came up to me and slapped me. He was drunk for the tenth night in a row. I have no idea where he was fetring the alcohol. The next thing I know he was on top of me trying to pull my shirt off. I struggled to get loose but it was no use. He was to strong for me. He eventually got my shirt on. When he started kn my pants I some how got my arm loose and slapped him. He was pissed. He punched me so hard my head began to spin. I became week and my bisin was becoming blury 'shows you to try to struggle' thay was the last thing I remebered before waking up naked on my bed. I had a major head ache. Then I remebered the previous night and I started to panick I felt filthy. It was even worse not exactly what he did to me. I didnt come out of my room for a week. It wasnt the last time that happened. It happened multiple times over the next few Months. Until my dad came home early. I heard the door slam but jacob must not have. I screammed at the topnof my lungs. 'Daddy! Please help. Get him off of me please' jacob slapped me just as my father waled in the room to find my half naked body under jacob who was slapping me. He punched jacob and held me close. He called the cops and theu came and arrested jacob. After asking me a few questions a socail workee decided that my father wasnt a fit parent and semt me away to a adoption home. althougj I did get my justice. Jacob was sent to juvey and I guess was recently let go. I dont know how he reconigzed me but I knew his voice. I could never forgrt his voice." By the end of it she was ballong her eues out and her words were hard to understand. The next thing I did was lean in and hugged her and held the broken girl close to me. I couldnt imagine it. I dont know what I would do if I was in her place "about six months after I was sent to the adoption home I get a letter. My dad had killed himself. je took a rope tide one end to a tree made the other end into a noose climbed the tree put the noose around his neck and jumped." This poor girl has been through so much.

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