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“Wow you’re such a responsible older brother” he said sarcastically
“Wow you’re such a responsible older brother” he said sarcastically
"Hey, it's not like anyone else can do it." He shot back. My older sister's high as a damn kite 95% of the time, obviously Becca can't stop running her mouth for two seconds to care about anyone but herself, so that just leaves me."
“And you’re handling the job so very well. How far are you going to go until she winds up dead?”
"As far as I have to. If she ends up dead from it, then that's her own fault for pushing me that far."
“You really are scum aren’t you?” He sighed. “I’m bored of talking to you. So I guess I’ll let you go.” But honestly he had to get home before his dad did to make sure his mom would be okay.
"She will pay for this." He growled under his breath, starting on his way home. He didn't care about anything Jax said to him. He had a mission.
Jax hoped Becca would still be alive by morning and quickly took off towards Ethan, hopping in the car a few minutes later.
“You get into a fight?”
“Something like that. Can you just drive me home please?”
Ethan nodded
He returned home quickly and slammed the door. Becca was upstairs in her room, cowering in fear. What would be next? Broken ribs? Concussion? She had no idea.
Jax was extremely stressed when he got home, he was later than he usually was. He fumbled with his keys and finally managed to open the door. “¿Mamá?” He called out and heard a response from the living room. He raced in there only to find that everything was completely fine.
“What’s wrong mijo? You look stressed” she asked, looking up at him.
He laughed a bit. “Something like that. Sorry for worrying you. I’m gonna go make some food okay?” She nodded, going back to knitting. His mother was the most gentle person he’d ever met. So he had to make sure she’d always be safe.
She heard him coming up the stairs and was left trembling when he reached her door, much less when he started banging on it. "Open the damn door, Rebecca. You know what happens when you start running your mouth."
His dad hadn’t been home in awhile and life had been good. But he didn’t believe for a second that it’d last.
"I didn't tell him anything! Please, leave me alone!" She cried. "Like hell you didn't! How else would he have known to come after you? Open the fucking door!"
Things with Jax were pretty chill honestly. But he was overly anxious the entire night.
(Right, can we skip to morning? Writing full on abuse scenes makes my stomach turn.)
(Sure thing)
The sun rose on the classroom as the kids filed in for their second day. However, one was missing from their new roster. Becca.
Jax noticed this and just hoped she was late.
The day went on but she never showed up. Where was she and what had happened to her?
Of course Jax was stressed out the entire day and was now ranting to Ethan.
Where was Becca? Try lying on her bedroom floor in a pool of her own blood, half dead from her brother's abuse the night before.
Jax knew that whatever had happened to Becca it wasn’t good. But he’d have to wait for now.
Every breath hurt. Just existing hurt. Her thoughts wandered to Jax. Was he worried about her? Did he even notice that she was gone? She doubted it.
Of course he’d somehow figure out where she lived, break in, and get her the heck out of there. But for now all the teachers were monitoring him closely.
She wished Daisy was still here. She was the only one who ever cared about when her older sister got hurt. Every movement made a new wave of pain run through her.
Eventually school did end and Jax automatically yeeted, having already figured out where she lived at this point. He hoped he just got there in time.
She had already been unconscious for hours. Not like anyone in her family cared since no one came to check on her.
((I’m sorry I legit d i e d
Jax got to the house and after a few minutes, saw her through a window and quickly opened the window before climbing inside quietly.
(It's all good!)
She was surrounded by a pool of her own blood which was coming from an assortment of cuts and gashes that looked pretty deep on her body and they were everywhere.
“Jesus Becca they got you good” he said quietly. He knew he couldn’t just let her stay here. He gently picked her up. “Let’s get you out of here.”
She was unconscious from blood loss, her skin pale and stained pink. She was still bleeding pretty steadily which definitely wasn't helping.
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