Jason's Christmas present

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Jade's POV

I felt bad for worrying Amy and Jason, I misunderstood what they were talking about.
I felt safe with them, Junior took a liking to them just like that.
Me on the other hand, well I have trust issues.
I like Amy a lot it's just guys, grown guys scare me.
But Jason seems ok, he doesn't really talk much.
We were here a week before I called them mom and dad, brother started right from the start.

One day I saw dad (Jason) without his mask, he Obviously didn't see me.
He was sharping his really big knife.
I was exploring and found a tunnel, I heard a weird noise and followed the sound.
It led me to him, anyways his mask was on a table near him.
He was so absorbed in sharping his big knife that he didn't see or hear me approach.
I reached up and grabbed the mask off the table.
Boy was it ever so heavy!
I saw what looked like bloodstains on the front of it.
I dropped it thus causing dad (Jason) to spin around quickly.
He eyed his mask on the ground then he noticed me.
His right hand went up to the right side of his face.
I saw his face turn beat red as he reached to pick his mask up off the floor.
I shyly walked up to him and gently tug on his arm.
He must of been made of stone, he wouldn't budge.
Daddy?
I looked up at him with the pouty face, he slowly lowered his hand away from his face.
He sat down heavily on the bench and stared at me from his great height.
I came up to him and reached up to him, he gently picked me up.
He placed me on his lap, I ran my fingers over his face.
He gulped as I did this, daddy?
He cocked his head slightly, I giggled it was cute.
Daddy,who hurt you?
He sighed and whispered the kids...
Why daddy?
Because I'm ugly he replied.
No daddy, you're special, everybody is special in their own way.
You just been hurt is all it is daddy.
I was born this way he said avoiding eye contact.
It's ok daddy, I still love you, Moma still loves you.
Brother loves you, your mommy loves you...
When do we meet grandma anyways?
She's dead he said with sorrow in his voice.
I'm sorry daddy.....
I started crying as I cling to him.
Why are you crying princess? he asked softly.
Because my real daddy killed my real mommy and I don't even get to meet grandma because she's dead.
It's not fair!
Why did your dad...?
He stopped himself from continuing.
Because mommy wasn't listening to him, so he... he beat her to death!
Plus he never loved me or mommy anyways.
I wasn't his real kid like Junior, he got mad at him for crying.
So he hit him across the face...
That's when I....
New daddy rocked me back and forth trying to calm me.
I buried my face in his shirt and listened to his heartbeat.
When I woke up I was in my bed with daddy's stuffed bear.