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19.2: From the Beginning

Where it all Begins by Hunter Hayes
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"Where do I start," he whispered, clenching his hands into fists so tight that his nails were digging into his skin.

"The beginning," she whispered back.

Jesse bit his lip, feeling the tears come to his eyes. With one single deep breath he pushed them away, as well as all of his emotions and began to tell Aurora the story from the start. He was too numb to feel anything.

"When I was five years old my Mom confessed to her husband Wayne that I wasn't his son," he said, staring blankly ahead. He let his hands relax. "He picked up a drinking problem but loved my Mom and older brother too much to leave them." He laughed humorlessly. "My Mom loved him a lot too. She should have left the second she could but it was too late.

"I don't know exactly when he began hitting her but I first found out when I was eight. I told my older brother, hoping he would stand up and do something about, tell someone. But he just told me to keep my mouth shut and keep out of Wayne's way."

Aurora blinked back her own tears.

"He was scared. He knew what would happen if the police were called. Wayne would turn on us. So I did keep quiet and every day I would come home to find more bruises on my Mom's face. It got to the point where she couldn't go outside for a week. After that Wayne realized he should cover it up better. Somewhere where no one else could see. He began to rape her."

Aurora held a hand to her mouth, trying to keep the cries back. They wouldn't help anything.

"I wanted to help her," he said numbly, as if he was a robot. "I did," he persisted. "But he locked the door to the bedroom so I couldn't get in and he promised me that if I tried to tell anyone or stop it that he would pull the rifle he kept under his bed on my Mom.

"I was ten when I started to get in his way," he said.

Aurora tensed, fearing of what would come next. She looked once at his back and realized that she already knew.

"Every time I saw him drag her into their bedroom I would step in front of him instead. I would rile him up until he would pull his belt from his pants and whack me on the back. It hurt like hell and my Mom begged him to stop but it got him to stay away from her.

"I guess the bastard had only so much energy to hurt one person a day." He laughed dryly. "It went on for five more years. I don't how many of her hits I took but I know I didn't take all of them. One time I came home from school and she was lying on the floor barely conscious with blood everywhere. I grabbed the phone, ready to call an ambulance but then he came around the corner with his fucking buddies. They all laughed while he whipped me on the back for an hour and my Mom cried."

Aurora chocked back her cries. She would not let him hear her cry. It would only make it worse.

She reached out to gently grab his shoulder.

"Jesse," she began but before she could utter another word his spell was broken and he jumped away from her.

His infinite tall cement walls built back up faster than lightning.

"I'm going to go throw this away somewhere," he mumbled, grabbing his bloody and torn shirt from the ground.

"Jesse wait," she said, grabbing his wrist before he could escape. "All I'm going to say is that you need to go to the doctors. All the scars look horrible and I don't know if I did it right."

"I'm fine," he muttered, shrugging her hand off. "If they get infected then so be it. I don't have anything to live for anyways."

Before Aurora could argue with him he had disappeared.