The Inevitable

"I find a way to block it"-Chapter Fourteen

The Inevitable

"I find a way to block it."-Chapter Fourteen

James

  Hush, don't speak  

My mom hates me. From the day I was born she'd always verbally and physically abuse me and Ethan. Then she'd let her little boy toys walk all over us too.

When you spit your venom, keep it shut I hate it
When you hiss and preach

Praising her boyfriends would only give them the higher statue to bring us down to their level. I'd never fight back though because that would only be giving them the satisfaction that I'd actually be stepping down to their level of stupidity and mockery.

About your new messiah 'cause your theories catch fire

The only excuse for their acts was that we were smaller at the time and could boss us around.

I can't find your silver lining

 Until we got too big to do so.

I don't mean to judge

So they went as far as to send us to her brother, Malcolm, who owned a gang and treated us like worthless pigs.

But when you read your speech, it's tiring
Enough is enough

When we escaped, more like sent to the other side, Cooper found us and took us in. Everything just got harder from there as we grew up. Taking care of my cousin, Ethan, dealing with the stress of being bullied every day from my looks of being really tall for my height and muscular build I just decided to block it all out.

I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak

When I figured out that Lyra killed Cooper by taking his heart out and a lot of others it was a lot to take in. 

  'Cause if my heart can't stop it, 

But from knowing she saved me and Ethan from it all I give her tons of respect for protecting us. Rumors spread and-

I find a way to block it, I go

Knowing that I'm still alive and still here today means a lot. I stand here with Ethan and a lot of Lyra's other family and friends dressed in all black. We stare at her closed coffin and all is numb and I can't hear a thing though I know that they're talking it's still hard to process. When it came for me to speak all I could say was, "She was like a baby sister to me." I can't think that.                      That she's gone. Afterwards, I put on my black shades as-