Running, running, running

CHapter 9

Chapter 9

           

“Just like with everything else in my life once they had Jackson they handed him over to me to raise until the time came to hand him over to evil. I didn’t mind raising my little brother, he brought so much join and happiness into my life and when he was born the pack  and my parents stopped trying to kill me on a daily bases, sure I still got the daily beaten but it wasn’t as bad as it use to be. This time I was able to actually stay conscious after they beat me” They all got tense and madder at the way I said this as if it didn’t bother me at all. “After Jackson was born my parents powers started coming back too. They didn’t come back as strong as they use to be with angered my parents to the point that they did almost really kill me, till a pack member, not knowing why they were trying to kill me, reminded them that I was useful alive in raising their son. So at the last moment before I died, they brought me back.” While I am telling them our story I am showing no expression no emotion, while Jackson on the other hand is showing everything I should be showing but that I’m not.

           “When Jackson was 2 and a half and I was almost 10, our parents found out they were expecting another child again, another boy they were told. They couldn’t be happier another boy to offer evil when he came of age. I was happy too but not for the same reasons as my parents I was happy because I was going to have another brother who was going to love me like Jackson did and like we were going to love him.”

            “When Manuel was born my parents did the same thing as they did when Jackson was born, the minute he came home from the doctors they handed him over to me to raise, and just like with Jackson the beatings decreased a bit more. Now instead of getting beaten up everyday like before I only got it every other day, I mean sure I was still their slave and servant but at least they all understood that the boys where my main priority. This time it didn’t take them long before they were expecting again. Manuel was 7 months old when they found out they were expecting their 3rd boy. By this time Jackson was almost 4 I had started to notice that he wasn’t like other children.”

            “I started to notice that when ever I got a really bad beating he would be their with me and cry the tears I refused to cry, when ever I was sad that mom and dad didn’t love and that the pack hated me, he would be sadder than me and when he did something that really made me happy it seemed to make him happier still.”

“I also started to notice that when he got mad he tended to throw things around,” I paused to let everything I had said so far sink in before I continued. “But he did it without actually touching or being near the item in question.” As I said this they looked first at Jackson who just sat their holding my hand and looking at me with as much love as he can and then they looked at me like I was crazy.