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"JACK!! OH MY GOSH! WHAT
HAPPENED TO YOU?!" Sarah screamed, as she yanked my black sleeve, and pulled me into her house.

"P-Please don't worry Sarah, Mark and his friends came over, and things got a little out of hand." I said, rubbing the red spot on my hand.

"Those stupid kids! They need to treat you right! I need to talk to them! They're so mean!"

"They arnt stupid Sarah." I said, really quietly. Am I really defending the ones who just beat me up? What is wrong with you Jack?

"Jack, They beat you up! They are stupid meanie heads!" She sounded really hurt.

"I'm sorry! Please don't be mad at me!" I said, slightly flinching.

"What? Why would I hurt you? You arnt making any sense!" She said, taking a step back.

I looked at her again. This is Sarah, she is the best friend I have ever had! Well, the only friend besides Freddy. Why would she ever hurt me? What is wrong with you Jack? Why are you so scared? What are you so afraid of?

"I'm sorry Sarah. I don't know what got in to me." I said, slowly uncurling from the ball I put myself into.

"I know why." She said. I looked into her shiny green eyes.

"Why?"

"Your stupid brother! Jack, he has you so afraid that you cant take in a step in your house, without fear of fail, and then being hurt! Jack! He's your bully!"

"He has a reason to!" I snapped back in defense.

"Jack, no he doesn't!"

"Wouldn't you if your dad cares about your siblings, than you?

Would you if you didn't have a life other than three horrible people who dare you into beating the crap out of your brother?

Wouldn't you if the one person who loved you more than life its self died in front of your eyes? Wouldn't you had a brother like me?!"

I felt myself growing more and more angry with each rage filled letter spewing out of my mouth. My tongue started flicking faster and faster. It felt like there was a motor controlling my tongue, and it was 100% out of my control. It went faster and faster until it finally it stopped. It just sat there, wanting to keep talking, but it was being suffocated by the pitiful sobs, and screaming escaping my throat, and deep innards. I couldn't keep inside anymore. I've been holding it in for nearly seven years, Its just breaking me.

I quickly felt the warm embrace of very soft hands wrap me in a gigantic hug. I usually only feel this safe when im with Freddy. I just let her hug me.

"I'm so sorry, I really tried to help Jack, I don't know what I did wrong!" She said, then looked down to my crying eyes, while she looked in the background. Who's she talking to?

"Jack, you know none of those things are true. Your dad loves you, your mom loves you, I know deep down in their cold hearts, Mark, Andrew, Felix, and Ken all love you too. And most of all," She paused. I looked up into her eyes.

"I love you," She said softly, then kissed my forehead. I heard a groan bubble up from behind us. I turned around, and saw that my dad was standing there, with his back turned to us. His shoulders were shaking. Is he laughing at how pathetic I am. Gosh darn it, Why are you making fun of me? I started crying a little more, but still silent, Everything I had, is now laughing in my misery. I burred my head into Sarah's soft dress.

I kind of felt bad, I was getting tears all over her pretty dress. But she didn't say anything about it. She just kept running her fingers through my hair. Telling me things will be ok. I really hope that I can believe her. I really want to.

I looked over to him again. He wasn't laughing at all. He was crying. Sobbing even. His usually shimmering, blue icicles had turned into oceanic orbs filled to the brink with the crystallized water droplets dribbling out of his eyes, and shattering on the floor, causing a horrendous noise. But nothing compared to the sounds of my glass heart shattering. I just looked at his pained face, with his big, gentle hand tightly clasping his mouth, as if he was concealing the loudest scream ever been known to man. I just stared.

He let his mouth go, and then waked over to Sarah and I. He knelt down, and wrapped Sarah in a really big hug, and quietly said

"Thank you,"

Then he looked right into her eyes, and patted her shoulder. Then he looked over to me, grabbed me, and carried me out. With out one word more, we were out of the house, I was buckled into my booster seat, with my torn Freddy to keep me company, while dad leaned against the car door. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to see my dad break, and shatter because of me. I kept my face buried in Freddy's soft fur.

The car suddenly jerked in a very harsh manner, rocking from side to side. I screamed, and looked out the window. My dad's hand was bleeding! I looked again, and he struck the car once more. He was punching the car!

"DAD!" I shouted through my sobs. He hit it again, and again, and again. He wouldn't stop hitting our poor car!

"DAD!!" I cried louder, squeezing Freddy's little worn hand. He laid his fist harshly on it again, then tried to open the door, but he it where it opened, he punched in. He kept yanking on it, but then groaned really loudly, stormed over to the other side of the car, flung open the passenger side door, and climbed over the gear shift, then looked over to his shoulder, than merged into traffic, and sped home. Not a single utterance was shared between us, only silence as dead as I knew we both felt inside.

He flew into the garage, parked it, shut it off, turned to me in the back seat, ripped the seat belt off of me, then carried me. He was still sobbing. He picked me up, although he knew I could walk. He insisted that I be carried. He cried his handsome face into my soft black tee. He opened the door, and marched me upstairs, kicked open the door, where I saw Mark with tears streaming down his face, refusing to look up.

He put me down on his bed, which springs groaned underneath my weight.

He wiped his nose on his purple sleeve, then looked directly into our eyes. His icy eyes burned as hot as fire.

"You two, talk, now." He said, than pounded out of the room.

I shuddered, and looked over to the cold hearted person sitting next to me. I was shaking so hard that I was creating heat. I need to talk to this, even if his chill will put me out.

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