Defenseless

First day of school

I felt as alone as I have been for the past 5 years of my life. My mother left my little brother and I exactly five years ago, I know because she left on my birthday. My mother and stepfather had gotten into a humongous fight on my thirteenth birthday. My little brother Jason was only nine at the time, his birthday is one month after mine, all I remember at that time was my stepfather had beat my mother for the third time in one day. He beat her at least once every day. This was completely confusing to me because even though he beat her 24/7 she never left his side and it’s not like he threatened to kill us if she did. I guess all she wanted was to be loved by a man since her father also beat her as a child. Still doesn’t make sense though. My mother left while everyone was asleep. She didn’t leave a note or picture for us to keep of her, she took all of her clothes and belongings even my money that I had saved up from relatives sending me them for my birthday. She just took off without warning.  I’m 17 now, Jason 14. I work hard to keep my grades up, take care of my little brother, and work part-time at McDonalds.
“JASON! GET UP WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!!” I yelled while trying to get his breakfast ready and put my makeup on.
“JAAAASSSSOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“CAAAMMMEEERRROOONNNN!!!!!” He yelled back as he walked down the stairs.
“AWWWW look at my lil sis she’s all dolled up!” I cooed.
“A. I’m a guy. B. I know I look yummy.”
“Your soooo weirrrrd”
“Let’s go… look at you only having one eyelash done.”
“Well I’m sorry it’s just someone decided to take an extra 30 minutes in the shower causing me to put on makeup late.”
“Whatever… let’s just goo already!!!!!!!!!!”
“Fine…”
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Once we arrived to school I immediately looked at my friends giving off the signal.
“Shit…” Jason muttered as all my friends, including me, grabbed his cheeks and rubbed his head as we yelled in unison: “AW! Look at the wittle babyyyyyy!!!!!”
“Thanks guys you have now ruined my freshman year, there is no point in trying to get a job now so I shall become a hobo…”
“You already are.” Said my best friend Kaprell.
“Get back on your pole Kaprell, Just go” said Athena my other bestie. They both knew about my situation but my other friends didn’t.
“You know what bit-“Kaprell yelled but I interrupted.
“Well though this convo seems juicy I’m going to go help my little bro, here, find his classes.”
“You think he’ll be home early?” asked Jason with a worried look as we walked down the hall towards his first hour.
“Well today’s Tuesday so no.” I replied with a smile.
We walked the halls in silence. My stepfather, Levi, beats me most of the time that’s why I have all the bruises on my arms and legs. He doesn’t hit Jason because I take the blame for whatever my brother does wrong. Jason is the only person whom shares this pain that I have. He comforts me and I comfort him.
“Here’s your class.”
“Thanks,”
“Alright well I’ll meet you at home kay?” I gave him a smile and walked away turned to look at him and yelled; “BUS SEVENTEEN DON’T FORGET!”
He ran as fast as he could to give me a hug. “Cameron, be careful once you come home because I don’t think dad’s going to be happy about you not making food...” Yes there’s the big secret Jason the only person I love the most out of everyone in the world is the son of my mother and his father, aka my stepdad.
“It’ll be fine I’ll come home as soon as my shift is over.” I explained as I was prying him of me.
“Now get to class, you’re going to be late.”
“Alright but please don’t be late.”
“GOOOOOO!”
My first hour was lame I had no friends in there. GRRRR. My second hour was fine I at least had Megan in there, she was one of my friend’s friends, and it was fun hanging out with each other for a little bit. After fourth hour during lunch we, Kaprell, Athena, Austin( or striper as we call him), and I, pretty much just talked about how awful it was that we didn’t have enough classes so far. Throughout the whole day, until sixth hour, I had no friends in my classes.
As I entered sixth hour I looked around for any signs of my friends “Nope no stripers or hoes in here.” I sighed.
“Well you’re just not looking hard enough.” Said a deep yet sweet voice.
I turned around blushing because I was hoping no one heard what I had said. “Heh heh heh…” I laughed awkwardly while walking to a seat in the back hoping he wouldn’t see me blush. He followed me to the seat next to where I was sitting and plopped down with one foot out as if he were trying to trip someone.
“Huh finally I get to sit by someone I’ve been stalking all day.”
“What?” I asked with a chuckle.
“I’m in most of your classes and you don’t know who I am! I am offended!”
“uhhmm sorry I don’t remember you…”
“I’m the new kid, Alex.”
“Alex, Alex…. oh yea I remember now you’re the kid who screamed out ’HOOPLAH!’ when the teacher called roll.” I smiled as I remembered how he went cross eyed to add affect.
“Ha…yea... and you’re the cute girl who snorted while laughing at my stupidity.” He said with a smirk.
He had long black hair with green eyes that seemed to be exploding with different types of colorful green fireworks. He was tall...very tall and had a cute smirk.

I walked in the front door of my house. I sighed as I looked at the clock. Eight o’clock. Well great now I get to cook for stepfather unless he already ate. I didn’t hear my name called so I ran up the stairs and into my room. What the hell… I could’ve sworn I didn’t leave my drawers open.
“CAMERON!” yelled my stepfather.
“Yes?”
“Get down here.”
“What did I do wrong this time?”
“What did you do wrong thiss time?” He held the‘s’ a bit longer than usual making him sound like a snake.
I looked down before he had the chance to slap me. I knew it just made him angrier but if he wanted to hit me he would have to do it below the chest so it’s easier to cover up. His slaps don’t just leave a little red mark. They leave a big swollen purple bruise. I found this out when I forgot to wash his work clothes, I had to tell everyone at school how I had “fallen down the stairs”.
“Listen, just make dinner and I won’t hurt you.”
What? He never lets me of the hook. He would always love beating me.
“Okay.”
I walked into the kitchen and started to make some breaded chicken with a salad on the side. Wow well this is a first I never expected this… especially knowing joey and his temper. He is 32 and I’m not going to lie but he is good looking. But I hate him so much I wish he’d just drop dead.
I felt arms wrap around my waist for a second I thought it was Jason but then I noticed the arms were longer and much stronger. I turned around to see joey smirking. He looked drunk; it’s only been thirty minutes since he told me to make dinner.  Of course all he wants now days is to get drunk.
“Joey what are you doing?” I never called joey stepdad mostly because I didn’t consider him one.
“I…m just want to hol’ you.”
“Joey you’re drunk,”
“No I’m not…” he had to hold on to the counter since I stepped away from him.
“Yes you are… why don’t you go sit down on the couch.”
“I WANT MY FOOD!” I wanted to laugh at this moment because he sounded like a five year old.
“Okay, it’s almost done so you should go sit down.”
“You’re worthless you know that righ’? That’s why your mother left you here.”
“Joey just go sit down please I promise your foods going to be done.”
“Whatever.” He mumbled as he went into the living.
I felt the tears sting in my eyes. He would always get this way when he was drunk but he would never go as far as to tell me that my mother left me here for a reason.
I handed him his food and headed up stairs.
I have soooo much homework and it’s only the first day of school. I had those lame essays over what I did during the summer. Stuff. I did stuff. What type of stuff? Arrggghhh I hate homework. “What the hell.” My drawers to my panties and bras were open. I walked to the drawers and noticed two of my bras were missing and one of my underwear was missing. “Who the heck?”
I ran downstairs screaming; “WHO THE HELL TOUCHED MY UNDERWEAR!”
Slap. I was laying on the floor with one hand on my cheek.
“WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE RUNNING AROUND SCREAMING ABOUT YOUR DAMN UNDIES!
“I was just asking a simple question.” It came out more of a mutter than a real sentence.
“THIS IS MY HOUSE! YOU CAN’T YELL IN SOMEONE ELSE’S HOME!”
I looked down hoping to survive after my little rage. “I’m sorry…”
“WHAT!”
“I’M SORRY!” Now I was really crying. He picked me up from my hair and pushed me up against the wall. He got so close to my face I could smell all the things he drank today. Alcohol.
“Damn right you’re sorry.” He whispered close to my lips.
He pulled up my shirt touching my stomach as if massaging me it felt different it felt… sexual. I hate him. How dare- my thoughts were interrupted as he punched me in my abdomen. I don’t know how long it lasted for because I blacked out after the nose bleed.