The door slammed open and I jumped where I sat on the bed.

Jaxon stormed right in but didn't look at me.

"Jaxon."

He walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I didn't hear the door lock, but I heard the shower turn on.

I sighed and laid back down.

'Whats wrong with me?'

I closed my eyes and listened to my breathing.

It past 5 minutes and I heard the water turn off. I open my eyes and saw black dots but then I got my vision back.

I sat up and watched the door.

Another five minutes past and I'm sitting here getting anxious.

I slowly got off the bed and made my way towards the door.

I placed my ear on the door and all I can hear is heavy breathing.

I was hesitant to speak, but instead I lifted my hand to the door knob and turned the handle slowly. I closed my eyes and I felt the knob release from the hole and I let out a relief sigh and I slowly push open the door. I open a crack and see him looking at himself in the mirror.

He didn't notice me so he continued to stare at himself.

His towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water ran down the curve of his define muscles, but I wasn't paying attention to that. I payed attention to his face.

His face showed pain and disgust. I looked in his eyes in the mirror and see them focus on his tattoos.

There's nothing with them but the beautiful designs, but the way he's looking at them seems like they are disgusting and don't belong on his body.

"Why?" He whispered.

I froze.

At first I thought he was talking to me, but he was talking to himself.

"Why did you do this?" He whispered as I stared at his eyes instead.

I was going to talk and walk in but he cut of that thought.

"Why hurt ma and me?" He whispered in hoarse voice.

I got confused real quick.

He leaned forward a bit and looked closer to his tattoos. I also leaned forward to where my forehead was resting on the door.

His hand shot up and traced one of the tattoo on his chest.

His finger glided across the define lines and stopped. I looked back at his face and it held anger.

His hand dropped and slammed down on counter.

I flinched but thank god I didn't move the door.

"Just wait till I find you cousin." He said while spitting out venom in his words. "I'll hurt you like your dad did to me and my ma."

I slowly backed away and closed the door lightly but I didn't held the knob down so you heard the door click.

My eyes grew big and my breathing hitched.

I let go of the handle and turned around and jumped on the bed. When my body hit the bed the door slammed open. My body bounced and I prayed he didn't see me bounce, but of course anything I want never comes true.

"What were you doing." His voice sounded calm but deadly at the same time.

I reposition myself and found myself staring at him with my elbows propped up and holding my weight and my knees bent, with my hair in a messy bun.

"N-nothing."

He eyed me weird and walked closer.

"You don't think I didn't see your head in that crack?"

My eyes shut and I left myself go limp and lay on the bed.

"I hoped you didn't." I murmur.

I felt the bed dip at the edge and peaked my eyes open and see his back to me with his head in his hands.

"And you heard what I said."

I stayed quiet and watched him.

He sighed and laid back. He laid right next to me with his eyes closed.

"You want to know why I got these tattoos?"

I didn't answer again because I was afraid if I say something he would snap again.

"I got these tattoos when I was a teenager. I don't know what grade, probably 8th- going into freshman year, don't remember, but they all have a meaning." He open his eyes and looked at me. I could never get rid of those blue eyes, so I stared deep into them.

"I got these to cover up scars from my past."

"Why cover them up?" I whispered.

He stared at me for awhile and turned his head and stared at the ceiling.

"My father use to beat me and my ma up. I was six when he started to beat my mom up for not cooking for him when he got home from work, or I should say, from the whores car. Well, he came home one day and I was in the living room playing with my hot wheels and my ma was watching some show while watching me. I remembered the whole thing. He walked in slamming the door open and marching towards my ma. I looked up at him and smiled. He didn't look at me, he was staring at my ma the whole time. She gave him a confused face and he marched towards where she was sitting at and gripped her cheeks and made her stand up. Her hand shot up to his wrist to pull his hand away from her face but he pulled her in and slammed his mouth on her. I was confused, because when ever my ma or pa kissed it was usually a peck. So see him slamming his lips on hers it freaked me out. I backed away from him and my ma and hid behind the couch. I peaked over and saw my ma pounding her hands on his chest but he was forcing her to kiss him. He picked her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. She was wearing a blue summer dress, so it rid up as she was trying to pull away. He had one hand holding her ass while the other was holding her neck. She pushed at his chest but still he didn't budge. When she stopped thrashing around and just gave him what he wanted, he pushed her off and she fell to the ground. He said 'go make me some dinner' as he had a smirk on his face and my ma was crying. She looked around till her eyes landing on mine and her eyes were pleading, but I didn't know what she was trying to tell me. But now if I look back at it, she was warning for me to leave. I stayed because I didn't know what she was doing, she got up slowly and glared at my pa with tears and walked in the kitchen. My pa, he looked around till his eyes landing on mine. I swear, I saw a monster in his eyes. And that's what he is.

A monster.

He walked up to me with a smile on his face and open up his arms. Me and pa always hugged when he came home so when he did that I ran to his arm. But that was a mistake I would never forget.

When I was close to his arm, his hand made a fist and he punched my eye when I ran towards him. I flew to the floor and my air got knocked out. I didn't care for the throbbing pain in my left eye, all I cared about was breathing.

You want to know the worst part of getting your air knocked out?"

He said while he looked at me.

"It feels like you're drowning and you are trying so hard to reach for air, but every time you gasp it feels like nothing came in. So that's how I felt. I gasped and gasped for air but I couldn't seem to get air. My father laughed at me and said,'I never really liked you. I was so mad that your ma didn't abort you like I said for her to do. So now I'm going to show you how much I hate you.'

I laid there on the ground clawing at the ground and still gasping for air. My mother rushed in and yelled at him. He looked at her and punched her to. She landed on the ground next to me, and she reached towards me. She gripped my arm and made me look at her. She said' breathing in and out slowly. Don't stop doing it.' So I listen and slowly I got my air back. I looked at my pa and see him laughing at me and my mother as he walked away up stairs. After that he would beat me everyday, then one day he came home with my uncle and they both smiled at me and my ma. They locked me and my ma in different rooms and I heard her scream in pain. I banged on the door and I guess I was like ten or twelve so I knew what they were doing to her. I would pound and pound, but what seem like hours they finally stopped and came to me. They both had whips in their hands and laughed. They locked the door and didn't wait to whip me. I had scars all over my back and chest, but not on my face. They never hit my ma's or my face. Because I would still go to school and she would still go to work. I got scars after that and me and my ma moved away when I was in my sophomore year. We moved from state to state so he won't find us and we ended up here.

So that's how I got my tattoos, to cover up my past." He said while sighing and closing his eyes.

I was speechless through out the whole thing, so I stayed there quiet. He sighed and open his eyes and got up and walked towards the closet while closing the door softly. Leaving me with my own thoughts.

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