Thread: RP: SPLIT : ONLY HUMAN [ Horror_Show & randomname98766789 ]

Jennifer felt her breaths become harder, her throat tightening, more saliva being produced made her gulp. She didnt scream, or cry out, not verbally. Even when her adoptive mother was thrown down the stairs, one of the last steps making her head bust open. She didnt dare move. Kevins had a death grip, firmly on each of her upper arms, her skin exposed because she was just in a tee. His words, his tone of voice which was a combination of comfort and promise wrung in her ears. His hot breath tickled her ear. He had leaned down, easily crouched on the stairs as he whispered into her ear. You and I will be together soon. I have missed you and thought about you every day. You belong to me. I will save you from these people. I will save you from this world. Her exhale quivered as he let go to get charged and attached by her adoptive father. John had let a sharp shard of glass make a laceration against the assailants forehead. She covered her mouth, trying to control her breathing as silent tears made rivers down her cheeks. John was sent toppling back to the ground. Jennifer got one last wink, a gesture out of place, sealing the promise before he took off sprinting. Jennifer pushed up, climbed down the last few steps, stepping over her mother and running outside just enough to see him disappear down a few horses, jumping a fence. He was perfect shape his running was fast and he was athletic. She stood outside, shaken but more stunned than any other emotion. The police and ambulances was rushing down the street, flashing colored lights shining brightly. A paramedic came to the young girls aid but she just motioned for them to go inside, the one stayed with her as others quickly went inside to help her adoptive parents. A blanket was thrown around the girl once she was visibly checked over for any injuries. They were all taken to the hospital. Later that night Jennifer sat on a hospital bed crossed legged. Even though she had no psychical injuries other than bruising on her arms, she had been admitted to have her mental state and asthma monitored. Her mother had to have stitches, and her father had some broken ribs and a few cuts. They had pressed charges on Kevin Windle Crumb, but Jennifer refused to do so herself. Her father was furious, trying not to yell at her, trying to get her reasoning. All she said was if both her parents had restraining orders, there wasnt any need for an unnecessary third. She was of age she was nineteen and therefore was legally able to make her own decisions. She also had lied, when asked if Kevin had said anything directly to her, anything alarming. She should have informed the police and hospital staff that Kevin and her would be together soon, that she belonged to him, that she would save her from everybody. Those were dangerous promises. Her mind was in too much shock from meeting the man who had conceived her. She had no idea any more than that. Her parents had never told her a damn thing other than she was adopted and her mother had died giving birth, which also was a lie. She had heard her father threaten to take his psychologist to court, suing her. He had even called his lawyer at midnight. Hours later, they had all been discharged from the hospital, the small family a sheer mess, torn apart. Rachel hadnt left Jennifers side since she could be with her. Once they had gotten home, police were stationed outside of the house. Rachael had gone up with Jennifer to get ready for bed. Jennifer was so exhausted, she didnt even change out of her leggings and tee, leaving on her hospital bracelet. Her mother crawled in bed with her, holding her. John was to worried and furious to sleep, so he left his wife and child to rest while he kept watch. Baby are you ok? Rachel asked, pulling the covers over them, asking such a question when she was the one with stitches and a minor concussion. Yeah. Jennifer mumbled, her back to her mother, as her mother held her tight, ruffling her hair as they watched one of her lights project different colored stars on the wall. Hes a very sick manwe kept him away to protect you. He shouldnt have tried to make contact. Your father is thinking about having us move if he can transfer, this is an emergency so they will probably do him that favor. He can do business trips up here. Her mother said, Jennifer stayed quiet. Why is he sick, what didnt you tell me? She purposely didnt mention she had seen him several times at the zoo while growing up. Her mother sounded like she was trying to hide her own emotions, her fear for her daughter and empathy for the whole situation. Hes sick Jenvery very sick. His mother abused him brutally, he formed some sort of mental illness, she said not knowing which one, they hadnt let the doctor get that far into conversation when she made contact, He raped his mother, and thats how. you were conceived. She cried, burying her head into her daughters back. Jennifer stayed still, not moving, not crying, she stayed focus on the different colored lights absorbing the horrifying taboo truth of her past. She was a child conceived of incest. She had been giving breathing treatment so her airways were very open and she just took slow silent breaths. She let her mother pull her as close as possible. Silence was the best thing as her thoughts spiraled into one another as she fell asleep.