Jun 03, 2010 03:07
Jack looked at the clock at his bedside before glacing at his wife. It was 11:32pm and she was reading beside him. Jack tried to read his own book to settle his brain before bed but it didn't seem to want to work tonight.
He placed down his book and waited for a moment before speaking, his head down and his voice quiet.
"I was ten when I left."
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"My parents house. I left when I was ten."
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"I couldn't stand the lack of attention...their attitude..." He shook his head. That just made him sound like a spoilt brat. He sighed and looked up at her, into her eyes, wishing her to look into his mind and take out the answer without him needing to process the memories in his head.
After a moment he looked away again, speaking low and full of emotion. "They always ignored me. I was just there to get the food or the condoms. I wasn't their son. I was their slave."
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"And that's when you went to live with your grandparents. What did they say about that?"
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He nodded at her statement, again thinking about his answer. But this time he spoke more casually and with a slightly chuckle.
"They were surprised to say the least, and impressed that I'd gotten from Chicago to St. Paul's on my own, but also angry with my parents for not treating me right." A small smile appeared on his lips remembering. "They came me the childhood my parents never did."
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"I'm so glad you had them to love you. You deserved to be loved."
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He moved closer so he could hug her. He wasn't usually so clingy but this was a difficult topic. Perhaos those shrinks were good for something after all.
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