Chapter 55
"Fight."
Rochelle Quinn's POV:
- Warning: Mention of Rape and Child Sexual Abuse-
"Rocky, we need to talk." Mrs Jensen spoke, a sad glimmer in her eyes. She didn't have to say the words for me to know what it was about.
Fuck.
' This family is the only one who would take you. If they kick you out then you're going back to a home.'
"Please don't. Please, Mrs Jensen. Look I know...I know I'm a lot to handle and I'm a lot more fucked up than you first thought. But I'm trying, I swear I'm trying. I'll be good, I can be good. Please just give me another chance. Please, you're the best family I've ever been with." I begged, desperate for her to let me stay.
But she shook her head, refusing to look me in the eye.
I might not see Kenzie again.
"How long do I have? " I emptied my voice completely, acting emotionless.
I'm going to be separated from Alec and the others again.
"Miss Doyle will be here in half an hour." Mr Jensen spoke for his wife, placing his hand on the small of her back. She flinched. It was tiny, and almost unnoticeable but after spending 13 years in care, the littlest thing could be made so obvious within a moment.
"Alright."
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I dragged my bag down the stairs, leaving all the money, new clothes, MacBook and phone that I'd been given in my old room. I honestly felt so pathetic that I'd gotten attached to another family when everyone knows that no one wants a fucked up kid.
It's my own fault.
Stay out of trouble. Don't fight.
The two rules Jenny Doyle had asked me to listen to.
It's a shame I don't tend to listen to rules often.
I've stayed in this place longer than the last 3 foster homes combined.
I heard Jenny's calming voice and then a loud argument taking place in the main room. Leaving my bags near the front door, I went to check it out.
All the boys, including Kenzie, stood in front of their parents, shouting and screaming. Kace was making obscene hand gestures while his brothers were screaming about something I couldn't understand. Mrs Jensen stood calmly in front of the boys while her husband shouted back at them. Jenny was stood between them all, trying to push the boys away from their parents and calm them all down.
"You can't fucking make her leave." Kane shouted over his brothers, only irritating his father further.
"She's family now, you don't get rid of family." His twin screamed, making me suddenly realise why they were arguing.
The boys wanted me to stay.
They were fighting for me.
"She's too much trouble! Absolutely not!" The old rat argued back, his fists clenching as he glared at his sons.
"Mom, tell him. Please." Kade begged, his glance wavering as his mother ignored him.
"Now everyone calm down, let's settle this as adults." I smiled at Jenny's weak attempt to sort out the conflict.
"No!" Kenzie fumed, "Rocky isn't leaving. You don't get to decide everything, father." He spat the words, viciously.
"Rocky is more like family to me then you have been in my entire life. Or have you forgotten what it was like when I was younger?!" Kenzie reminded him, a dark emotion spiralling through his eyes. It suddenly dawned on me what he could be referencing but I tried to focus on the fire inside the boys eyes that I'd never seen before.
Mr Jensen's eyes turned then, going darker by the second that ticked by. Slowly yet quickly, he rose his fist and drew it back. Kenzie unwillingly flinched as he watched his father, but he didn't move back. Without hesitation, I moved in front of the fragile boy.
And Mr Jensen hit me.
Everyone could hear his fist make contact with my skin, and God could I feel it. I winced as my hand reflexively held my cheek, protecting it from any further hits.
Everything happened very quickly then.
Firstly, Mrs Jensen screamed.
And Jenny ran to me, holding my face into hers.
And the boys began shouting.
And Kenzie attacked his father.
Kenzie attacked his father.
Beating him senseless, until all his brothers struggled to pull him off. All the built up rage, all the built up anger came rushing out of him at that moment. He was fighting for his freedom, and his childhood, and me.
He was fighting for me.
But I knew then what had happened to Kenzie when he was just a child.
That rage wasn't triggered by a sudden experience.
It wasn't possible.
The rage he was showing was dangerous.
And he was scaring me
Keegan noticed before anyone else, studying me as my breathing quickened.
"Kenzie, you're scaring her." He ignored him.
"Kenzie," Keegan repeated louder, "You're scaring Rocky."
He froze at my name, glancing at me. His eyes caught mine and I saw the young child in there, aching for the memories stolen by his father. I saw a child desperate for help. Desperate for vengeance.
Desperate for comfort.
I nodded my head.
He stared down at his half conscious dad, and his frightened mom who lay gently over his body.
"You can hurt me, Dad, do whatever you want to me. " Kenzie spoke quietly, but loud enough so we could hear. "You can call me names. You can disown me. You can hit me. You can touch me. You can rape me." He swallowed and my breathing hitched. "But for the love of God if you ever hurt her again, I'll rip you apart with my bare hands."
Jenny gasped, clutching her mouth. She stared at Mr Jensen, "Rape?"
Kenzie's eyes widen and he looked back at me, the fear clouded his irises.
"It's okay, Kenz. I'm here." I soothed, my voice breaking.
My throat tightened, his broken expression revealed all of his pain and despair. Kenzie's body shook as he peered at his mother, her face solemn.
"Mom." His voice cracked and he took a few shaky breaths. "Something happened to me....At the boarding school."
My lips shook and I fought once again to keep the sobs quiet, I looked at all the brothers. They looked just as confused as their Mom.
"He hurt me, Mom." Kenzie sobbed, "He...He ra-raped me, and it hurt."
I ran to the broken boy and held him to me as he sobbed. His tears sent daggers into my black heart, and my tears kept coming as I looked at his Moms expression.
She looked conflicted.
Like she already knew.
"You knew, didn't you?"
She avoided eye contact with me, and if it wasn't for the boy holding onto me. I would've snapped her neck right there.
"No, not for definite." She swallowed nervously, "I got a phone call, from the school nurse when you were 9. She said that she found a lot of blood and...and... semen on your bed-cases. Your Dad was the Principal so I just told him to make sure you wasn't doing anything you shouldn't have been."
Dickhead.
"And you didn't realize that he could've been hurt?!" I asked in shock. She didn't answer me. In fact, she looked everywhere but at her son.
His brothers shared dark looks with one another, wrath and shock registering on their features. But one thing was clear- they all wanted blood for the pain their brother had been through.
"Who was it, Kenzie? Who hurt you?" Kade questioned shakily, asking the only question that could break an entire family apart in a second. The exact question that I was certain I knew the answer to.
I stared at the half conscious body of my foster father. Kenzie mumbled something completely inaudible.
His head lifted up, and his eyes locked with his parents.
Or more importantly, his father.
"Before you said that boys can't be raped." He breaths out, his voice breaking at the last word. "If boy's can't be raped, if people don't rape boys, then why did you rape me?"
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Most of you guessed it...How are the Jensen's going to react?
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Alaska.