Jamie

Jamie never likes it when her brother touched her. But she just wanted to feel useful. ONE SHOT.

WARNING: YES, THERE ARE SIGNS OF SEXUAL ASSUALTS AND INCEST. IF YOU ARE DIGUSTED, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING.

Jamie

Jamie was a bright little ten years old. She got all the golden stars in her class, and always did her homework first thing when she got home.

A few months earlier, Jamie used to come home with her parents yelling everyday and her brother would always shield her from trouble.

One day, When Jamie was waving goodbye to her friends, she came home and saw her father take a knife and try to hurt her mother.

Her mother was bleeding very badly.

Of course, Jamie knew what this meant and she started to turn away right when her father was coming towards her.

When Jamie was cornered, her brother suddenly snatched her away and ran out of the door before throwing a vase at their father.

Afterwards, the cars with red and blue lights came. Her brother was crying into Jamie’s hair, and she in return, clutched his blue rain jacket.

The next day, her mother died.

The next day, her father was sent away for a very long time.

Her eighteen year old brother would have to take care of her while working on a poor, poor salary.

Her brother couldn’t go to collage.

“Do you want me to go away?”

Jamie was eleven, her brother was nineteen.

Her brother looked up form his paperwork, sleeves rolled up and glasses hung low. His hair was oily and a cigarette was poised in his mouth.

She watched her brother pour a lot of sugar into his coffee.

He’s been dumping a lot of sugar in his coffee lately.

“What for?”

Jamie looked down to her feet. She now goes straight home after school, the new toys she used to have, become old and grey.

“Then you don’t have to work so hard…and! You haven’t gone to school…and…”

Her brother smiled and motioned Jamie over. The girl then wobbled over and leaned into his arms.

“Its okay, Jamie, I just don’t trust anyone out there…not anymore. I don’t want anyone touching you.”

Jamie just closed her eyes and inhaled the familiar scent of cigarettes and tangerines.

She felt her brother circle his hand on her back.

“No…I don’t trust anyone.”

Its a few months later.

Jamie’s brother comes home later now; his body reeks of smoke and alcohol. Men come in, now too.

Jamie sees her brother hands them a bag full of leaves.

Jamie doesn’t understand why they would pay her brother so much for leaves.

He still pours a lot of sugar in his coffee. Jamie now thinks it’s unhealthy.

Sometimes Jamie even sees her brother sniff the sugar into his nose.

But that doesn’t matter, things are better now.

…Right?

SHE COULD HAVE GONE TO AN ORPAHNAGE.

Jamie gasped, her cheeks were now flushed and she tried to bite her lip down.

Her brother was on top of her, his pants to his knees and his chapped lips on her stomach.

JAMIE HATED THIS PART.

Jamie screamed, but was suppressed by her brother’s rough hand on her mouth.

She heard him grunt and felt her insides turn and a wetness stain on her legs.

BUT SHE LOVED HER BROTHER. SHE WANTS TO HELP HIM.

Jamie felt her brother push her down roughly on the couch. His crotch arched towards her.

She moaned and heard a gasp before she felt the weight lift off of her.

JAMIE WANTS TO HELP HER BROTHER.

Jamie then let her body slack and fell to the floor.

Both her mind and her dress stained.

JAMIE DOESN’T WANT TO FEEL USELESS.

“You want to help, Jamie?”

Jamie cries now, she runs into the bathroom so that her brother doesn’t see her tears.

“Yes! I want to help! You know, I’m good at numbers! My teacher says I’m getting good at math!”

Jamie scrubs her body until it turns red. But the sticky feeling doesn’t go away.

“Pull up your dress and take off your underwear Jamie.”

Jamie sinks to her knees and places her forehead on the tile.

“…Suck it?”

“Yes Jamie. I want you to-“

Jamie gets up.

She combs her hair with her fingers before reaching into her skirt and tank top. She grabs her new, cotton jacket that her brother bought her.

She put on her new shiny black shoes that her brother got her.

She takes her new, red backpack that her brother got her.

Jamie has so many new things now.

All because her brother bought them for her.

All for her.

Jamie winces as she bends her back; she got a bruise there from when her brother slammed her against the wall.

She has a scratch across her belly from when her brother scratched her.

Her lips are now swollen and bruised from the countless times she bit her lip.

Jamie’s brother never kissed her, Jamie never asked why.

She didn’t want to know.

It’s daytime, the sun is shining among the rhythmic clouds.

Many kids are laughing and running around. Jamie walks through all of them, silent and sustained in solitude.

“Jamie! Could you read the next paragraph, please?”

“Yes, Mr. Hanks.”

Jamie’s teacher smiles, his eyes crinkle and he motions for the book.

Jamie likes Mr. Hanks’ smile. It’s calming.

“And so, Pandora opened the box, letting out all the evil into the world. However, one thing stayed behind, one light- Hope.”

She looks up at Mr. Hanks, who smiles.

“Beautiful.”

Jamie smiles.

It’s after school, and Jamie stays behind to help put the chairs on the desk.

SHE’S SCARED TO GO HOME.

“Thank you, Jamie.” Her teacher says and he looks down.

“Is there something wrong, Mr. Hanks?” Jamie asks.

STALL FOR TIME, YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO HOME YET.

“Ah, nothing, I just have to work with these numbers. Taxes, you know? Oh, wait you don’t.”

He laughs.

She does too.

DON’T MAKE HER GO HOME. PLEASE, DON’T.

“You know, I’m good at numbers! My old teacher said that I was getting good at-“

“Pull down your dress and take off your underwear, Jamie.”

“And…I…”

“Jamie?”

“You want to help, Jamie?”

“I can help! I really can!”

“What-what are you doing?”

“Suck it?”

“Jamie!!! What are you doing?!”

“I am useful!!! My brother said so!!!”

“Yes, Jamie. I want you to-“

“Jamie!!! What in the name of God?!”

She stands there, her underwear to her ankles and her dress up in her hands.

She’s now on her knees, she tries to unfasten Mr. Hank’s belt.

“I can help…please. I can help! Please…brother…don’t send me away…”

Mr. Hanks carefully pulls away from Jamie’s hands. His eyes lower and he clutches his fist.

“Jamie…”

She trembles.

“Please!!! Don’t…brother…don’t trust anyone. Don’t want them touching me…don’t trust them.”

“Jamie…”

“Don’t send me away, don’t trust anyone, help…father.”

SHE’S JUST A KID FOR GOD’S SAKE.

HELP HER, SOMEONE PLEASE.

Help this child.

The next day, Jamie is crying as the people in blue hold her back.

Her brother let’s a low, understanding smile as the people lead him away.

He’s dressed in white; he’s going away with the people dressed in white.

“Could I…could I get a few seconds? I won’t touch her…after all.”

The brother motions to the white suit that ties his arms around to his back.

He leans down, his face holding that smile Jamie loved, eventually hated so much.

“It’ll be okay Jamie. Those bastards don’t understand. I was just trying to protect you, that no one should touch you. Jamie. Its okay, Jamie, trust no one, yeah. Trust no one. ”

The people behind him yank him upwards; he gives Jamie a nonchalant grin.

“Trust no one, yeah.”

Jamie starts to bawl now she wrings her hand into her grey dress and looks up as her brother gets into the white van.

Her, dressed in grey, him, dressed in white.

He looks over his shoulder before getting pushed into the van, let’s out one last message for his stained sister.

“I’ll see you later.”

The doors slam shut and the vans drive off.

It was then that the grey clouds parted and a light shone into the shaded world that would always be haunted by the evils of the imaginary box that let them out.

What if Hopes’ not enough?