Chapter 2 Saterday part 1

Saterday was like any other. Since Jacob had started working at the same hospital as I, we spent much more time together.

At two in the afternoon, we wrapped up our work and walked out of the hospital hand in hand. It was a sunny December afternoon. The sun was blazing,the air was still and the humidity could be seen wafting up from the ground. They walked to the bus stop. Today was saterday, it meant he would go to the Daniels household to spend time with Sarah under much scrutiny from her evil mother and sister, but he felt it was worth it. Sarah was indeed his high school sweetheart, he had only eyes for her or does he? . He was consumed by her love for him,Sarah always thought.

The bus ride home was like any other. We talked about work,our lives together, most importantly what we are going to do on our day off together.

We jumped off the bus, outside the long dreadful driveway of the Daniels' house. Jacob was surprised, parked at the end of the driveway was his stepfathers old broken down white Jetta. It was so run down, you could remould it into a trash can, easily. Just behind that was his elder sister and her husbands white Renault Stepaway. After they had children, her husband was forced to sell his chick magnet of a car and get a family car. She was somewhat a control freak, just like Jacob, she had never completed high school,she was good at cooking, cleaning and babysitting. I always wondered how an uneducated woman would call the shots for her educated husband. I assume that is what most people would call petticoat government.

We looked at each other confused. And then it dawned on me. The realization of last weeks interrogation by the evil members of my family. There is always a calm before the storm. How could I not have seen their cruel plan from the beginning. I was still niave, innocent and still chose to find the good in people even if there wasn't any.

Numbness crept into my bones as we stepped into the old but well maintained house. I could feel the stares from everyone in the room, the attention was on us. The colour drained from my little brown face making me look even like I was suffering from a blood disorder, whilst my heart was pounding in my chest with nervousness. My mouth suddenly felt dry and my chest was now tightening. I slowly gasped for air. I felt as if I was drowning. I was sinking into a deep dark hole. Jacob nudged me and I quickly returned to reality. The sad sick reality.

The anger, hurt and hatred brewed within me. I decided to stay silent for I knew from my past experiences, talking the truth or any feelings would get me into a place no human should go. A place where even the strongest could not survive the emotional abuse without being scarred. Scarring in my soul, something I didn't know would stay would me until my last breath.

The lounge was a fair size. It accommodated a two seater,three seater and a one seater gold couch with brownoak, wooden trimmings.The walls were gloss white with a black tv stand on the far left. It held up a 50 inch samsung flat screen, the latest hifi set with surround sound speakers. This was new appliances bought by Mr Daniel on insistence of his wife. He loved her so much, he gave without much thought. In the centre of the room stood a black coffee table which now had some snacks and tea. The lounge had a large arch opposite to the front doorway which lead to a moderate sized, dinning room. The layout of this home was odd, with rooms on either side of the house. The kitchen at the end of the house, with my bedroom next to it, whilst down the passage on the opposite side of the house was two bedrooms and a bathroom.

My parents shared the room next to the bathroom while my brother Nash occupied the room next to them. I still don't know why I even say my parents, when It feels as if I have a step mother and a helpless father that is so gullible to believe their stories.Some days I just wish I could sit him down and tell him what the hell is going on, in my life, in his life, but then there's so much that happens in front of his eyes that he doesnt even register it.

Jacob's mother and step father were seated on the two seater couch on the right. Carey-anne, Jacob's sister, and her husband Michael were seated on the three seater couch, both of their eyebrows were knitted with concern. The awkwardness drifted in the air like invisible fog.

*Background on the Davis and White family*

Bradley was an architect and builder by profession. Not quite sure if he was even an educated architect or a back door architect. He was talented but lazy. He was married to Priscilline Davis and they had four children who was much older than Jacob and Carry-anne. There was Matt, married with three children, who did alot of underhand work, work that would leave you in jail, should you he caught. He was also a playboy,picking up school girls, because he liked them young and tight. Gosh, this family was something. He has a lovely wife but he just could not keep it in his pants. There was Kaden, married and divorced with one son. He loved woman and s** which lead to his divorce. He also was a person that did a lot of illegal practices. Lindel was married with six children, two boys, three girls and a mixed gender baby. She had decided her child would make the decision when he or she became of age. And lastly their was the crooked pastor Keith, married with sixteen children and still counting as they did not believe in contraception. Mrs White had kicked Jacobs dad out when Jacob was seven years old.He was believed to be a drunk, how far true this is, no one knows as she was in a relationship with Mr Davis at the time. Jacob was too young to remember. Mr Davis and Mrs White leave their respective spouses and build a family of their own. They have two more children together, Brady and Donna. Bradley does not like Jacob and never treated him as a son. Whilst his mother stayed silent through all the abuse he endured from his stepfather, she was only interested in the money Jacob could contribute to their household. She also turned a blind eye because of her sexual urges being fulfilled by her husband. Her son could probably be dying on the floor from the physical abuse, Mrs Daniel's would rather take her man to the bedroom and give him a good time. This was one of his reasons he became a drop out. He was like a misfit child and I always wondered if this would affect his capacity of becoming a family man. His step siblings emotionally and physically abused him, he was their punching bag. His mother played deaf and blind to the sins played out on him. Basically in a nutshell, this family was a sinking ship just like mine.