Part 2
### Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Jackson Peter discovered the boogeyman is a real person at 8 years old. He was abducted. He was missing for nearly 3 years. His uncle Raymond stole him out from his bedroom in the middle of the night a hid him in a makeshift bunker in his backyard. Jackson was found after Raymon took him to a park. A mother of three spotted him and questioned what his name was. He told her and she called the police immediately.
Ever since he was taken everything changed. His parent had a new baby girl and new cars. Jackson grew up angry, he turned to drugs, girls, and violence.
His parents decide that moving to a new state will give them a chance for a new beginning. Except nothing is new, other than the atmosphere. That is until school begins and he sets his eyes upon Nadia Summers.
Nothing will ever be the same after he meets her. Nadia picks up the pieces that are Jackson and sticks him back together. And Jackson makes her whole.
Broken souls always find each other.
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Chapter 1
POV: Jackson
I've been seeing the same therapist for 5 years. I see Mr. Harris every Tuesday at 4:00 P.M. on the dot. Now I don't. I'm in a new state, school, house, and therapy center.
My parents, Todd and Elizabeth decided that our "family" needed a new beginning. So, they dragged me and my little sister Charlotte, who I call Charlie, from Boise, Idaho to Portland, Oregon.
A new area sets me on edge. I immediately scan the area of our new house. 487 is our house number. The house is a light washed out blue with stairs leading to the front door.
Count 1..2..3..4..5... My mind is clear as I let out a deep breath. It's just a new house, no big deal.
I push my hair back and dig in my pockets for my pack of Marlboro cigarettes. Mom is disgusted by the smell of them.
My parents also despise the tattoos on my arms and hand. The only thing that mom loves about my appearance is my green eyes and freckles.
The air is different there, back where we used to live. I would never call anywhere home because it's just simply not.
We've been carrying boxes into the house for hours. I'm extremely exhausted, but I know it's going to take me a while to feel good enough to sleep here. I have to get used to a place before I feel safe enough to sleep anywhere.
The moving truck has just left so, it's up to us to bring everything else that's outside, inside. The movers set all the furniture that they brought into the house in the correct places and boxes in the correct rooms.
My parent's and sister's rooms are upstairs and mine is in the basement, which I'm very glad about. It will be easy to get in and out without anyone knowing, not that I care because I would leave anyway. I would just be able to leave without anyone on my ass.
The sun is setting and the night is coming quickly. I blow out smoke from my cigarette and rest my back against the house.
"Where do you even get those things, you're 16?" Mom sighs wiping her sweaty palms against her blue jeans. It's called a fake ID.
I just roll my eyes and continue smoking. She's tried taking my smokes away a million times and I think she's finally given up.
"That's the last box," dad yells and carries it into the open garage.
Charlie has been playing with her chalk since we unloaded the first box. She's probably hungry. Mom needs to get on that before she has bony children.
"Pizza?" I blankly ask mom. She gives me a nod and I pull out my phone to order pizza. I grab out a wad of cash and wait for the delivery man.
After pizza and putting all my shit away I lay on my bed. It's a pretty big basement. There a tv room, a laundry room, a bathroom, and my room.
The walls of my room are blue with a tiny window showing grass and the street. My bed and nightstand are pushed to the side of the room, giving the illusion that my room is bigger.
School starts tomorrow and I have to go early to get my schedule, and by early I mean late because early isn't possible with me. Maybe if you switch my clocks up, but mom says maybe means no.
I reach into my nightstand and pull out my stash of Xanax pills. Life is always better with drugs. Mom would bust my balls if she found out though.
Before I can even take some Charlie breaks through my door with a hand full of barbies clutched in her fist. Shit, I thought I locked the door. I quickly slip the stash into the pocket of my jeans.
"Jack, play barbies with me!" She yells jumping onto my bed. I only allow her to call me Jack. Not even my parents can get away with calling me that shit.
"Not now Charlie," I huff closing my eyes.
"Please, Jack?" She whines waving the dolls in my face. Charlie is my only weakness.
"Fine, but not for long because you need to go to bed," I sigh, taking a barbie out of her hand.
Thank god this family has Charlie or, we wouldn't be a family. The day I was found by the police was the best day of my life. Freedom was again a thing and I could see my mom and dad. I was found on August 15th, 2015.
Charlie was barely 2 months old. Mom and dad had already restarted. I got a lot of attention at first from the media and my family. I did interviews and I was on the news. Raymond Floyd, my uncle was convicted and got 71 years in prison.
Mom was shocked that her brother had kidnapped her child. Raymond took me out of my bed through the window as I was sleeping. At first, I didn't register anything that was going on. Until he began pushing me in the trunk of his car. I kicked and fought back, but it wasn't enough I was abducted .
My birthday is November 1st and I was taken November 2nd, 2012 around 11:00 P.M. My mom discovered I was missing in the morning, November 3rd, 2011. Little did she know her crazy-ass brother had taken her kid.
I was held in a bunker in his backyard for 3 years until one day Raymond took me to the park. I played on the playground and watched as he walked away for a phone call. I played with 3 children on the playground until their mother looked at me with a pale face. She simply asked me what my name was and as soon as I said Jackson Peter she called the police. The cops showed up fast and I spaced out after that. My vision blurred as I watched Raymond get tackled.
Free physically, but mentally trapped.
I shiver just thinking about what happened. I've blocked out a lot of things.
Just as Charlie leaves the room I pop two Xanax's. It's the only way I'm going to be able to sleep tonight.
A knock at my door causes me to jump. Mom peaks her head in. "Hey, I just wanted to say goodnight. You have school tomorrow so, get up at 6 to get ready. And dad is giving you his old Volvo P1800, let's count that was an early birthday gift."
"Thanks," is all I say. She smiles wildly as I remain cool as a cucumber.
"Really, no emotion?" She asks with a frown. I shrug and she leaves. I do like the car, but it's hard to muster up anything to say other than thanks.
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### Chapter 2: Chapter 2
It's getting later and later as I lay on the warm grass staring into space, literally. Summer has officially ended and school starts tomorrow. I'm going to be a Junior in high school.
Summer consisted of cheer, church, my birthday, and way too many long nights. I switch from house to house every two days. My parents divorced when I was 10.
My mom divorced my dad when I was little and got married to her boyfriend Richard, that she had an affair with. They had a kid together, now 3-year-old William. Rich (Richard), mom's now-husband already had two kids, 16-year-old Kimberly and 17-year-old Henry.
Dad on the other hand lives alone, but Fred stays the night a lot. I love staying at dad's house it's more home than mom's perfect house. Dad and I watch movies and play card games with his friends until 3:00 A.M. Dad's friends are Rick, James, and Fred.
"Come inside Nadia, you have school tomorrow," mom yells from the back patio. I sigh and quickly and pull myself up. "And your hair is a mess." She says pointing to my dirty blonde hair.
"It's called a messy bun for a reason," I explain walking past her into the huge mansion she calls home. My room is on the other end of the house on the top floor next to Kim's.
Kim is an absolute bitch. She is the typical prissy, stuck up, do-gooder. We are both on the high school cheer team. She's the cheer captain and thinks that she is the boss of me in school and out. Kim wears her brown hair in an obnoxiously tight ponytail all the time. Mom adores her.
My room at my mom's is pretty barren. My queen size bed sits in the middle of the room with nightstands and dressers on the side. The only cool part is the bay window.
I have to be at school extra early to welcome everyone back in my cheer uniform. And the next day is there is going to be a huge assembly.
I hate being a cheerleader, but mom would disown me if I quit. Me and my mom, Jennifer have a toxic relationship. We argue and fight like we are mortal enemies. And honestly, I couldn't careless to fix things.
I've thrown up 3 times today. I always get nervous before the first day of school, it's annual. I usually don't eat anything before the first day of school, just so I don't puke up breakfast.
The only thing that relieves me is that I get to see Abby and Emma. Those are my best friends. They are both on the track team so, we all go early on Mondays and Thursdays to school.
My phone starts ringing next to me in bed. The screen reads "Dad". Dad has always been my prince charming. He knows exactly how I feel without me saying anything. He'd do anything to cheer me up, even if he has to dress up and play princess with me.
When he and mom divorced he was broken. He picked up fragments of himself throughout the years, but he will forever be missing a piece of himself. And that piece is my mother.
"Hey bug, I wanted to wish you good luck for tomorrow." His voice soothes me over the phone.
"Thanks, I'd be better if I was home," I speak truthfully, dad would be way more helpful than mom.
"I know, but your mother likes it when you're at hers on days like these." It's true. She's controlling like that.
"Yeah, for no reason at all." Mom knows how to make things go her way. She's a huge manipulator.
"Okay, try to get some sleep bug." Sleep is good when I don't have nightmares.
"Night." I end the call and slip my headphones in my ear. Classical music usually soothes me before bed.
I wake up, sweat covering my forehead and tears streaming down my face. I get nightmares every night. Their different most of the time. Tonight's nightmare was that me and dad got into a car accident.
I do what I do every night. I wipe my face and close my eyes until I fall asleep again. I started getting nightmares when I was five. There's no real reason why I have them, I just do.
Usually, I get one nightmare, I wake up and fall back asleep and I'm fine. Other nights I have multiple nightmares.
I used to sleep in my parent's room every night until they got divorced. Then I started sleeping on my dad's bedroom floor. It gave me comfort knowing my knight and shining armor was near.
I can get peaceful sleep during the day, but someone or something always stops me. I usually take sleeping pills, but induced sleep always makes the dream worse. But sleep is sleep.
The alarm on my phone sounds loudly next to me waking me up. My eyes hurt from the lack of sleep. I quickly push back my hair and collect my clothes. My feet pad across the floor and to the bathroom that I share with Kim. I always have to get up earlier than her to have bathroom time.
The scolding hot water hits my back and I hiss in pain. I lather my body with soap and body wash. And my hair with shampoo and conditioner.
I dry my frizzy blonde hair and straighten it. I throw on my red and black cheer uniform with the letters POHS. I pull on nike pros underneath.
Downstairs moms have been making breakfast for the whole family. "Good morning Nad, you need to eat something." Mom suggests.
"No thanks," I decline her offer because I'm not trying to blow chunks everywhere.
"At least eat a banana it'll give you some strength." I sigh and take the banana out of her hand.
"Thanks," I say and peel the banana and quietly down it. Kim walks down the stairs and begins to eat the plate of food mom prepared for her. They chat about stupid shit that doesn't matter while I drown out the sound with music that's coming through my headphones.
I quickly brush my teeth and grab both my bags. My cheer bag and backpack. We all head out the door. Kim, Henry, mom, and I.
Henry is a classic football player with muscles I didn't even know existed. All the girls in our school and surrounding schools would sell their body parts just to get him to talk to them. Not that he doesn't talk to girls, that's all he ever does. He brings girls home every weekend.
The school is now in sight and another wave of anxiety runs over me like a bus. Kim kicks her long legs and waves her stupid ponytail with bows in my face like she's five. She's so annoying. Luckily I go to my dad's later today. Fred is supposed to pick me up after school.
"Bye kids I love you, I'll pick you guys up after practice," mom says and I know she's not talking to me. I narrow my eyes and roll out of the car.
A large "Welcome" banner hangs in front of the huge school building. The school is pretty modern with large windows and tall doors.
All three principles are already standing in front of the school looking like assholes. Mr. Evans is Vice and he's a total asshat, Mrs. Finch is another Vice, and then there's Principal Bones. Everyone calls him Mr. Boner which is reasonable because he's a pervert.
I make my way through the school and to the locker room by the gym. I use the locker to put my cheer bag away. Time to parade around the school looking preppy and all that bullshit.
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