Jackson's POV:

(15 years ago)

My mother jerks me up from the couch and runs up the stairs with me. Keeping her hand on my mouth shushing me. I obey this time because she seems upset and stressed. I keep my mouth shut and watch as tears start falling from her the corner of her eyes. I whip her tears away and whisper. "What's wrong mama." I say so quietly she can barely hear me.

"Nothings wrong baby. You're gonna be okay" she reassured me, even thought I'm not worried about myself.

"Listen bubba I need you to stay here and don't leave." I shook my head no at her. "Please baby, please stay here for momma. It's not safe out there. Keep the door locked and hide under the bed for me." My mommy had tears in her eyes as she spoke. "If someone finds you scream. Even if it's your daddy. Scream as loud as you can. Can you do that for momma?" She asks me. I nod my head reluctantly at her. "Don't be scared. Mommy will be okay. I promise I always watch over you." She whips my tears and kisses my head. "I love you Jackson. Be strong for me" she smiles through her hurt and leaves the room.

I stay under the bed. My 5 year old frame fitting tightly. I hear my mother's screams and cover my ears and cry harder. I can hear her begging someone to stop. They can't hurt mommy. She's all I have. Daddy never comes around anymore always 'working' . I try and think back to happier time with me and my mommy. She always use to take me out of ice cream everyday after dinner. She would get so proud of me for eating my vegetables. I keep my ears covered and smile lightly at the memory. She would take me outside to ride my bike and play games with me. She use to take me to grandma and grandpa's house and let me watch movies with them. She also use to bake me cookies made with her special love. She let me fall asleep with her every night and would keep me safe from the monsters that would hide under my bed. She tells me all the time I'm the reason she breathes I always laugh at her when she does. I tried to explain to her that the reason she breathes is because her heart and she denies it and says her hearts beats because of me. I love my mommy.

I pulled out of my thoughts from a agonizing scream. I pull myself out of under the bed and crack the door open. I know mommy said to stay still but someone's hurting her. I peek out the door and make my way outside of the room. I quietly walk down the stairs. I hear someone comping and quickly hide in a closet. Mommy said stay away from people I repeat in my mind. After a couple minutes the footsteps disappear and I make my way out of the closet being extra quiet. I turn into the kitchen and hide behind the counter before walking into the living room.

I see mommy laying there naked bleeding from her back and stomach as my daddy laughs at her.

"What are you doing" I scream. "Mommy needs clothes she could get a cold" I feel the tears start to run down my face. "Why did you hurt her daddy?" I question feeling smaller than I already am.

"Because your mom is a bitch and snitch" he says swing something at her back. She gasps and starts bleeding from her mouth.

"Run baby. Get out of here" my mommy wheezes at me. I am not leaving with out her. I make my way over to my dad and pound my tiny fists at him. He laughs at me and hits mommy again.

"Leave her alone. You're hurting her. Mommy said you're not supposed to hit girls and that it's very wrong. Did your mommy never tell you that" I ask biting him hard on the hand. He curses and pulls a knife from his pocket.

"Just for that you little prick you can watch your 'mommy' die" he mimics me. "Or I could just kill you both" he says.

"No!" My mommy screams at him. "This is between me and you, Rick. Leave Jackson out of this." She says sternly, looking like she's going to pass out. I run over to the couch and grab a blanket. I gently drape it around her.

"Here mommy." I say the blood from her body already seeping through the white blanket. Why would daddy do this? I question.

"Just so you know, that boy is not leaving here without a scratch." Daddy says looking scary. He takes the knife on his hand and runs it up my neck. I freeze. My mommy screams at him to stop but he keeps going. He brings the knife right against my jawline and pushes down hard and pulls it all the way down. I start to cry harder from the pain. "Watch son. This is what should happen when a women disobeys you." He takes a gun and shots mommy in the leg and the stomach. I scream at mommy and she doesn't answer. Her body lays there bleeding from everywhere. I hear the door burst open and a bunch of me walk in my house.

"That's no way to treat a women Rick. You had to do it didn't you. Go and kill your wife. You bastard. You know the rules. I don't care if you're with me or not." A tall looking man says. He looks over at me crouching on the corner and his eyes soften once he notices my jaw. He tells some other men to get my father. He walks over to me and pulls a rag think out of his pocket. He holds it to my jaw and lifts me up on his hip. "I'm sorry you had to see all this. I'm sure your mother loved you very much." I nod my head. What if he works with my dad and is going to hurt me too? "I promise I won't hurt you. My name is Vincent." The same men the took daddy out of her comes back and gently lifts mommy up and carries her out do the house. I sure she's fine. She'll wake up in a couple hours. She's tired, that's all. "What's your name little guy?" Vincent asks me.

"Jackson" I mumble. I feel like I can trust him so I lay my head on his shoulder. "When do I get to see mommy? She probably wants to see me too" I say. I feel him stiffen and rub my back. He doesn't answer but instead carries my out of my house into a car.

A couple months later, I lived with one of the men the came in with Vincent. He and his wife is very nice to me. Even though I won't speak to them. I haven't spoken to anyone since the last time I saw my mom. I still don't know where she went. Vincent promised I'm safe. I still see him from sometimes. He always had some baby in his arms though. I have a scar on him face that's huge. Sometimes I imagine mommy is here with me. I even talk to her even though she not actually here. I wish I could've helped her.

(Present day)

I feel my face wet with tears as I sit at the edge of my bed. I don't know why Vincent never told Maya what happened to me. I know she's asked , she's to curious not to. I'm thankful he hasn't though. I'm just not ready to open up about that yet. I don't know if I ever will be either. My mother didn't deserve to die that way. I miss her more and more everyday.

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