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Post by Bella Harris on May 3, 2008 14:47:15 GMT -5
It was silent in Pelham Bay Park as Bella ran through the park. She had to get away from her horrible home life, she had to get away from her uncle Edward. She stopped at a tree, tears were streaming down her face. She took a few deep breaths as she trembled. She tried to lean against the tree without hurting herself. New bruises were forming on her back, and she was sure she had a black eye and a bruise on her cheek. She didn't want to make up another excuse to her parents, she was sick of lying to cover for Edward. She was afraid he would kill her if she didn't, so she lied to her parents every time. She took some more shaky breaths, trying not to start sobbing. Tears were continuing to stream down her face, as she thought about what happened.
It was probably just one of his rage fits he went into. Bella was always the victim. Edward always waited until her parents left, when her father went to work and her mother went shopping. That's when he attacked her. Today was like any other day. She came home from painting, and he got mad at her for getting paint on her old painting dress. He yelled at her, and all she could do was hang her head. He then would hit her, and she couldn't cry out because that would make it worse. He then would shove her away, telling her to get out of his sight. She would run as fast as she could without hurting herself even more to somewhere safe.
She sat down on the roots of the tree, standing up hurt too much. She buried her face into her hands and cried. What else could she do? She couldn't go back home until it was dinner time, and then say how she fell down a hill or something. She hated her life, she hated her lifestyle, she hated her uncle. Her uncle was the cause of her misery, her uncle was the reason why she had to run home at night because men from the pub would chase her. Wanting just one night of pleasure. Her small, thin form shook with the sobs. Normally she held everything in and cried herself to sleep every night. She told herself she needed to grow up and get over it, abuse was nothing new. Nobody would show pity to her, her own parents didn't. If she said something to them they wouldn't believe her, and Edward would kill her. He said so many times. She knew she couldn't live in fear of him, but again what could she do?
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Post by Jinks on May 4, 2008 13:01:34 GMT -5
Jinks was walking threw Bronx; she just finished seeing some of her friends that moved to Bronx she promised to visit them. She was walking threw Pelham Bay Park; she thought it was boreding but it was the fastest way home.
She heard something, crying? Who would cry in a park? She fallowed the sound and came across a tree. She walked around it and saw a girl. "Um...hi?" she said not knowing what to say. "Why are ya cryin? If ya don' mind me askin." she said sitting down with the girl.
"Oh yea ya might wanna know my name. I'm Jinks, what bout ya?" she asked with a smile and pulled out an old hanky. "Here, it ain't used not yet any way." she joked and handed her it. Hoping she would laugh a bit.
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Post by Bella Harris on May 4, 2008 13:30:51 GMT -5
Bella wiped the tears off of her cheeks with her skirt. Her uncle would probably get mad at her for having water stains on her dress. She sighed, she was stuck with him forever. If she ran away he would most likely find her, and if she stayed there she would have deal with the beatings day in and day out. She brought her knees up under her chin. Knowing that she could only have a few precious hours to herself. At seven she had to go to the pub and stay there until one or later. She laid her head onto her knees, wishing she could lead the normal life of a seventeen year old girl.
"Why are ya cryin? If ya don' mind me askin."
Her head shot up as she saw a girl standing by her. Why did she care if Bella was crying? It wasn't her business anyway. She probably got to have a normal life, free from abusive uncles. So why should she give the time of day to Bella? "I'm fine, its nothing." She said quickly. Hopefully she wouldn't ask more questions.
"Oh yea ya might wanna know my name. I'm Jinks, what bout ya? Here, it ain't used not yet any way."
She smiled, just enough for the corners of her mouth to go up and then go back down. "I'm Bella." She said. Jinks was dressed like a newsie, so she assumed she was. Bella knew this because a lot of her customers were newsies, and even some of them snuck into the pub she performed at. She accepted the hanky, and chuckled a bit at her joke. "Thanks." She said.
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Post by Jinks on May 4, 2008 14:10:27 GMT -5
"I'm fine, its nothing."
"If ya were fine ya wouldn' be cryin." said Jinks "And people don' cry unless there is a reason." she said "So mind tellin old Jinks what’s the matter maybe I can help." she said looking at Bella.
"Thanks."
"Not a problem." she said, "Now spill girly what happened?" asked Jinks "And don't say nothing and don't lie." she said and put her head on her hand she was tired and bored she needed something to do and that would be helping this girl with her problem.
((sry so short))
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Post by Bella Harris on May 4, 2008 15:07:05 GMT -5
"If ya were fine ya wouldn' be cryin. And people don' cry unless there is a reason. So mind tellin old Jinks what’s the matter maybe I can help."
Bella glared and scowled at Jinks, how dare she. She didn't have any right to tell Bella she couldn't cry without a reason. She could cry whenever she wanted to. It was her emotions she owned, not Jinks. "Shut up," She said, "I can cry whenever I want to." She sighed, "And you can't help. Nobody can."
"Now spill girly what happened? And don't say nothing and don't lie."
She sighed, might as well begin to rehearse her story so she could tell her parents what happened. "Nothing happened," She lied. "I tripped and fell and got myself hurt. Its not that big of a deal." She smiled slightly, "I shouldn't be crying, but things have been emotional for me the past couple of days. Its nothing." She was lying through her teeth, but she was a good lier for having so much 'practice'.
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Post by Jinks on May 4, 2008 16:02:14 GMT -5
"I can cry whenever I want to, And you can't help. Nobody can."
"Sure ya can when ya a little girl who's a cry baby." said Jinks, yes she was being harsh but that's how she is. "An yea someone could help ya. If ya let 'em." she said.
"I tripped and fell and got myself hurt. Its not that big of a deal."
"Ya tripped?" asked Jinks with her eyebrow up. "An ya cryin?" she asked "What's the matter with ya?" she asked "Who trips an cries?" she asked she rolled her eyes at her. "Fine it that's it I'm leavin." she said and got up "Unless ya lyin." she said.
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Post by Bella Harris on May 4, 2008 16:18:11 GMT -5
"Sure ya can when ya a little girl who's a cry baby."
Bella clenched her jaw. She was probably much older than Jinks, so she had no right to tell Bella she was a little girl. And she wasn't a cry baby, if you went through half of the things Bella's gone through, you'd cry too. She huffed and rolled her eyes, "Look who's talking." She said.
"An yea someone could help ya. If ya let 'em."
Her temper flared up. No, nobody could help her. She glared at Jinks, "You know, I value my life, so I can't ask for help." She said, with venom in each word. "And I wouldn't want to be held responsible for somebody else's death." Her uncle told her if she ever told anybody he would kill her, and that person.
"What's the matter with ya? Who trips an cries?"
She sighed, "Its more complicated than that." She said, "I'm not crying because I tripped." She mumbled inaudibly. She thought, how could she get out of this? Tripping and falling could explain the bruises on her face and body, but she couldn't think of a good reason on why she was crying.
"Unless ya lyin."
"Maybe I am." She sneered. "What are you going to do about it?"
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Post by Jinks on May 5, 2008 18:24:23 GMT -5
"Look who's talking."
Jinks glared at this, "Listen ya, ya, what ever ya are," she said "Just because I'm younger then ya doesn' mean I'm not better then ya." she said.
"Its more complicated than that."
"How complicated?" she asked "I'm more smarter then I look." she said "Unless ya wanna be stupid and a jerk then I can just leave." she added leaning up ageist the tree.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I can soak ya worst then anyone." she threatened. "Ya really wanna say that again then I'm gonna show ya what I'm gonna do bout it." said Jinks glaring at her.
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Post by Bella Harris on May 5, 2008 18:36:26 GMT -5
"Just because I'm younger then ya doesn' mean I'm not better then ya."
Bella squinted her eyes at her, something she did when mad. "At least I'm more mature than you and I actually do have some class." She shot back, not really caring where that ended her in this situation. She had a sharp tongue, and it worked well in her advantage.
"How complicated? I'm more smarter then I look."
She rolled her eyes, Oh really? Could've fooled me. She thought. "Its just complicated. I can't do anything about it but cry and move on. Trust me, you wouldn't understand."
"I can soak ya worst then anyone. Ya really wanna say that again then I'm gonna show ya what I'm gonna do bout it."
Bella gently eased herself off of the ground, coming closer to Jinks. "Really? You think you could 'soak' me worse than anyone?" She lifted up the sleeve of her blouse, revealing the new cuts, bruises and welts. "Wanna bet on that?" She asked with fire in every word.
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Post by Jinks on May 5, 2008 19:38:16 GMT -5
"At least I'm more mature than you and I actually do have some class."
"At least I'm free and don' have to listen to no one." she said” Unlike the classy people." she added "Class doesn' count in the newsie world." she said.
"Really? You think you could 'soak' me worse than anyone?"
"Yea I know I can." said Jinks then Bella raised the sleeve of her shirt, welts and cuts. Jinks circled her, "Well ya look too lady like to live on the streets." she said, "So there ain't no way for ya to get soaked." she said, "So it must be daddy dearest? Grandpa? Or ya self?" asked Jinks.
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Post by Bella Harris on May 5, 2008 19:57:07 GMT -5
"Class doesn' count in the newsie world."
Bella smirked, "Well that's good for you, I'm not a newsie. So class actually means something to me." She said. Class did mean a lot to her, and she wanted to remain as classy as she could. Her mother was a very classy woman, even if she was oblivious. Even working at a sleazy pub, Bella tried to remain as classy as possible. Even though it was extremely difficult.
"So it must be daddy dearest? Grandpa? Or ya self?"
Bella clenched her jaw and her fists as Jinks circled her. She turned to glare at her, and could help herself. She drew back her arm and punched Jinks square in the face. "Che idiota vorrebbe fare questo a se stesso? E non posso dirlo, perché gradirei affinchè voi e me rimanga vivi!" She exclaimed in Italian, she only used it when she was really angry. She almost regretted hitting her, even though it relived her of a lot of anger.
((PM me if you need a translation))
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