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I Believe by Hearts Then Tears
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I Believe

Hearts Then Tears

Chapter 6.



Today everyone is leaving for Christmas break. It took me a long time to decide this, but I’m going home just like everyone else. I am packed and ready to go. Probably bringing a lot more things than I actually need, but you can never be too sure.

I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself, as the train starts up. I want to say that I'm not scared, but I am. I really hope that dad has kept going to his meetings, that he actually is helping himself, helping us.

I walk onto the train and go into an empty compartment.

Deep breaths. Breath in, breath out.

"Anyone in there?" then a light knock on the door, I could tell it was a girl.

I'm sure she was friendly, but I couldn't say anything. I wanted to, I tried, but nothing came out. The girl tried to open the door, and failed horribly (it was locked). After a moment, she left.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Be calm, everything will be just fine.

December Saturday, 12 PM

The train stopped, and I knew the time had come. I had to get off. I did, slowly of course. As I stepped off the train, I soon realized after looking around for a couple minutes... no one was there for me. I was glad, though. I didn't want to see my parents, not just yet.

December Saturday, 1 PM

Kelley’s family offered me a ride home, I took it without a fight. As I got out of their car I said my thank yous and goodbyes. Shutting the back seat door, I waved once again, finally walking up my stone drive way to the front door. It looked different. There was a garden now, and the house was painted a different colour; Burgundy. The last time I was here, it was a pretty turquoise colour.

Before going in, I waited for Kelly to leave.

As the car went down the street, and around the corner, I finished my walk up the drive way. I put my luggage down and went to the door.

Deep breaths. In, out.

My hand settled on the door knob. All I had to do was open the door. They would be surprised, happy, ecstatic. It would be fine.

Maybe knocking is better.

I put my hand into a fist and knocked, loudly. The front door was even different, and my knuckles weren't used to this kind of wood. After knocking, I realised it hurt a bit.

I waited a few moments, and with no answer, I knocked again, louder this time.

"Who is it?" the voice from inside was distant, but I am almost positive it was my mum.

I heard a snort, then the door opened. My father was standing in front of me, with a big smile on his face.

What was I supposed to do? I forgot. What was my plan? Am I supposed to smile? Am I supposed to hug him?

But, he hurt me.

But, he might of stopped
for me.

"Jackie!" he... shrieked?

He grabbed me, pulled me in, hugged me tight, then swirled me round.

Smile, just smile, and be happy for once in your god forsaken life. He changed, he had to... he wouldn't be like this if he hadn't.

When he let go, his eyes searched behind me, he asked where my things were. I waved behind me, and said outside. He turned and went out the door. Stepping inside, I looked around the house.

Everything was so much different than last time. The furniture, the walls, the pictures. When I finally set my eyes on my mum I realized she changed too. She seemed... new and fresh.

"Hi." I whispered with a small toss of my hand.

She smiled, a bright big smile, one like she used to give me when I was a young child. Mine couldn't compare. She stood up, rather slowly, and walked towards me. She took my face in her hands and kissed my forehead.

"Jacqueline, I've missed you so much." she said quietly, as she hugged me. With her it was a little different, I embraced her and hugged back.

"How has school been?" my dad asked. I didn't even know he came back inside, he startled me a little bit.

"Great." I said with a small smile.

"You didn't tell us you were coming."

I looked down. The carpet was now blue. Why would it be blue? The colours clashed terribly.

"I decided last minute." I whispered, staring at the terrible blue that covered the floors.

"Well, we are glad you came, honey." my mum said.

I turned to look at my dad.

"I know I just got here, but... I have to know," I took a deep breath. I could do this. No, I can do this.

"Are you getting help? Did you stop drinking?" my voice was so quiet, but I knew he heard what I said.

My mum coughed and my dad moved around in his skin, I could tell they were uncomfortable. What is that? A no? A yes? Maybe it was an oh I tried, really I did, but I failed ??

I looked at him, confused and angry.

"Well?" I asked. My eyes couldn't stop searching for something to focus on, my eyes wanted to bleed... I knew the answer before I walked in the door... but, I needed to hear it to believe it.

He looked away.

Deep breaths. In, in, in, out.

"And to think I actually thought you would try." I said under my breath. What a waste.

"Hey! I tried!" he screamed. His temper from zero to ten in a second. I turned around and started walking towards the stairs.

"Jacqueline, hey, I’m talking to you!" is he ever quiet? The one time I simply speak my mind, or anyone does, he has no emotion except angry.

"And this is me walking away." I said as I continued toward the steps leading upstairs. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. I gasped.

He wouldn't hit me, would he? I can't be sure. Everything has changed, he probably did too and not even close to what I wanted.

I look at him, fear and loathing in my eyes.

"Let go..." I said through my teeth. His grip tightened.

"Dad, let go!" I tried to pull away, but of course I couldn’t. He just stared at me, his face a shade of red.

Where was my mum and why wasn't she telling him to let me go? Why hasn't she ever stood up to my biggest nightmare, my greatest fear. Why hasn't she ever tried to save me.

"Mum," I said, terror filled my voice. I turned my head, looking for her helplessly. My eyes were begging her to help.

She was just watching him, like she always did whenever he did something in front of her. She looked away from me and started humming something that sounded very familiar.

I tried to get away from him again. He was hurting me. Just like old times, huh?

"Dad, seriously, let me go," he huffed and pushed me away from himself. I ran up to my room. I wasn't going to stay here. He wasn't going to do anything to me... not again.

Where could I go, though? Who would actually let me stay with them?

I thought for a moment -- the Weasleys.

December 25th , 9 AM

The Weasley home made me feel so good, just standing in front of the house I felt at home. I sat my luggage on the side of house, preparing for the worst.

I made my way around front and did exactly what I did at my front door, felt a little like deja vu. I heard someone coming to the door, and a lot of commotion happening from inside the house. The door opened and in front of me stood a handsome red head.

"Hey, Ron." I smiled, feeling a little uncomfortable showing up at his house on Christmas morning.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, looking at me with funny eyes. I felt bad, I should have at least called.

"I need to ask you for a favor... I know it's Christmas and I'm really sorry for interrupting, but, I need your help." I said, playing with my fingers nervously.

"Uh," he turned his head and looked behind himself. "Yeah?"

"Well... I was wondering... could I possibly... stay here? For Christmas?" I asked, biting my lip.

Please say yes.

He flashed me a warm smile, started to back away while saying he would be right back, and shut the door.

"Jacqueline!" Mrs. Weasley squealed and came from behind the door.

"Love, you can stay any time and as long as you want!" she came over to me and dragged me inside, her hand strong around my shoulder.

"Oh, thank you..." I whispered. It was embarrassing and I just had a feeling that she knew why I was here, instead of at home with my own family.

"So, I'm sure you know everyone." she said, moving her hand in a way that made me feel she was displaying the faces in the living room, like there was a possibility I was going to buy them or something.

"Fred, George, Hermione, Harry!"

Ron came to stand next to me.

"Sorry for the unexpected visit. I appreciate it." I said quietly to him.

He turned to me, "It's more than okay." he said with a smile, lightly touching my arm.

"Hey, Jacqueline!" Harry and Hermione said in unison.

I spent Christmas with a family. My family. It was more than I expected, and it was absolutely beautiful. I wonder if Mrs. Weasley would adopt me... I doubt it, but that would be a pleasant invitation.


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