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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 13, 2011 22:41:03 GMT -8
February looked up at Shayne with wide eyes and looked at the strap. "I-I can't-" She shook her head. "I couldn't do that to you, you know."
Nick nodded. "Don't worry. Just stay out of trouble with the law and it should not be a problem. You are not going to end up in jail, sweetheart."
Jessa watched him leave, before looking to her dad. She reached for his hand and pulled him closer, hugging him. "mmhmm. You can't leave me. I-I can't do it alone. I need you there." And she just did not want him leaving her again. She was scared that he might. She did not want that.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2011 22:56:20 GMT -8
"Take it" he insisted with a nod. "we-we have to keep each other in line. Remember?" he swallowed. Sweat was dribbling down his face. But he knew this was the right thing to do.
A knock on the door sounded as a tech came in with a sling "hi, Carla. This is for your shoulder." the blond nodded and sat, watching as the tech put her shoulder in the sling. "Ok, so Dr. Chase prescribed cortisol. You take it once a day, with a meal. Are there any questions?"
Ben nodded, looking up as a CNA walked in "Jessa Del Rossi? We need to get you in this wheelchair" he told her.
Ben sighed "all right. Come on, kiddo. Let's get you in the wheelchair"
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 14, 2011 12:28:07 GMT -8
February swallowed and took the strap, getting to her feet. "Uhm-" She looked down at the strap in her hand, before looking back up at her big brother. "I-I remember." she nodded.
Nick got to his feet and shook his head. "No. I think we're good. And I'll make sure she remembers to take it everyday. Thank you."
Jessa bit her lip and nodded. "O-okay." She slowly got to her feet and walked over, getting ino the wheelchair, staying quiet.
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Post by carla on Sept 21, 2011 21:59:09 GMT -8
Shayne nodded. ''So do it'' he spoke softly. He didn't particularly want to do this. But what choice did he have? He couldn't afford to lose her. He had nearly lost his life not too long ago. He had hallucinated, and he had seen his parents. They told him to hold on. They told him not to give up. That February needed him. And to be honest, he needed her too. Without his sister, he was nothing. He had been a puppet all his life. In elementary school, he was JJ's puppet. He did everything the older boy wanted, mostly because he got beat up if he didnt. In middle school, he was Matt's puppet, because he finally had a friend who wasn't a bully. When Damian came around, he was his puppet. February was the only one who ever made him feel like he had a choice. About anything. He wasn't anyone's puppet when she was around. If he lost her, then he'd lose himself. ''what are you waiting for?''
Carla bit her lip and waited for the person to leave. When he did, she looked back up at her father. She always felt like she was not quite the daughter he wanted. Not like Winter. She was perfect. Carla was more like a boy. A tomboy, to be exact. She hated makeup and dresses and everything that girls were supposed to like. She didn't used to be bothered by it. And why should she? It was just the way she was. But Jessa made her see things differently. And now that she was practically a felon, he just had to regret ever having her. ''can we go?'' she asked, her voice distant.
Ben followed the wheelchair in silence. This year was hard on the family. Matt, Megan, Hannah, Aidan, and Jessa had all had surgeries. And of course, he had brain surgery, himself. And now, this. When would he get a break? At least he had Andrew here. But to keep her awake-- it wasn't fair. And he'd have to be there, to comfort her, tell her that everything would be all right. But would it? He didn't know this time around. He just had no clue. As they stopped, Ben got on one knee, putting a hand on her shoulder. ''how are you feeling?''
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Jan 3, 2012 13:52:21 GMT -8
February did not know whether or not she could do this. She never had before. Until tonight, she had never even hurt anyone. She was just not like that. She would never do that. She was sweet, innocent. She love life. Until tonight. Tonight made her see that life was not always easy. That her life could very well lead down a dangerous and dark road. And February did not want that. She could not go down that road. Swallowing, February nodded. "Okay. Okay." She gribbed as tightly as she could on the strap. "1...2...3..." she whispered to herself before hitting her older brother as hard as she could.
Nick was just not in the mood to deal with this, to deal with her, right now. He was angry, disappointed. He had raised this girl better than that. And now she was about to be severly punished. And he did not want to have to do that. But how else was she going to learn a lesson here. If he did not teah her one, then Carla could wind up doing so much worse. And then what? She could wind up in jail. Or worse. "Yes. Come on." His voice sounded slightly angry. But it lso sounded distant. He began to head for the door.
"How are ou feeling?"
Seriously? How was she feeling? Was her father serious to ask that? How was she feeling? Jessa was scared. She was terrified. Of what? Of death. Jessa knw how bad having this condition was. CIPA. And that condition was going to kill her one day. She would be lucky to survive to see her graduation day. And even if her parents, her family, did not know it, Jessa knew this. She was never gonna live to fall in love. To get married, start a family. She would die before any of that would ever happen. But she could not let her father know that very truth. It would break his hear. But Jessa knew that. And she made herself believe that she was okay with that. She had to be okay with it. She just had to. "Everything will be okay, daddy. Whether I survive this or not. Everything will be okay. I promise."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2012 11:13:55 GMT -8
Shayne closed his eyes. This was how it would be from now on. They were parent-less. There wasn't a single person out there who cared about them. The only thing they could do was take care of each other. He would play dad, and she would play mom. But, would this really work? They were just kids.They needed a responsible adult to handle the parenting. Unfortunately, they didn't have that luxury. This was better than nothing, which is what they were left with. Absolutely nothing. But, there was no point in dwelling on it. It was their lot in life. That was just the way it was. And they would get through it.
Carla followed him out, eyes on the ground. Part of her wondered if he was more upset about being embarrassed than the fact that she was his daughter and he loved her. She was sure that she would soon hear the words "your sister never..." and if she didn't, then he'd be thinking it, she just knew it. Maybe she should run away. Not make him put up with her any longer. But where would she go? Not to her mother. She loved her mother dearly, but she would never have room in her life for a kid. She was only thirteen. Barely thirteen. She hadn't even gotten into the eighth grade yet. And already, she felt like she wasn't wanted.
Ben shook his head. "Stop it," he spoke softly. "Don't try to be strong for me. That's my job. Be honest, Jessa. I need to do my job. How are you feeling?" he needed to be needed. Because otherwise, Ben was going to break and all hell would break loose and he would end up in prison or something because he went and murdered someone for looking at him wrong. Yeah, he was edgy. His CIPA baby was in the hospital. How could he not be edgy? He needed to find a way to control the edginess. Ben didn't believe in talking about emotions. He believed in drinking them away. But he couldn't do that here. So, he needed to hear from her, so he could comfort her. He was the one that was supposed to say it would be okay.
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Jul 9, 2012 9:57:56 GMT -8
It had felt like Shayne was the only family that the young 14-year-old girl had. She looked up to the older boy. He was her role model. He meant everything to her. He was all that she really had left. Swallowing, February hit her brother again. Honestly, she did not like having to do this. But then again, even parents did not like punishing their children. Right? She hit him several times before she just dropped the belt. Biting down on her bottom lip, she took a step back. But she just remained quiet. She did not know what to say.
Nicholas was silent as he walked to the elevator. He was silent as they reached the first floor. He was silent as he led his daughter out into the parking lot and towards the car. Pulling his keys from his jeans pocket, Nick unlocked the car door and got in starting the car. And as soon as his daughter was in, all he said was “Buckle up.” before pulling out of the parking lot. He got onto the highway in dead silence and drove home. He parked the car and got out heading into their apartment. Nick stayed quiet. He figured that his daughter would follow.
Be honest. She needed to be honest. What was the truth? How was she really feeling? Scared. She was scared. “Daddy...” she choked out. “I'm going to die.” She shook her head. “I don't want to die. But you heard what he said. It's pretty serious this time. It could be life threatening.” If Jessa could pysically cry, that would be what she would be doing now. She was terrified. There was so much that Jess wanted to do in her life. There was so much that Jess still had to do. This was all just too much. “And in all honestly, daddy...I just want this all too end. Do you have any idea how difficult it is having my condition? I tried so hard to hide it. So very hard. But I'm sure everybody knows now. Just let it end. Please. I can't...I can't take it anymore.”
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Post by carla on Jul 9, 2012 22:22:17 GMT -8
Shayne looked at her, tears in his eyes from both the strapping and the emotion of having to spank his sister. Once more, he pulled her in his arms. "We'll be okay." he whispered to her, rubbing her back. And he believed it. The two of them, they were strong. If it wasn't for February, he probably wouldn't have ever made it. He would have gone back to what he was doing last year. The drugs, hanging out with Damian--he wouldn't have had a reason to stop. Not if he didn't have his sister. She was everything to him. She was his little piece of heaven. She made him want to be different, be better. He had changed, and it was all because of her. "From now on, we'll trust each other. And we'll be there for each other. Whether it's to protect each other, or to use this on each other" he nodded to the strap. "I love you, Feb" he kissed her head, closing his eyes. "I don't want to lose you. And you could have really been hurt."
Carla closed her eyes and got out of the car, following him. She was dragging her feet. Two months being grounded, she could handle. Spankings every two weeks? It'd be hard, but she could take it. But the sinking feeling that she was a mistake, a disappointment, that she couldn't handle. She chewed on her lip as she stepped inside, looking up at him. "C-can we do it in my room?" She didn't know how this was going to happen. Would she be over his knee? Against the wall? On her stomach? God, there were far too many choices for her liking. She knew what was about to happen, and honestly she hoped he wouldn't make her do it in front of her sister. That would have been far worse than any spanking, letting her sister see it. So, she hoped for that bit of a reprieve.
Ben got on his knee, looking her in the eyes. Leaning over, he kissed her head. "You're not going to die. We're going to take care of you. And then you'll go home and go back to being the normal, albeit troublemaking kid I know and love. You even have my permission to get into trouble. Not too much, but some. Not many dads would give their permission for something like that." He squeezed her shoulder. "we just gotta get through this one thing. This surgery. And we'll be home free. I know you can do this. You gotta. You're my first girl, my CIPA princess." he gave a forced smile, but it was there, through the tears that were starting to shed. "I wouldn't lie to you. You know that"
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Feb 2, 2013 0:38:27 GMT -8
Nothing was going right. The dance, her life, everything. And now Shayne was all that she had left. She could not lose him. And she hated to disappoint him. She loved her big brother. More than anything in this world. February looked up to him, trusted him, wanted to be like him. He was her idol. She looked up at Shayne as tears filled her eyes. What was wrong with her? Why did she do what she did? “Please... I'm sorry. So sorry.” she whimpered out, falling to her knees. “I was bad, stupid. So stupid.”
She truly loved her big brother and February felt like if it was not for him, then she would not have anyone. “I-I'm sorry. So sorry. I don't mean to be a screw-up, Shayne.” she whimpered. She hated it when her brother was mad at her. She thought that it was the worst possible thing to ever happen. “You-you still love me, though. Right?” she asked in a hushed whisper, looking up at him with her brown eyes. She could feel a few tears running down her face. “Just-p-please don't hate me. Okay? Please?” She was so worried that her brother would hate her for what she did, that he was angry with her.
He would not lie to her. Maybe he would about some things, but this? This was something that she was sure her daddy was telling the truth about. He would not lie to her, right? Not when this was her life on the line. Or maybe it was just so his girl would not feel scared, terrified. “I believe you, daddy.” she whispered. “But I'm still scared. Just- don't leave. I can't do this without you.” She placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “You're my daddy. You showed me what a family was. You loved me when no one else did.” She forced a smile, and let her hand drop back into her lap.
Jessa bit down on her bottom lip, looking down at the ground. “But you are right. Things will be okay.” I hope.. She thought to herself. She heard his words. She just was not so sure that she really believed them. Would she be okay? Would everything ever go back to normal? She just was not sure anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 2:15:51 GMT -8
Shayne sighed. His hands gently grabbing her arms, he pulled February into his lap. His arms went around his sister, and he rubbed her arms. "Feb. I could never hate you. You're my sister. You're all I got. I just--I don't know how to do this. You need parents. Or at least a parent. And as a dad, I'm a failure. Was it a mistake, asking you if you wanted to leave with me? Maybe you would have been better off with Uncle Damian. I almost lost you once, I can't go through that again. And if that means you going back....what else am I supposed to do?"
Ben shook his head and sighed. "So I heard. Jessa...why didn't you come to me? I had to hear from someone else that you found them. And what they said to you." He had been so brokenhearted for her when he found out. God, giving up a kid, not wanting her because of something beyond her control? Ben couldn't imagine doing that to any of his kids. "For the record, your father is a very protective man. That Ben Del Rossi...he goes crazy when he learns that someone, even biological parents, hurt his baby girl." he gave her a wink and shook his head. "Spent the night in jail. But, it's probably better if you don't ask."
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Mar 12, 2013 21:26:46 GMT -8
Go back? February did not want to go back. Her brother was the only reason that she felt at home. Going back without him? What was the point? They didn’t want her. No one wanted her. Apparently she was being a burden to her brother. Or at least, that was how she was feeling right now. Even if that was not the case in this situation. How could she have been so selfish? How could she not see that her actions have consequences and that her actions could very well affect the people around her. Well, if he did not want her, then she would find a place where she could call home.
February could feel tears brimming her eyes. She shook her head, quickly getting to her feet. She took a step back, away from her brother. “You-you don’t want me?” she whimpered out. Tears started falling down her face. “If you make me go back, I’ll run away. And then no one will have to worry about me. No one wants me anyway. That much is obvious.”
Why didn't you tell me?
“I use to dream. About my parents. I guess that’s normal when you’re a child. Naïve, blind. Nothing is ever what it seems, is it daddy?” She sighed and looked away. She wished she could cry, because that is what she was wanting to do. Right now. “A family that loves you, gave you up so you could have so much more in life.” She shook her head. “Dreaming was stupid, it was childish. I’m done with it daddy. Dreaming is not a part of reality. Never will be.” Well, it was true. It was time for Jessa to wake up, to get a grasp on reality. It was time to move on, put all of her childish dreams behind her.
Jessa looked back to her father, pain in her eyes. “You know, daddy, they aren’t worth going to jail over.” She then pointed to herself. “I am not worth going to jail for.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 14:12:50 GMT -8
Shayne sighed. ''I'm not making you. I'm asking if it would be better.'' He didn't want to give up his sister. There had to be another way. A better way. A way for them to stay together. ''Look, I'm going to find us a home. I swear it. We will have a family. Parents who love us. This-this will temporary. But until then, you can't do this kind of stuff. If the cops realize we are on our own, they'll call Children's Services. And they'll separate us. Promise me.''
Ben shook his head. What was with his kids having such low self-esteem? The only one who would acknowledge being worth going to jail for was his youngest son. But then, he didn't think there was anything that could shake that boy's confidence. And that was what Ben loved the most about that kid. But he wasn't dealing with Aidan. He was dealing with Jessa. And before he could answer her, a technician came and grabbed hold of the wheelchair and steered it around a corner and into one of the operating rooms. Ben nodded when told that Jessa really shouldn't be moving. He bent down and scooped his daughter up, laying her down on her back. He grabbed a chair and took a seat where he could be face-to-face with her. He took her hand and waited until the tech walked away. He then looked at her. ''Yes you are. Never doubt your worth. I don't regret that night in jail. And if I go to jail when I pay that little nigger bitch a visit, I won't regret that either. When it comes to teaching people to leave you alone, I know no boundaries.''
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