Relive The Past

[Jacksblackpearl]

I stay on the ground, paralized by the shock. That man is completely crazy! And strong I come to realize. As I fell down backwards on the ground the side of my favorit dress got ripped. My knee is bleeding still but it doesn't prevent me from getting up. As soon as I see how the man, Jack's father.. how could a father do this to his child?, hit Jack to the floor and demands him to get up I run from behind him, pass him and I run over to Jack. In a swift move I take Jack's hand in mine and pull him up then I drag him with me, three steps later we're outside. thank god.
"This way!" I tell him and I start to run, my hand still tightly around Jack's

[Jacky]

My legs seem to have a mind of their own as we start to run of, and I try to keep up with Giselle. I'm thinking I shouldn't have run -this'll make things worse!- and that my father was drunk and that I have to go home or there'll be hell to pay.. but instead of doing what I think I should, I just keep running together with Giselle. I taste blood in my mouth and I realize that my nose is bleeding, so as we run I whipe a smear of bloody away with the dirty sleeve of my shirt. But we don't slow down. Not until we're both exhausted and blocks away from the Rusty Anchor.

[Jacksblackpearl]

We find ourselves back in the street where we first met in this early morning. I stop running and walk with Jack to the alley where we can rest and sit down. It is then that I finally let go of Jack's hand wich I was holding so tightly.
I make him sit down so I can look at him better. His nose is bleeding and his cheek is red. I glance at his dirty sleeve covered in blood now too "That won't work" I mumble, knowing a few things about how to clean a wound. When my mother smacked me I sometimes fell down the stairs and hurted my knee, first thing I did was get a clean cloth and some water from the garden. I look down at my favorit dress which is ripped and less clean, but it's still cleaner then Jack's shirt so I rip a little part off and I hold it against Jack's nose "Keep that again it" I mumble, watching him with care.

[Jacky]

I take over the cloth from her which I press against my nose firmly. I feel the blood slowly trickling through the fabric, coloring my fingers in a deep red shade, so I hold it even firmer. Then I cast my eyes back up to Giselle, and I meet her gaze. She confuses me.. *this* confuses me! I had told her she should run if we'd get caught so why didn't she? Why would she help *me*? I'm no more than a streetrat, after all.. and she got her share of money so why..

My thoughts get interupted when I hear someone running past in the street, and every nerve in my body tensens as I look over to it. It's just a sailor though, not my father of anybody else who could hurt me.. and slowly I relax again.

I look back to Giselle and bite my lip for a moment, before I shrug my shoulders "Why are you helping?" I ask, sounding nasal cos of clutching my nose still.

[Jacksblackpearl]

I keep looking at Jack and I shrug "You're my friend" I mumble quietly. I don't know if he wants to be my friend, but I surely could use a friend. What else am I supposed to do ? Go back home ? If my mom sees me like this she'll certainly get mad at me, I'm not waiting around for that.

"Friends help eachother" I explain and I sit down next to him. "W-was that your father?" I ask Jack. I couldn't believe that anyone would have a father like that, and how can a father treat his son like that ? What did Jack do to deserve his father getting so angry at him ?

[Jacky]

I look down and shrug.. I'm not proud to say he is, but it's not like I have a choice, do I? I'm half-afraid that Giselle doesn't want to be my friend anymore though, soon as she knows he is. But maybe she will. She's been real nice so far. So for once I'm honest, "Aye, that's my father." I mumble.

I take the cloth away from my nose and snort, then touching my nose to see whether it's still bleeding. It doesn't appear to be so I whipe my nose once more before I look back to Giselle again. "Sorry 'bout your dress" I mumble.

[Jacksblackpearl]

I look down at my dress and feel the tears sting in my eyes "Doesn't matter" I whisper, though it does to me. But I don't wanna start whining about a dress.
"How come your father is being so mean to you?" I ask him. I'd rather talk about him and his family then me and what will happen to me if my mother finds out about my dress. Perhaps I shouldn't go home tonight... but then again if I come back later she'll be twice as furious..

[Jacky]

I shrug my shoulders, and I try to get the blood of my sleeve by spitting on it, and then whiping it away. It doesn't work very well but it does somewhat. The dark red blotch turns into a more lighter pink shade as I whipe it out. Without looking up I reply to Giselle's question, "He gets mad when he's drunk.. he's drunk a lot." I mumble.

[Jacksblackpearl]

"well... that's dangerous" I mumble "You can't go home now.. he's probably still mad" I mumble and I try to think of a solution that'll keep Jack away from his father. 'Do you want to go back?" I ask him carefully, wondering if he minds the fact that his father gets mad at him so often.

[Jacky]

I shrug "I have to." I point out, "Though I don't want to go back yet." I admit in addition to that. I know that *when* I return it'll be hell to pay. My father'll be furious, and I know what he's capable of when he's drunk and angry. I figure I best return when he's asleep, so maybe he'll be hungover in the morning and I can get away before he can touch me. Though that would mean that today I have to stay on the streets until deep in the night. Tortuga isn't a good place to hang 'round the streets at night.. but I did it before, and I'd do it again if I must.

I look back to Giselle and shrug my shoulders, not wanting *her* to worry about it. "I-I'll be alright." I tell her, "You can go home if you want to?" I can imagine she would. If her parents are nice to her..