Don't Mess With Ouija Boards

[Jinxx's POV]

I woke up early in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep. My mind is spining. Everything was going so well in life until Jon called. What am I, what are we going to do? How on earth are we going to raise Raven? I haven't seen her since she was maybe five, will she remember me? God I hope so! I wish Travis and I had more time together, not drifted apart.
I kept over thinking as I got a shower and ready for the day. I walked over to the bed and watched my wife as she slept so peacefully. I hated to wake her up. I bent down and brushed the hair away from her face.

"Ever, wake up babe. You need to get dressed so we can go get things settled, and get Raven." I whispered.

She sighed and leaned into my hand as I touched her cheek.

"Mmmkay." She whispered getting up.

We were ready and out the door in no time. The flight and short drive were quiet. With Everly at my side, I know we'll make it through this storm.

"Jinxx, we'll be here soon enough. Why don't you tell me about her? I at least want to know a little something about my niece."

"I haven't seen her in so long. She was a sassy little thing with a big attitude. Once she had her sights on something, there was no changing her mind. She was really smart, loved art and music. When I'd watch her, she'd sing with me while I played my guitar for her. We played with my old action figures and read stories. I would let her stay up and watch horror movies and eat junk Trav wouldn't let her have. We had a blast together."

"Why haven't you seen her in so long babe?"

"Travis and I got in a huge argument. I saw Emily at a restaurant I was playing at. She was there with some guy I didn't know. Then I saw what she showed him. Her arms were covered in new and old bruises. There were tears in her eyes, Travis had to be the cause of it all. He'd been sober since Raven was born, but I instantly knew he had to have fallen off the wagon. He'd never hurt anyone sober."

I sighed.

"Later on, I told Trav what I saw. He blew up, and a lot of hurtful words were said on both ends. He wouldn't let me see my little Blackbird anymore. He'd send anything I sent her back.. I hope She doesn't hate me."
"She'll come around I'm sure she still loves you. It'll take time, but our little family will be whole eventually."

We pulled up to my brother's house and made our way up to the door. I knocked several times, but got no answer.

"I guess she's still not home. Let's go in and wait for her." I told Ever.

I dug the hidden keys out from the fake rock in the planter and went to unlock the door.

[RavenPOV]

I groaned and woke up to an empty bed unlike when I fell asleep, my moron of a boyfriend probably bolted during the night. My eyes trailed around the disaster that is my room, there were broken picture frames and beer bottles everywhere. My parents made the mistake of leaving me alone for a week and the house was trashed beer cans everywhere and the smell of pot lingered in every room of the small ranch house. I lifted my sore body up and sighed seeing the typical note of him threatening to kill me if I said a word about his abuse. I ran my hand through my tangled pitch black hair, there were bruises on the upper part of my arm I had gotten so used to how he treated me it was normal.

"Trevor you are a bastard, but I love you." I growled to myself taking the lamp on the nightstand and throwing it across the room, the ceramic horse shattered into a billion pieces.

Every cell in my body screamed to tell someone about what he did to me, but who would actually care?Tears streamed down my face when I saw blood in the sheets, I knew last night was rough but did he not know self-restraint? Of course he doesn't you stupid girl he hits you why would he be sweet and tender when fucking you. I laughed dryly and shook my head before walking into the bathroom to take a shower, my muscles screamed in protest of moving. Before I stepped into the shower my attention was focused on the mirror, I scowled at the girl staring me down in the mirror.

She was weak, broken, and worthless. The hazel eyes that stared back at me were filled with a mix of hatred and hurt, the two emotions I could feel now. My blood boiled in the veins that contained them, the next few moments felt like my body was on autopilot. My hand clenching into a fist as I stared down my reflection and my right arm raising up to shatter the mirror when my fist collided with it.

Only then did the pain of the glass stabbing into my hand bring me back into control of my own body. I clenched my jaw pulling out the big shards between my knuckles before getting into the shower and cleaning out the wound in my hand and washing myself off. When I got out my eyes darted towards the broken medicine cabinet that held the oxy Trevor left, it was so tempting but I’m not going to stoop to that druggie’s level of moronic actions. After getting dressed in a white Falling In Reverse tank my favorite combat boots and skinny jeans I wrapped my hand up in a combination of gauze and an ace bandage.

“I’m the patron saint of denial with an angel face and a taste for suicidal.” I sang to myself smiling at the words from St. Jimmy by Green Day.

I kicked over the pyramid of beer cans that sat on the floor of the smoke filled living room, I flinched at the sound flashbacks of my father filled my mind.

He had this second personality in public but as soon as he came home he was an abusive asshole. He would throw full bottles of beer at me and beat my mother. It wasn’t until she started getting sick that I got in between them, she had breast cancer and her own husband wouldn’t show compassion. Instead, I became the target of his aggression when he realized his wife was too weak to be beaten and bruised. But his seventeen year old daughter was perfect; just before they left he made sure to get me on the ground and kick my ribs for good measure to make sure I wouldn’t try to run away because his brother would find me.

“Who the fuck is the scumbags brother anyway? Who would leave a child here knowing what he did to my mother?” I yelled at the empty space and threw a full bottle at the door watching it shatter with satisfaction.

I was done with emotions, if he beat me to death for trashing the house good, I cant fucking wait because it’s better than living.I blasted Black Veil Brides Set The World On Fire and proceeded to make an omelet while jumping around as if I was preforming it. Something about the sound of it had always made me feel safe, as if they knew me personally and was there to catch me when I fall. Isn’t that what every fan thinks though? That one of the guys will come and scoop you up from a miserable existence, fat fucking chance of that ever happening.

The omelet was finished and I finally put something into my whining stomach, not eating for a day and a half was typically a bad idea but it became something that I was used to so that my mother could eat a little more to keep her strength up.

My body tensed up as I grabbed a butcher’s knife in my hand so I could throw it at whoever was opening the door, the man and woman that stood in the doorframe looked bewildered as to why I was frozen in my place with a knife in my hand aimed at them.

Something looked so familiar about the man though, I couldn’t put my finger on it but it was a little unsettling to me how the piercing blue eyes instantly made me put the knife down and get into a normal stance. His eyes widened as he noticed the state of the house and my hand that was currently bleeding because I moved it the wrong way so the scab broke. There was a blood stain on the ace bandage and I hid my hand behind myself ashamed of what I did for the first time in my life.

“Who the fuck are you two and why do you have keys to my house?” I snapped at them.

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