Post by lorilie on Aug 29, 2010 20:52:34 GMT -6
Jack saw her flinch and shrink away slightly, so he set himself down carefully on the floor. Scar's arms were wrapped around Gemma, and her face was buried in the dog's neck. Jack had seen the dog go through this position many times before with Wes.
Finding out his sexuality had been difficult for his little brother. For one, Wes had never been good with people, except for his brother, who was more of twin to him than an older sibling. But even then, when Wes had to cry about being a freak, unsure of why he was like how he was, he'd always searched for comfort in Gemma rather than Jack, because Gemma was not a person.
Jack sat in a stunned silence at Scar's explanation, quietly pondering an answer that would be interpreted correctly. Neither Jack nor Mason had been abused, and they'd never been around anyone who'd been abused before. In truth, Scar seemed perfectly normal to him, besides the fact that she was the only person who'd ever stolen his heart like this. He'd just assumed she was so quiet because she was shy, not because of... Her father.
If Jack had known the man, then he'd be all over him, tearing at him like a wild animal. The sixteen year old had never stood for injustice or mistreatment, and even though he'd never had to defend someone from something other than themselves, he'd have fought teeth and nail to keep Scar safe from the harm her father could inflict on her.
He took a silent breath, then tried to find the right words in desperation. "Scar, I could never hurt you, or take advantage of you. I was raised to be an honest soul. And even though you haven't known me for that long, I hope you can believe me. What your father did was horrible to you... I'll make sure it never happens again."
Gemma rested her chin on the sobbing girl's shoulder, breathing slowly and softly, She merely concentrated on calming the human female down, for when she did, the crying would cease and then the feeling of despair in the atmosphere would be vanquished.
The dog was used to Wes crying into her, but she'd never been sobbed to so quietly. Wes' tear had come in hard-gut wreching sobs of pure anguish, Violent, and throat-clogging, his tears were ones of pure guilt for something he couldn't control. While the girl's feelings were the same, her way of showing sadness was so differant, it had actually taken Gemma by suprise. She had actually been a little unsure as to whether or not she'd done the right thing.
Finding out his sexuality had been difficult for his little brother. For one, Wes had never been good with people, except for his brother, who was more of twin to him than an older sibling. But even then, when Wes had to cry about being a freak, unsure of why he was like how he was, he'd always searched for comfort in Gemma rather than Jack, because Gemma was not a person.
Jack sat in a stunned silence at Scar's explanation, quietly pondering an answer that would be interpreted correctly. Neither Jack nor Mason had been abused, and they'd never been around anyone who'd been abused before. In truth, Scar seemed perfectly normal to him, besides the fact that she was the only person who'd ever stolen his heart like this. He'd just assumed she was so quiet because she was shy, not because of... Her father.
If Jack had known the man, then he'd be all over him, tearing at him like a wild animal. The sixteen year old had never stood for injustice or mistreatment, and even though he'd never had to defend someone from something other than themselves, he'd have fought teeth and nail to keep Scar safe from the harm her father could inflict on her.
He took a silent breath, then tried to find the right words in desperation. "Scar, I could never hurt you, or take advantage of you. I was raised to be an honest soul. And even though you haven't known me for that long, I hope you can believe me. What your father did was horrible to you... I'll make sure it never happens again."
Gemma rested her chin on the sobbing girl's shoulder, breathing slowly and softly, She merely concentrated on calming the human female down, for when she did, the crying would cease and then the feeling of despair in the atmosphere would be vanquished.
The dog was used to Wes crying into her, but she'd never been sobbed to so quietly. Wes' tear had come in hard-gut wreching sobs of pure anguish, Violent, and throat-clogging, his tears were ones of pure guilt for something he couldn't control. While the girl's feelings were the same, her way of showing sadness was so differant, it had actually taken Gemma by suprise. She had actually been a little unsure as to whether or not she'd done the right thing.