Jane's Last Day
Jane is 15, lives in england sometime in the mid 1900's. Alec is with her, her best and only friend. Her last day is tragic, but how did she and her brother come to be with the Volturi?
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1. How Fast Things Change
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The shoe hit my head.
"ALEC! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I squealed. I shouldn't have screamed.
He had been trying to find a pair of his riding shorts he thought I stole.
I told him his horse probably ate them.
Then he began throwing my shoes. It hurt when they hit my bruises.
Alec wasn't the cause of the purple that formed on my skin from yesterday.
Alec was my best friend. Only friend. My brother. He had bruises too.
The flying shoes were just showing his playfulness.
It was all fun, but he was getting annoying. And dangerous for the both of us.
My ballet flat barely missed my torso.
"Alec, please stop, or he'll hear." I pleaded into his brown eyes.
It was too late. I heard the thumping come from the stairwell.
There was a crash and a mumbling. Father had been listening to the radiocast downstairs, and we had disturbed him.
We were a 'well-off' family; our fortune coming from my grandparents. Our mother had died giving birth to Alec.
According to our father, her death was blamed on us.
Our escape from abuse was the horse riding instructions- paid for by mimi and papa.
The top stair creaked under his weight.
My eyes widened, and Alec shut and locked the door.
"Jane, help me shove this against it." He motioned to my bookshelf.
I was small for a fifteen year old, but he was big for a fourteen year old, so we were evenly matched in height and strength.
The wooden case was heavy, and so were our dad's footsteps down the hall.
"Whatter you idiots. Doin." The bookshelf was in place in front of my door, and he kept coming.
I crawled back onto my bed, Alec joined me on the edge of the quilt.
I could hear the jiggling of the brass doorknob. Frustration echoed in father's voice.
"Lemme. In. Damn kids. OPEN THE ****ING DOOR." Something busted against the door. A bottle.
"WHEN I GET THIS DOOR OPEN-" His mumbling cut off, his footsteps trailed loudly away.
"Alec, where did he go? Did he go back down?" I looked at my brother, whose eyes revealed how afraid he was.
"I don't know, Jane. I don't----" His breathing was uneven. His chest heaved. His eyes locked into mine, fear, panic, trouble.
"Oh no." He was having an attack. "Alec, deep breaths. Deep. Breathe with me." I inhaled, he tried to but it was too quickly.
I was sure his throat was closing up as we spoke.
His lungs struggled as he lay on my bed.
"Al, it's okay, he's gone now. It's okay. Remember, breathe like me. Even." Tears filled my eyes. " It's okay, he's-"
As if to contrast my meaning, something deafening cracked against my door. I heard the wood splinter.
He was breaking down the door. The only safety that stood between fear and salvation.
My mouth hung open. I had to help Alec.
"Keep breathing Alec, keep breathing."
I had no clue what to do. We would die. He never used a weapon before, besides his fists.
I sat, frozen on my bed, as I found that the door was completely gone. His stubby fingers poked out from behind the bookcase.
I got up from the mattress and ran to the window.
"Better not HIDE. Pointless," Father's words slurred under his breath, " I will FIND you."
The locks on the rim of the window reluctantly turned, and I slid the window open.
We were on the second floor, but it would be our only escape.
I turned around and looked back to Alec.
His chest was rising more evenly, but it was still labored.
"ArGhhHH," Father yelled.
Something loud hit the floor outside my bedroom.
I prayed it was the axe.
Then my bookshelf toppled over, trapping my leg under it.
It was heavier now that it lay on me. The books and horse ribbons scattered over my floor, and my father stood in the doorway, surrounded by splintered and cracked wood.
Why did he do this? He blamed it all on us for no reason.
He stumbled over until he was a step away from where I struggled on the floor.
His boot met my face.
The shoes that had been thrown at me earlier were no comparison.
I felt liquid enter my mouth from my throat.
"Father, please." I begged, the blood filling my mouth.
He kicked my shoulder. I cried out in pain.
Then the bookshelf was lifted off of me.
I had trouble moving my eyes to see how it was done. Alec stood, clutching the bookshelf; and he righted it.
His hand immediately moved back to his throat when released from the shelf.
Father was angered. He shoved Alec into the door frame, and I heard the sharpened pieces of wood enter his flesh as his back met the ax-destroyed door.
His cry mirrored mine.
My head swirled as I stood up. Alec was mine, and did not deserve to be hurt.
The already bloody boot met Alec's stomach as he crumpled to the floor, and a fist met his head.
I screamed in anger and stared down my father through the blood that dripped off my forehead.
"STOP FATHER STOP!" I took a step towards him and he backed up.
His eyes formed fear, and he writhed and seized.
I could feel myself inflicting this pain.
He fell to the ground, curled in a ball. Still shaking and screaming.
Alec stared at me.
"C'mon Alec, lets go." I wasn't thinking clearly, but I grasped his shirt and pulled him up.
The dark red water soaked his shirt, but he willingly stood up.
We stumbled to the open window. I looked out.
There was a tree close to us, but not one we could reach.
My eyes were blurry and I couldn't see how far up we were.
It was our only escape. Like I had knew it would be.
I glanced back at the door, and saw the large man slowly moving around on the hardwood floor. Coming back.
We had to hurry.
"Alec, we have to jump." He held his stomach and sucked in the oxygen desperately. I still held onto his shirt tightly.
"Hey you." A voice came from out the window. My head turned, the movement hurting my neck.
Something crouched in the tree. Like a cat.
It was a person.
My sight was too blurry, and I stumbled against the window frame, pulling Alec with me.
I tumbled out the window, letting conciousness be lost.
But I held onto Alec, I wouldn't let him stay in that room.
The last thing I felt was my body hitting rocks, even though our lawn was soft, plush grass.