Forgiving Justice

"...So it came a bit of a shock to me when I saw what was happening between Bella and Theo. No one would have guessed that anything like that could happen to us: the happy go lucky Balmers and Kensits living in the big house on the corner. But that’s the funny thing about life.
You never know what’s coming next."

Fifteen year old Natalie Balmer/Kensit has never really felt like she belongs. Throughout her childhood she was continually bounced from one home to another- whilst keeping a terrible secret that her older sister Bella was being brutally abused.
Now, living in care, seperated from her family and in a steady relationship with boyfriend Jasper, Natalie is shocked to find her past being dragged out in front of her.

Theo is back. And his story's in court.

Natalie, as the only witness to Bella and Theo's injustice, is now compelled to make a life changing decision- Keep her families together?

Or serve Bella justice and send her sister to prison?

Coming soon!


7. Cracked.

"You cracked."

"I know."

I was lying facing south, staring out of Jasper's huge bedroom window. The birds flew wordlessly past, not looking in. But why should they? No one need know. No one need know that Jasper had broken his promise.

His thumb made comforting circles on my hand. I leant back until my lips reached his neck, I could feel his strong muscular chest behind my shirt; warm but hard.

It was better than I had expected. Better than I had ever imagined. Losing my virginity with Jasper was the best thing that had ever happened to me. 

Slowly, I turned to face Jasper. His face was awash with guilt and misery. Carefully, I raised my hand and stroked his face with my little finger. Jasper didn't move, just stared silently at the ceiling. 

It was a long time before I plucked up the courage to speak. "Say something." I begged.

Jasper opened his fuming eyes and glared at me. "Did I hurt you, Natalie?"

"Of course not!"

Jasper's eyes were fierce. "Natalie," he growled, "Tell me the truth!"

I pushed myself up, so that I was leaning on my elbows. In truth, the only thing I could feel right now was complete and utter happiness.

"Jasper," I said, "I love you."

"I love you too, Nat. But this was irresponsible of me.

I threw my arms up in the air. "We didn't have a choice!"

"There's always a choice!"


Shocked tears fell quietly down my cheeks as Jasper roughly pushed away the duvet and sat on the edge of his bed, his back to me. Blinking through my wet eyes I could see Jasper's broad shoulders, tanned and robust, steadily moving up and down as if even breathing required great effort. I was still crying when Jasper finally turned again to face me, even when he pulled me into his lap and began kissing my hair softly. I knew I was forgiven. But that didn't stop the incessant tearing at my heart. 

Rejection flooded through me.

"You felt sorry for me, didn't you?" I muttered. It wasn't really a question. Merely a statement of fact.

Jasper's lips lingered in my hair. "Sorry for you?"

"Yes." I mumbled. "You slept with me because you felt sorry for me."

I thought that Jasper would scold me, tell me that I was being ridiculous, just like all those other times when I thought my love was unrequited. But Jasper laughed instead; deep rumbling laughs that vibrated gently against my cold skin.

"Natalie," He chuckled, "I could think of a hundred and one reasons why I decided I wanted to sleep with you this afternoon. But believe me, feeling sorry for you isn't one of them."

i thumped him with a pillow, glad Jasper was no longer sulky. "So you're forgetting about your deal then?"

Jasper wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. "Oh no, don't worry Natalie, you're still going to have to marry me. There's no getting away that easily."

I snuggled closer into his hard chest. "It doesn't seem like such a bad idea now," I murmured, twisting myself so we were face to face. "Maybe we could..." I pressed my lips gently to Jasper's.

Jasper returned my kiss for a moment, then gradually pulled away.

"Come on, Natalie. We're going to have to talk about this sooner or later."

I sighed. "Look, I've already told you..."

Jasper interrupted me. "No no, not about that, though we'll get around to it, don't worry," he added seriously, "No, I think we need to talk about that phone call."

I froze. My eyes felt like they had been stuck open with the toughest super glue. I couldn't blink, or breathe.

"No!" I gasped.

"Look Nat, I know it's hard but we need to figure out what to do. We can't just pretend this isn't happening. Bella needs you!"

My palms began to sweat. "Don't say her name," I panted. My throat was closing in on me. The memories were coming. Please, don't do this to me! Please to God, Bella, stop!

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was seven years old again. I was Natalie Balmer, the quiet one, the nice one, the one who never got into any trouble. But I was also the one who saw everything. 

It was the night of my big sister's eleventh birthday. I had just gone to get myself a drink from the kitchen, taking my time choosing my favourite mug, unscrewing the lid of the carton millimetre by millimetre and pouring the milk just so, so that you couldn't hear a single splash. This was my nightly routine. I did the same activities every single night for as far back as I can remember. It wasted time, put off having to go to sleep and made me so exhausted by the time I did drag myself up the stairs that my mind was too tired to conjure up a nightmare.

But nothing worked. Nothing kept away the terrifying dreams that would shock me out of sleep, screaming like a banshee, sweating like a pig. 

I had seen Theo do things to Bella before. Terrible things. Disturbing things. But that was nothing compared to what I witnessed that night. 

The milk in my mug started rippling. I looked up to the chandelier above me.

That was shaking too.

Something was going on upstairs.

Two names entered my mind. It's Bella, my unconscious mind whispered to me, It's Theo. 

I tiptoed carefully through the kitchen and around the huge drawing room until I reached the hall. Tonight seemed the same as any other night, a night filled with pain, abuse and brutality. 

But something was different also.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was a new taste of apprehension in the air that didn't quite make sense. 

Something bad was going to happen.

It was then when I heard voices. "Pathetic. Loser." My sister growled. 

Some scuffling. Some yelps. Some cries of anger and pain.

I hesitated. That wasn't my sister's cry. That was my brother's. 

Bile rose in my stomach like the mercury in a thermometer. They were by the stairs. Suddenly, without my command, my voice began to scream at Bella.

"No! Please! No!"

My eyes, wet with tears, were met with hers, mad and frenzied. A wicked smile glinted in the gloom. There was no point trying to stop her. Tonight was the night I had been waiting for.

Tonight was the last stand.

Somehow, despite my age, I couldn't bring myself to look away when Bella pushed Theo. It was like a duty of mine, a sick kind of faithfulness I owed to my soon-to-be-dead brother. 

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Tears poured endlessly down my cheeks. Jasper clung to me, hushing my broken sobs. I looked up to meet his dejected gaze. We kissed, but it was more out of desperate need for love than actual passion.

I heard a key turn in the lock. Neither of us had the desire to move.

It was then when Eden burst in. She took one shocked look at our tear stained faces, Jasper's iron grip around my waist, my head resting heavily on his bare chest.


"Oh." Was all she said.






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