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!




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3. I Think I Love You, Jasper Murray.

 

“I’m going out!” I yelled, shoving the rest of my belongings under my bed. On Saturdays it was ‘Room Tidying Day’. I normally complied with every Sunningdale House rule, but today I was meeting Jasper early. I wanted, no, needed to see him again. I could hear the soft squelch of Sally’s flip flops creeping towards my door. Coming to check on me. As always.

“Have you finished tidying your room yet, Nat?”

“Come and see yourself.”

Sally poked her head around my door suspiciously. I leaned on my bed, kicking the rest of my dirty laundry further into the gloom.

I smiled angelically at Sally. “I’m going out, remember?”

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” I said sweetly.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.”

“Who are you going with?”

“No one!”

Sally laughed, got down on her knees and pulled out my dirty clothes from under my bed. “Well, sounds like fun! But Natalie?”

I rolled my eyes. “What?”

Sally rolled my washing into one ball and tapped me with it. “You need to clean your room first.”

I snatched my washing away and shoved it in my laundry basket. “It is clean.”

Sally turned for the door. “Teenagers…” I heard her sigh, and she shut the door on me.

 

I slammed the door with as much force I could manage as I stormed out the house. I had the temper and the touchiness of my sister, and my brother for that matter. Even if you don’t live with your family you can’t escape the genes.

I peered behind my shoulder. Knowing Sally, she was probably watching out the window to see whom I was meeting. Well, let her look. I could see someone with a gray hoodie casually leaning against the wrought iron gate. Probably not the best thing to do outside a kids home. We didn’t have the best reputation.

But Jasper didn’t mind one bit. In fact one of the reasons we’re together is because I’m a care kid. When I moved to high school Jasper was already in year nine and put in charge of me. We were good friends then, Jasper and I. He was like a brother to me when I was younger; showing me to classrooms, helping with my homework and even inviting me to his house for dinner. Whenever I questioned him Jasper would always explain to me that I was in care, I needed someone to take care of me. That person was meant to be him.

 

I didn’t realize what we were until my fifteenth birthday. Rick was D.J and in charge of the music. I danced with all my friends in turn: swirling with Suzie, jiving with Jasmine and bopping with Briony. It seemed like the best birthday ever. At the time I didn’t realize Jasper standing in the corner, holding a bottle of beer and staring dejectedly into space. Then the slow dance came on. All my friends had boyfriends. Everyone except me. I had prepared to sit this one out, and turned to go, when Jasper caught me around the hip. I turned to look up at him, smiling.

“Hey, Jasper,” I said. “Thanks for coming.”

Jasper grinned his lopsided grin. “S’alright. Having a good time?”

“I suppose. For a party held in a care home.”

Jasper grabbed my hand and clasped it in his, held to his heart. “Hey,” he said, frowning, “This place is nothing to be ashamed of.”

I laughed. “If you say so.”

 

Then all of a sudden, Jasper twirled me around in a circle, so I felt like Cinderella. I laughed a little awkwardly. Jasper tightened his arm around my waist. We swayed in silence for a while, my chin resting on his shoulder. I hadn’t realized how tall Jasper was getting. He was seventeen now, soon he would be in college. Then university. Then married. I dreaded the thought. Urgently I hugged Jasper tighter, holding his neck firmly so he would never leave me.

 

Jasper pulled me back to look at him. I stared back, the music reaching a climax. I don’t think any of us realized what was happening when he slowly leaned in and touched his lips to mine. At first the shock froze me, but after a second I relaxed.

Jasper’s lips felt warm, soft. The movement in which our mouths moved together felt comfortable and natural. I didn’t care who was staring. I didn’t care where we were. I only stood on the very tips of my toes and gripped his neck securely, my fingers tangled in his sandy hair.

 

It felt like the next beat when the song changed. I leaned back just enough so our foreheads were touching. Jasper’s breathing was getting heavier, and it tickled my hot face.

“Hey, Nat…” Jasper stuttered ashamedly, “I’m… I’m sorry…”

“Jasper,” I whispered hastily, my finger against his lips, “I think I…”

“What?” Jasper smiled.

 

“I think I love you, Jasper Murray.”

He laughed, hugging me to his chest.

“I think I love you too, Natalie Balmer.”  

 

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