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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21. Never From Jasper.

Being with Eden reminded me of how short and fleeting childhood was. A few years ago Eden had cute posters of bunnies on the walls and one-eyed teddy bears drooped around the place; but now, aged twelve, her room was littered with Twilight books and lip gloss, her walls adorned with pop stars and boy bands. 

I suppose it was sad in a way, but I thought that Eden was beautiful- inside and out. She was an exact female copy of Jasper in every way possible: which included her good looks and sensitive personality. Now, we sat together at her desk with about a million maths textbooks opened up around us; praying for a miracle. Eden was amazing, but maths was not her strongest suit.

I had spent a whole day at Jasper's house. Julie had asked no questions when I arrived, miserable and dripping with rainwater, and had asked no questions throughout the rest of the day, apart from what I wanted in my sandwich at lunchtime. 

Doing everyday household chores with Julie had calmed me; I had managed to tidy the kitchen, clean the bathroom, do the ironing and the washing up after lunch. When Eden arrived home at four she hadn't questioned my presence either, just dragged me upstairs and asked (forced) me to help her with studying for the maths test she had tomorrow.

I was happy for the distraction.

I was beginning to feel normal again.

That's when we heard the key turn in the front door.

"Typical," Eden muttered resentfully. "I've got spend just an hour with you all on my own and now he's turned up to ruin it."

I gasped, grabbing Eden's arm. "You think that it's Jasper? I thought it was your Dad!"

Eden rolled her beautiful sapphire eyes. "Of course it's him," she said, "as I said before, it's typical. And besides, Dad doesn't come home till seven."

I froze. Jasper was going to kill me. "Eden," I asked her desperately, "do you think it's too late to..."

"Yes. It is."

Eden was right, it was typical. I turned around slowly, waiting until the last minute to look at his face.

Jasper was standing there by the doorway, his fists balled at his sides, his uniform slightly crumpled from the wears of the day. Jasper's face was absolutely livid, and his angry expression was directed straight at me.

"Eden," he addressed his sister crisply, "would you please excuse Natalie for a moment?"

I widened my eyes at Eden, shaking my head ever so slightly.

Thankfully, Eden narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms stubbornly. "Natalie is helping me with my..."

"Now, Eden." Jasper was terrifying. Eden sighed at squeezed my hand as an apology. I smiled weakly at her, grateful I had such a good friend, and braced myself for the wrath of Jasper. Grabbing my arm forcefully, he led me to his room down the hallway, not speaking one word to me. When we got there he let my arm go and I sat on his bed, trying to think up a believable excuse.

Jasper held his head in his hands, pacing back and forth agonisingly. "Natalie, do you have any idea of the hell you put me through today?" His voice wobbled slightly at the end.

"Look, Jasper, I'm sorry..."

"I thought that this was a repeat of what we were talking about this morning!" Jasper sighed, and lowered his voice suddenly. "I thought you had run away."

My heart sank guiltily. In truth... I kind of had run away. But not from Jasper. Never from Jasper.

A solitary tear descended from his ghost-white face. He ran a shaking hand through his disheveled hair. "Never do that to me again."

Moaning slightly at the obvious pain I had caused him, I leapt up and dived into his arms. He held me tighter than he had ever done before, stroking my hair and planting sweet little kisses on my face and down my neck. It was only in that moment  when I realised how desperate Jasper was feeling, how he thought he had lost me to the cold dark streets, how he had thought he would never be able to kiss me like this again.

I was melting.

"Jasper, you're going to make me faint," I sighed, though not completely resistant.

"Fine by me," Jasper whispered, and pulled me onto the bed and into his lap. We lay like that for a while, both of us thinking our own thoughts, both of our hearts beating in perfect syncopation. After a while Jasper leant over the side of the bed and grabbed the T.V remote. "Let's see what's on," he said. Jasper flicked aimlessly while I dozed on his chest, and soon enough he stayed on a channel long enough for me to open my eyes and see what was on the screen.

The channel that Jasper had stopped on was a news programme, and the images on the screen were grave: a village in India had been flooded and the devastation had meant that the people who lived there were 40% more poverty stricken than before. Only three people had died, however one of those three people was a ten year old girl; who had saved her younger sister from the raging flood by going in and pulling her sister out but was swept away herself in the process. 

Jasper tutted. "It's amazing what some people would do for family. At the end of the day there's always a choice, you always have to sacrifice one thing to save another."

Reflexively I wrenched myself out of Jasper's arms and sprung up, quivering with anger, fear, guilt and a million other emotions. I heard the bedsprings squeak as Jasper got up slowly and came to stand behind me. "Natalie?" He asked cautiously, placing a hand lightly on my shoulder for fear I would retaliate.

I didn't look at him.

I was right before.

At some point I would have to choose between Bella and Theo, and everyone knew it. The aggravating thing was though: they were all automatically assuming I would save Bella instead of Theo, but why? Were they even considering that unlike them, Theo was my own flesh and blood. He might not be Jamie or the twin's brother, but he was mine.

I needed some air.

"I've..." I concentrated on breathing in and out slowly to stop myself from screaming in exasperation. "I've got to go."

"But Natalie..." Jasper called after me, confused and hectic at the same time, trying to get to the door before I did.

But it was too late.

I was down the stairs and out of the door before the tears started to fall.

 

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