Chapter 8:
**Ok here's a chapter, I'm hoping to try to write more if I can, depends on how busy I am with next weeks exams.**
I moved into a new place after my father was taken for trial and then imprisoned for the death of Jadon. My new family was a very kind family that cared immensely for me. My foster family, originally a turkish family, was a very caring and hardworking family. They did everything in their hands to make sure I was the happiest kid on the face of the earth.

Aleve and Emin were a kind and caring pair. They weren’t very social and kept mostly to their small group of friends. Originally of Turkish descent, Aleve was able to speak fluent Turkish, while Emin, who was also a descendant from Turkey, barely knew anything about Turkey and the culture there. Although both of their names indicated they were Turkish, they both were greatly influenced by their upbringing in the United States.

Aleve and Emin considered themselves Muslims, but never went into depth to find out much about the religion. They knew that they shouldn’t eat pork and drink alcohol, but other than that they were just as the other American people out there. They didn’t know much about prayer and they didn’t seem bothered without it.

Christian came to live in Aleve and Emin’s house as they wanted a child they could take as their own. They had a suitable room ready, and they were ready to help him with anything he needed.

As they went to pick Christian up and bring him home they were exceedingly excited and decided to stop by an icecream shop on the way home.

As they arrived to pick Christian up..

“Hi, I’m Aleve and here’s Emin, and you’re Christian, right?”

Chris was quite taken aback by Aleve’s outgoing personality, he stood there in shock, almost unable to speak.

“Well, umm,” He stuttered, “You can call me Chris, I guess...” His voice trailed off, still slightly shy.

“Got all your stuff lil’ buddy?” Emin asked..

“Well here’s everything I’ve got,” Chris said, handing Emin a backpack with all the personal belonging he thought were necessary for his survival.

“You sure, kiddo? Just one backpack?”

“Yeah, its all my important stuff,” Chris wondered why Emin was so surprised. His PSP, 2 changes of clothes, his Ipod, the games he got for Christmas, his tooth brush, and some of his favorite books were all that he will ever need...Or so he thought when he was told to pack his stuff.

“Hop in then and we’ll be right on our way,” Emin said as he looked around for Aleve who he knew would take care of all the paperwork necessary.

Soon enough they were on the road, going right over to The Cold Stone Creamery, the place that had the best(est) icecream in town.

“So let’s start with the important questions, shall we?” Aleve began.

“Okaaaay....” Chris tried to act as if he was within his own family, yet his voice still didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to.

“What’s your favorite icecream flavor?” Aleve said, smiling and turning around in her seat to face Chris who was sitting in the backseat.

Chris chuckled, surprised by the question, since he prepared himself to be interrogated.

“Well, I guess I’d have to say Cookie Dough icecream is the best one out there.”

“Really? Well mine is Mint Chocolate Chip cuz it’s the best thing ever invented.” She smiled as she turned back to looking out the front window.

“What’s your favorite flavor Emin?” Chris asked, now curious.

“Well, you guess...”

“Umm Chocolate?”

“Nope”

“Vanilla?”

“Nu-uh”

“C’mon I give up, tell me” Chris found it easy to get along with these people and became comfortable in their presence very quickly.

Aleve turned around in her seat and faced Chris and indicated for him to come closer so she could tell him a secret.

“It’s cookie dough, too!” She whispered in his ear.

“Noooo!!” He smiled in surprise. “Really?”

Soon enough they were joking and laughing and Chris was having the best time in his life. He never felt so easy in such a long time that he’d forgotten what feeling good felt like. Then he remembered Jadon and how he was missing out on such an awesome experience and a sad smile appeared on his face. He still regretted that he didn’t leave that night.

So so so so so sorry

I can't write here for a while, my mind currently is stressed and with that I can write too well, so I'll get back to this once a few things are sorted out.

Chapter 7

Dad was nice to us for the first two weeks mom was gone, but soon enough he got sick and tired of doing all the work alone. Now that I’m old enough to understand, he went into great depression. That wasn’t ever a good thing...

Chris stood in the kitchen putting cherry tomatoes in small plastic lunch bags, thinking to himself. He then remembered that he had to wake everyone up this morning. It was a new tradition, since his mother got sick and left. They took turns making lunch and waking each other up. Usually these turns went from Chris to Samuel, but occasionally Jadon got his turn. Jadon was now 9, Chris 12. This made things easier since they were both old enough to semi-understand their situation.

One night, Dad came home very angry. He looked beaten and terrible and was completely infuriated...

Samuel returned home completely drunk and used up. Although this wasn’t a usual habit, Samuel began drinking almost nightly since that day. This caused him to lose control of his temper, which became dangerous when he was around Jadon and Chris.

Chris being older and more understanding would tell Jadon to go to his room before they got in trouble with their father.

That night I was stupid, I wasn’t one bit lucky...

Chris left to spend the night at his friend’s, still being a child, he took the chance to enjoy himself.

All I remember was that I went over to my friend’s house. This was a friend I had known ever since childhood and his mom was my mom’s close friend. When I came back home....

“Jadon!!! Jadon!!!” Chris stared at his brother in surprise...

“JADON!!” Chris was now yelling, grabbing his brother from the front of his shirt....

Jadon didn’t respond, he simply lay on the ground lifelessly. The bloodstains and bruises all over his body marked every injury inflicted. Almost every single body part of his had one affliction or another. If a person didn’t know Jadon very well they wouldn’t have noticed him. He was almost completely mutilated.

I was never to live life the same again... I vowed to never talk to my father after that. I felt like the whole world was against me, mom never called and soon I was sent to live in a foster home...

Mary looked through the newspaper as she lay in bed. Headlines said, “Drunk father abuses son to death.” She skimmed through the article thinking how common these things happened these days, when suddenly...

“Samuel Spencer was taken to jail after abusing his younger son, Jadon. After coming home from a friend’s house early on Saturday morning, Christian Spencer, 12, found his younger brother laying limp on the floor. He immediately called 911 hoping to save his brother, but sadly...”

Mary quickly looked up to the top of the newspaper and looked at the picture of Jadon. He had changed so much since she has left that she barely recognized him. He was smiling happily in the photo they chose to put on the newspaper. Mary wiped the tears that were running down her face uncontrollably. She slowly got out of bed and walked out of her room into the living room. She found her mother sitting on the couch in tears, after reading what had happened.

I remember the dimples that used to appear on his face when he smiled, he could be the most annoying bro in the world, but he always showed immense concern when he saw that you were hurt or felt down. He always brought me a cup of water or juice when I was watching TV with him. He absolutely loved popcorn and Slurpee's from 7-11. Those would pass for his two favorite foods if pizza didn’t exist.

I remember the day of the funeral, I was the only person from Jadon’s immediate family there. Everyone constantly reminded me that my single best friend at home is gone. I never thought that he’d leave....leave me alone... We always fought the world together. I betrayed him by not staying there that night. If only I could’ve saved his life, I wouldn’t have been in so much regret. But thanks to God, I have been able to overcome that slowly... I’ve been able to move on, to keep going with life. To know that it isn’t all my fault. To understand that....That it’s …. Fate..

Chapter 7: Teaser XP

One night, Dad came home very angry. He looked beaten and terrible and was completely infuriated...

Samuel returned home completely drunk and used up....

That night I was stupid, I wasn’t one bit lucky...

Chris left to spend the night at his friend’s, still being a child, he took the chance to enjoy himself.

All I remember was that I went over to my friend’s house. This was a friend I had known ever since childhood and his mom was my mom’s close friend. When I came back home....

“Jadon!!! Jadon!!!” Chris stared at his brother in surprise...

“JADON!!” Chris was now yelling, grabbing his brother from the front of his shirt.......

*If things go well, inshallah, this chapter should be out tomorrow.*

Chapter 6

Sorry it's short, but inshallah there will be more out tomorrow. :D Enjoy and sorry it took so long.

Life was hard for us at that time...Dad was filled with depression and we spent our time doing many things kids didn’t do, like cooking and cleaning.

Soon enough Mary had to stop working, and with this she felt that she needed to leave the house, to loosen the burden on Samuel. So soon enough...

Mom one day took me into her room and told me, “Chris, I’m really sick, so I’ll be leaving, once I get better, I’ll come back here and we’ll be together again.” Next I knew, she was gone.

Christian stood there in complete shock. How could a 10 year old accept the fact that his mom was just walking out the door right in front of him. “Be strong, Chris,” echoed in his head.

“Mom..........” He tried saying, but nothing came out.

“Mom, come back.....”

Christian grabbed the phone on the kitchen counter, and dialed Samuel’s number, but no one was answering. Christian’s mind was racing, wake up Jadon? Or just wait till Samuel came back? Chris just sat on the couch and switched on the TV.

“....yellow and porous is he.

Sponge Bob Square Pants!

If nautical nonsense be somethin' ya wish.

Sponge Bob Square Pants!

Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish.

Sponge Bob Square Pants!”

Soon, after Spongebob was over, Chris fell asleep on the couch...

“CHRIS!! CHRIS!!” Yelled Samuel.

“Chris! Where’s your mom?” Chris was shot back to reality.

“Umm, mom?....” A lump developed in his throat...

“She …..said...” He couldn’t hold it in anymore, he was now sobbing.

Samuel stood there wide eyed at his son crying on the couch, what could have possibly happened? Where in the world did she go?

Suddenly....The telephone rang.

“Mary?” Samuel answered.

Samuel bit his lip, why would she call now?

“Oh I’m sorry,” he explained, “I just was waiting for a call from errr, someone else, Thanks and bye.” He didn’t care what the other person had to say, he wanted to know where in the world Mary went....

Exams

I'm kinda busy with exams now, so story is gonna have to wait a bit. Sorry, y'all.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Age 10

Although Mary was diagnosed with leukemia, she still worked to help sustain the family. She quit her morning job and worked on something that didn’t require her to be in the office everyday. She started chemotherapy and when she remained in the hospital for treatment, she’d take her Macbook with her and do her work.

“Hi, Mom, look what we brought you!” Jadon and Christian said in unison.

“Oh, hi kiddos!” Her face lit up at the sight of her two little munchkins. She could never leave these two in the world alone. She’d fight for her life to stay alive for them.

“Mom? When are you gonna come home again?” Asked Jadon. He wished Mary would come home, since it was never the same when she kept leaving for chemotherapy treatments in the hospital.

“It’s all right Jade, I’ll be home soon, make sure dad helps you with your homework,k?” She was always the one to help them out, but it was hard to do that when visits were barely allowed in the hospital, especially for kids.

We went and visited her everyday when she’d go for treatment, and when she was at home, we tried to be extra helpful so that she’d get better faster. Oh how naive we were as kids, thinking she’d get better sooner.

Chris was now old enough to help make some kind of sustaining food since he was 10 years old now. He got out the box of Mac’ n Cheese and read the directions. After he finished cooking it up, he put bowls on the table for everyone and told them to come and eat.

“Yumm!” Mary said, “Mac’ n Cheese never tasted better, thanks Chris.”

“It’s all right mom, I just want you to get better,” Chris smiled, praising himself for his good work.

“Chris, can you gimme some more?” Jadon said, waving his bowl around hoping for more.

“All righty, man, but after this we gotta agree to let Mom rest more, K?” Chris tried to keep Jadon’s loud voice and personality toned down for his mother’s comfort.

Jadon didn’t really know Samuel’s harsh side. Whenever Jadon did anything Chris always took the blame, he wanted Jadon to see Samuel as a loving and caring father, so most of the time, Chris got in trouble. This caused Jadon to become a bit more spoilt and loud. He got what he wanted and never got punished for his mess ups. Chris willingly took the beatings, because he knew that Jadon would be ruined forever if he ever got beaten.

Jadon never saw dad beat me, never knew he did. I loved Jadon too much and to see him get hit, that would just hurt me. It would just kill me. I was older. I knew the beatings and could handle them.
Those days Dad was out of the house alot. He would take us to visit Mom in the hospital, but more than that he’d be out, except on weekends, which were usually spent at the hospital. I’d get the beatings for the messes in the car, or something getting spilled on the floor,when I got home.

Jadon was now 7 years old and was a very good friend to Chris. They hardly fought over stuff and they spent alot of time playing games, or shooting hoops in the front yard. They’d go to the park together with the neighbor and she’d always watch them until they were done, then she’d take them home.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:
Age 8

When I was 8 years old, I heard something that should have never entered my mind, something that no normal child could endure, or maybe even understand. I was walking up the stairs one night from the basement, where the playroom and TV were. I wanted to get a cup of water, after all that fun on the Wii Fit I needed a drink. I was a few stairs away from the top and the door to the house was slightly open.

Samuel and Mary sat at the dinner table talking about various topics when Mary slowly looked down at her food. She pushed it around like a kid would when playing with food they don’t want to eat.

“Samuel,” she said slowly, hoping he didn’t hear her.

“Honey? Is there something wrong,” anyone would know from Mary’s tone that something was wrong.

“It’s nothing Samuel, nothing...” her voice trailed off even though she tried to sound upbeat.

Samuel got up out of his chair, took his plate to the sink and brought back a cup of water. He took the seat next to Mary and sat down. He looked straight at her, looked at her straight in the eyes.

“Spill it, spill it all,” he said.

“Samuel...” she was holding back tears.

“The results, they were...” she was almost sobbing now, “they came back.”

At this point, I was still clueless, I knew nothing about results, doctor appointments that meant bad news, or anything of that sort.

“What is it, Mary?”

She shook her head as if to indicate negative. Samuel’s jaw almost fell on the floor from intensity the news.

‘How? It’s impossible? No! It can’t be.’

Samuel looked at Mary for support, but she was sobbing uncontrollably. He got up instantly, put the cup in the sink and opened the partially open door.

Dad saw me sitting there on the stairs, at that point his mood fluctuated in so many different ways, I was lost.

“Chris! What are you doing here?!” He shouted

“Umm, sorry, Dad.” Chris was afraid from Samuel’s wrath.

“It’s alright, son.” His face transformed from red and angry, to one almost like a little pleading kid.

Samuel noticed Jadon sitting a few steps down from Chris. It was amazing how well those two got along, Samuel thought. They were the best friends who were siblings.

Dad picked Jadon up, even though Jadon was now almost 5 and a half, and took him into Jadon and my room. I ran into the room and me, Jadon and dad wrestled for a while. I remember the whole time dad was laughing, but tears were flowing down onto his cheeks the whole time.

“Dad, look at you cwying,” Jadon said, in his baby talk filled accent.

“Shut up, Jadon!” Said Chris.

“Chris, remember what we said about bad words?” Samuel said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Sorry, Dad.”

I just hoped everything would be all right after that. Things that I didn’t understand didn’t bother me back then, I just left everything to my parents, who were always the heros at making life right.