Everything She Is

Chapter Five : Everything is yours

Naomi's POV,

"Stop right there, you rat!" Jason shouted behind me as I ran downstairs out of my room. Reaching there, I hid behind his big couch and closed my eyes so he wouldn't find me.

"Why are you so stupid? Do you think I won't see you if you close your eyes?" His voice sounded so near. I closed my eyes more tightly and pressed into the back of the couch.

I opened my eyes in panic when I felt a hand grabbing the back of my shirt and yanking me up to my feet. Slowly turning around, I saw Jason looking like he wanted to pee so badly but was holding it back. "The back of the couch, Naomi, where you were hiding is directly in front of the stairs, you idiot."

I frowned and looked at him when I didn't understand what he said but glared at him when my brain registered that he called me an i***t.

"What are you glaring at? Did you forget this is my house?" He also glared at me, removing his grip from my shirt.

In the few days I have been living with Jason, I learned that he was still my enemy and he still didn't like me. I also learned that he and Nolan didn't know I was Nolan's sister and thought of me as an abused girl who resembled his sister and decided to let me live here. I want to tell them that I am the Naomi they thought was dead but I didn't know how do I tell them. Sometimes it really made me cry that I couldn't speak.

Jason told me that I could eat what I make for them and that I should eat so much food, so that I gain vitamins and proteins and that I was too thin. He always forced me to eat so much food, even more than I could digest and that sometimes resulted in me throwing up all the things I ate. Seeing that Nolan said that I could eat as much as I wanted and to not listen to Jason and he was stupid. Carter and Finn and Courtney also started hanging out with me over the days and I became very good friends with Carter. He was the only one that always talked to me and never swore, others swore all the time and their swearing really brought out bad memories from when I used to live with Simone.

Jason bought me a phone a few days ago and was pressuring me to learn it. I didn't want to use it, I didn't have anyone to call, so why waste my time learning it? Today also, he woke me up and started forcing me to learn using phone but I didn't want to, so I was running away from him.

He didn't even give me food today.

"Dude." A hand waved in front me, bringing me out of my thoughts and back to scarson.

Yes, I named him scarson because he is scary and he is Jason. He also called me rat, so I can give him an ugly name too.

I stared at him, waiting for him to speak but all he did was to stare back. "Oh." He blinked. "Sometimes I really forget that you don't speak."

I looked down.

"And sometimes it feels like a blessing. Because then I don't have to hear your ugly voice. I bet your voice is hard for ears, that's why God made it go away." Tears prickled my eyes at the mean comment but I didn't say anything, just sucked in a deep breath by my nose and looked down, blinking the tears away.

I knew he was just kidding, Finn told me not to take Jason's mean words seriously because he usually didn't mean it and said the opposite of what he wanted to say but it still hurt. He didn't know what I had to go through, he didn't have to go through what I had been going through for god knows how many years.

Suddenly, I was so angry at him, so angry that he made fun of my inability, so angry that he always glared at me, always scolded me and so, so angry that he called me a rat.

"Ow! What the f**k?"

I just glared at him angrily and gritted my teeth. It hurt!

"Why the f**k would you bite me, you crazy woman!"

He rushed forward to grab me but I was already running away from him towards the front door and out of the house. My feet stopped in their own accord as I, for the very first time in a long long time, looked at the bright sun shining in the blue, clear sky.

I couldn't remember the last time I had seen the daylight or even stepped out of the house during the day. I looked at the green grass in the lawn, the slow music of birds chirping, growls of cars passing by and a few people talking, walking and laughing on the road.

I wonder if I would have been one of them if I wasn't caught in that fire years ago and Simone hadn't taken me away. Would I have been going to school like Jason and Nolan go? I could still be speaking, couldn't I?

"It's your first time."

I turned around to see Jason looking at me with a strange expression on his face as he stared at me. I nodded and looked away from to look at the scenery outside of his house.

"You know I didn't mean what I said in there, right?"

I ignored him and continued looking forward.

A gentle tug on my elbow brought me out of my awe and I turned to Jason.

"I'm sorry."

He was silent for a moment and then-

"I've never said sorry to anyone, you know? It's kind of a big deal."

Liar. He said sorry to me and his mom and my mom all the time.

But because he said I look like a fifteen year old and that I act like a kid, which I do not, I decided to be good and forgive him. So, I smiled at him and then turned back to watching morning sun.

Silence.

"You know, Carter studies psychology." Jason said.

I turned to him and looked at his expectantly, telling him to speak.

"He was saying that maybe, you will be able to speak again. You just need some treatment, he is willing to help you treat, too. And you like Carter, don't you?"

Be able to speak again?

"Yes, speak and you will get another spank."

"Scream babydoll, I love hearing your screams."

"You b***h! Speak or I'll burn your hand again."

Tears started falling from my eyes as those bad memories started resurfacing in front of my eyes and I shook my head violently. I don't want to speak, they'll hit me, I don't want to speak at all.

"Oh, come on. Don't start crying everytime I say something, it's really annoying sometimes."

I looked at him through teary eyes and shook my head in a firm no.

He sighed. "We'll discuss this matter later. Right now, you need to make me something to eat and then we'll eat. I will teach you how to text today."

I loved eating food, Simone's and the other men never let me eat food, I had to eat what was left from their food, sometime I didn't get to eat for days. Jason let me eat with him, he even bought me tasty food from outside. Courtney also knew how to cook food, she taught me how to make pizza and Mac and Cheese. I started liking her after Nolan sat with me one and explained to me that she didn't want them to replace Naomi for me and that's why she got angry when he named me Naomi. Seeing as no one of them knew I was the Naomi they were talking about, I decided that she was good and she always helped me cook when she was here and even gave me some of her clothes. But Jason being the jerk he was, returned them back and ordered that I were to wear only his old shirts. He doesn't even know that girls don't wear boys' clothes, he is so stupid. Finn also agreed on that.

I quickly dashed towards kitchen to make Mac and Cheese because thinking about it made me crave it and started collecting ingredients.

"Stop making Mac and Cheese everyday, I am tired of eating the same s**t for whole nine f*****g days." Jason whined as he hoped on the kitchen counter and glared at pasta in the simmering water.

I ignored him and continued preparing for the cheesy sauce for pasta.

"I am not getting this s**t next time." Came a grunt. I glared at him. "What? I am the one who pays for your s**t. Respect me."

"You ungrateful wench!" He yelped when I threw some flour at him and stalked out of the kitchen, muttering about how he had to teach me a lesson and he would send to a mental asylum if he could. I ignored him and continued preparing food.

After it was ready, I went out call Jason in and served some in his plate. He glared at me and then turned his glare towards the food and started eating after I sat down and started eating my own.

He collected the dishes and washed them while I sat at the table he sat up as dining table and watched him. I was so glad that he was the one who found me that night and decided to helped me. I realised that he was not the naughty and stupid kid he was before, but he turned out to be a serious boy who never smiled and always found a way to glare at me. I happy with it as long as he didn't hit me or started tormenting me like he did in childhood.

"Get your phone, Naomi. We're going to learn how to text now." He ordered me when he got back and dragged me to the living room.

I pouted but did as he said because he would glare at me and scold me if I didn't comply. He was so annoying sometimes. No, he was annoying all the time. Maybe except the time when he holds my hand so that I could sleep. I like him when he helps me.

"See this? You type what you want to say and then touch this button. It means you have sent the message to whoever you wanted and they will reply back when they read it." Jason said as I struggled to keep my eyes open. This was so boring.

"Now tell me, Naomi, what does this blue tick mean? Naomi? Naomi!" I quickly sat up and opened my eyes when a hand shook me roughly and stared down, sticking my tongue out a bit.

"Do you even want to learn this?" He asked angrily and I shook my head.

"It is f*****g important for you. You can't always rely on me. What if you are out somewhere alone and get into some trouble? Huh? You can't f*****g speak, no, you won't f*****g speak and then you show me this attitude! I am f*****g tired of always babysitting you, always f*****g worrying about you when I am at school or out at night. Here I am, wanting to help you, an unknown, stranger abused girl, but you don't want any of it. I have bought this phone from my money, without asking anything of you just because you can stay safe and you f*****g take it for granted and mooch off on me. I am f*****g tired of handling your s**t! f**k! I can't even f*****g stand looking at you sitting all scared and crying. All you f*****g do is cry, cry and cry. f*****g stop!" His voice raised so loud in the end, I thought he was going to hit me in anger and involuntarily flinched back and covered my face with my hands.

I slowly put my hands down after a few minutes of silence only to face a very angry Jason. His jaw was clenched and his hands were shaking as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

"I do everything for you." He started, slowly punctuating every word, " I do your laundry, let you live here, I hold your f*****g help till you fall asleep so that you don't have to be afraid. Granted, I scold you and shout at you, even make threats towards you, but have I ever, ever, hit you? Ever made you feel like you are not safe with me?"

I slowly shook my head, I felt the safest I have ever felt in years with Jason.

"Then why, tell me Naomi, are you so scared of me? Of me hitting you? Am I that cruel for you?"

I quickly shook my head, tears falling out uncontrollably as I looked at him and silently pleaded him not to be mad at me. But he was, he was so very mad at me.

Suddenly he turned around and stalked towards the front door and wrenched it open with so much force I flinched at the noise it made. Helpless to do anything, I just sat there and looked at me stomp his way out of the house and disappearing at a corner.

Jason's POV,

The sound of my hand hitting the punching bag reverberated into the empty hall as I continued to throw relentless punches.

How could she still be afraid of me?

Her scared as f**k face swam in front of my eyes as she flinches away from me and covered her face from me.

Another punch.

My phone beeped, making lose my focus momentarily and I thumped down as the force of the punching bag hit me. Rubbing my now red face, I got up and went to check my phone to see that it was past ten. Quickly, shoving my phone in my pocket I switched off the lights of the hall and started making my way towards my house, worried that Naomi was alone and probably scared for her life. Regret filled my heart as I realised that I shouldn't have stormed out after scaring her like I did.

I quickened my pace and practically ran all the way to my house and up to her room when I couldn't find her downstairs.

As I entered my room to see a shivering Naomi sleeping on the carpetless floor. Anger filled me as I closed my eyes, remembering that I had called her a mooch earlier. Throwing profanities at myself for not being careful, I silently made my way towards her and crouched down, slipping my hands under her body to pick her up.

She stirred awake at the movement and struggled to get out of my hands, landing herself on the bed painfully. Glaring at me with pain filled eyes, she got up and yet again moved down to sleep on the floor.

"There is a bed to sleep on. Sleep there." I glared at her.

She ignored me and laid down anyway.

"Naomi, I said sleep on the bed."

Sitting up, she grabbed her phone from the table beside her bed and opened message box as I looked at her concentrated face wondering what the hell she was doing.

As I looked at her face, I was once again reminded of an eleven old Naomi. She looked so similar to her, it made me want to hope that she actually was my Naomi but I pushed that thought away.

My phone pinged, making me tear my gaze away from her face and I looked down to see a message from Naomi. I glanced up at her questioningly but opened the message and read it.

"The bed is yours. I am not a mooch. I know what a mooch is, I read it in the dictionary Carter gave me."

I looked up at her. "You know I didn't mean it."

She typed another message, "You meant it."

"I didn't, Naomi."

Another message. "Yes, you did. So, from now on, I will sleep on the floor and will not eat your food. I will not wear your clothes, too. So, I won't be a mooch."

Now she was making me angry. "I said you are not a mooch, okay? This is yours. This bed is yours, this room is yours. The whole f*****g house is as much yours as it is mine. The food is yours, too and my clothes, they are all yours to wear. Understood?"

She looked at me, pulling her lower lip in and then looked down, shaking her head no.

I sighed. Getting up, I once again carried her in my hands, making her eyes widen and dropped her into her bed. I grabbed both her wrists in my hand, keeping her down with the other and sat next to her. "Yours, Naomi. All this is yours."

And without my consent, my lips moved on their own accord, making my face lean down and pressed themselves on her forehead.