Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

I walk out of the school. I don't care what the teachers or principle or students will say. I'm leaving.

When I get home my mother is there. Yay.

"Jaclyn Elizabeth Williams! What the hell are you doing here?!" Oh serious mom? You don't care.

"Go suck one. You don't care anyway." I say, heading to my room.

"Jaclyn you do not speak that way to your mother!" I stop in my tracks. I back track to the top of the stairs and glare down at her.

"If you were my mother, you would have stopped fucking men at night when you THINK I'm sleeping and start paying attention to your only child. You are no mother to me, just someone I live with," I spat at her. I slam my door and lock the numerous bolts I have on the door. This is because I have no privacy.

I open the window and climb down the emergency fire escape. I close the window and run Ito the woods.

My little tree house is there. My father had built it many years ago, when he was still alive. He was a proud man, chubby and yet muscular. He had the same blonde hair as me, and if I were normal I would have blue eyes.

My father died when he was young. Too young. He died in uniform, he was in the army. I was about 9 years old when he died, we got the message a month later. By that time the army had sunk him in the ocean, a way they do to send off their men. It's apparently a tradition.

Thats when I had started getting bullied and depression. That's when I knew I had been a freak from the start.


But that's before I had met the Louis.

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