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My beloved brother

Chapter one: My Sunshine.
Dedicated to Torxanen, who kindly requested this fiction

It was a quiet evening as Jazz Fenton studied for her school exams the following morning, she could hear her brother and his friends playing games in his room just next door, it was a wonder as to how her brother Daniel managed to keep his average “B” with all his gaming and foolery. Danny, as he was more often called, was more of the social kind of kid, though he had a limited number of friends mostly consisting of Samantha Manson, a young vegetarian gothic girl, and a dark skin boy named Tucker Foley who was never seen without his red beret, by how little Jazz knew this kid was borderline obsessed with technology, there were other names among his friends but none that she could recall or care for.

Unlike her brother, Jazz’s friends consisted of her only of her books, surprisingly she did have a boyfriend at one point in time, but things die out extremely fast, they just didn’t make “click” at all. Danny’s voice and laughter echo through the hallways, despite being a family she didn’t feel the need or the urge to spend time with her mother, father, and especially with her little brother, it was around seven o’clock when his friends left the house as their gaming evening had finally come to an end. The red hair girl leans back on her chair as she stares at the ceiling, a few moments later her mother Maddie knocks on her door and welcomes herself inside the room as her daughter just looks at her, the woman gazed at her only daughter as she tells her to come down for dinner.

With a blank expression on her almost empty eyes, she nodded in agreement without voicing any sort of words, Maddie walks away leaving her daughter behind as she calls out for her cheery son. Danny sprints out of his bedroom with a wide smile as he passes next to Jazz who was already at the stairs, their eyes met for a brief moment, his eyes filled with joy while hers lacked emotion. Dinner was filled with her father’s loud voice and almost irritating laughter, yet Jazz ate in silence as her brother commented on how he had been unfairly banned from using anything delicate at the school lab. For the last few months, the boy had dropped far too many bickers and other glass containers forcing the chemistry teacher to finally prohibit him from even touching anything remotely delicate that could break in his butterfingers.

“How was your day, sweetie?” Maddie asked her redhead daughter.

“Fine”- the girl replied as she continues eating.

Once dinner was over, it was almost mandatory to gather up in the living room to watch the night game shows on television, the very same her parents enjoyed perhaps a little too much. Throughout time Jazz had come used to sit on the large sofa while her father sat on the single couch staring straight at the television, in front of the girl was the two-seat sofa where her mother and brother sat together, it was always the same scenery and the same routine. For the last five years, her family would sit every night in front of the t.v. engrossing themselves in this mindless show, Jazz couldn’t understand what her parents found so entertaining in watching people act like fools for cheap prices, perhaps the idea of seeing someone win the fancy car they couldn’t actually keep for how expensive the upholding is, drew them in.

The red-haired girl looked over to her family, the same scene she had been watching for the last five years since the show started was replaying before her eyes once more. The only difference was that Danny had grown enough to trade his mother’s lap for the spot next to her while her father had also grown but only on his belly and his sides. It was all the same boring sight as ever, during mid-show Jazz noticed Danny gave out a slight tremble and quickly excuse himself, soon to disappear from sight. Once the boy was on the first floor, Jazz could hear the door slam.

This behavior had become more common recently, it was apparent Danny found something new to do, but Jazz hadn’t, she still had her books and her studies, once the senseless show was over, she made her way back upstairs. On the wall next to the stairs, there were pictures of her and Danny, she wasn’t new to the fact that she didn’t smile in any of the family portraits and those where she did were always forced and fake. As she made her way back to her bedroom she notices the lights in Danny’s room were turned off though it was still early for him to be asleep, even so, she carries on to her bedroom, straight to her books until midnight.

(XXXXX)

Her Saturday mornings were always the same, she would take a shower as soon as she awakens, have breakfast with her family, and head back to her room to continue reading her books, it wasn’t that she was devoted to school or to her studies, in fact, she couldn’t care any less for it. She just needed to do something, television bored her far too quick and she lost interest equally fast in any online friends she met, and the teens she shared classes with never interested her either.

Around two in the evening Jazz would leave her house to meet her Saturday appointment at the local hospital, the journey had little changed for her, people mindlessly buying in the shops and driving around mostly to places they could reach walking. The park had the same kids playing on the grass while some others chat under the shade of a tree. Having left the park behind the redhead could see the hospital where she was being expected. It was a three stories high building with two basements, to the far right was the emergency ward and on the opposite end was the parking lot. Jasmine was due on the third floor.

The nurses greeted her like every Saturday, Jazz had practiced her smile and morning greetings in the bathroom but in the back of her mind, she was sure the nurse could see right through her facade as she enters the elevator. The elevator doors opened to the psychiatric ward, she could see some teens sitting in the waiting room, some scratching their arms with twitching eyes while others had their gaze wandering around, perhaps their minds were indeed elsewhere. After announcing herself to the nurse in the reception area, Jazz is sent down the hallway where her doctor waits for her, the plaque on the glass door reads “Dr. Bradley Jones, psychiatry.”

“Good evening doctor”- Jazz said as the door opens revealing an unusually muscular man.

Every Saturday evening Jazz had to visit her psychiatrist to have her mental state evaluated, a few years ago she had been diagnosed with something called “Schizoid personality disorder,” at least that is what the doctors called it. Jasmine was told that the main symptoms were, a lack of interest in most social activities, as well as not showing interest in other people including close family members. Though Jazz was told she was very sick, the girl did wonder about it, those that knew about her, spoke of the redhead being a wonderful girl while others thought she was actually broken on the inside. Jazz never felt sick nor unusual, but she was aware something was wrong with her, perhaps they were right, maybe she was broken.

Her mood was always the same, never showing joy not even after she won an award at school for her science projects, the whole school had gathered at the auditorium to see her receive her prize handled by none other than the city mayor Vlad Masters but all she said was “thanks.” It was almost comical as to how she robotically read the speech she had been given by her teacher mister Lancer after forcing her back to the podium, her reading was flat and even boring, so much it made Mr. Lancer step in and cut the so-called speech short. She never once felt out of place nor strange but she did understand that she wasn’t as society would claim to be normal, her lack of friends was a huge concern for Maddie, so much that she even presented her to some of the kids from her acquaintances.

“So, how was your week?”- the doctor asked.

“Normal, nothing to report”- the girl answered staring at her doctor.

The man had been her psychiatrist for the past two years since her parents took notice of her strange behavior, kids normally are loud and cheery, always wanting to play with whoever and whatever is nearby but Jazz never once tried to interact with any of the children in her school. Her blank stare often scared the kids at school. At home it was all the same, she just sat in front of the television watching cartoons next to Danny, though her brother laughs his guts out she didn’t even smirk, eventually, she stops watching cartoons altogether. Scarcely talking to her parents, never asking for anything, let it be toys or candy, never even speaking out of turn. For some parents, this situation would be bliss but not for the Fenton’s as it came to be very disturbing to see their only daughter like some pretty doll who said nothing or ask for anything.

“And how are things with your boyfriend?”- the doctor continued.

“We broke up last week”- the girl replied.

Bradly wasn't surprised to see that Jazz didn’t consider her break-up to be important or even relevant, as far as he knew the kid was a year older than her, they had met during an optional class the girl had been forced to take by mister Lancer who wanted her to exploit all her potential. Their dates were always bland and repetitive, it wasn’t only Jazz's unemotional persona but the shy nature of her boyfriend that didn’t help improve the relationship, after six months the redhead terminated the relationship. Her parents seem more disappointed and depressed by the whole “breaking up” than Jazz, both Maddie and Jack had high hopes that this kid could pull their daughter from whatever void of emotions she found herself in but even he had his fill of the girl’s cold aura.

Once again as in the prior two years, doctor Bradly hadn’t done any sort of advances on her mental state, he did wonder if she actually had Schizoid personality disorder, she did show all of the symptoms but something just didn’t feel right, it was as if she had never even been born with emotions, to begin with. Never showing interest in others or passion for anything had become her way of living life, the sole reason she had begun to study so devoutly was only that her mother asked her to. Prizes, trophies, and medals meant nothing to her, just something to hang on the living room wall.

“I’m gonna give you a medicine a little stronger than the ones I already prescribe you”- the man said as he realized that the medicine did not affect whatsoever on the girl.

The man watches her leave as she had done for the last two years she had been seeing him and yet never showing the slightest improvement, this made Bradly wonder if she should be hospitalized, perhaps 24-hour surveillance and stronger medication could provide better results.

(XXXX)

Her nights were the same boring routine, eating a bland and flat dinner that both her father and brother claimed to be delicious though she couldn’t actually enjoy, followed by the same mindless show on television, though lately, Danny had made it a more common occurrence to leave suddenly. Her weekend ended like usual but it seems her brother had the time of his life thanks to his friends, even though she wonders how it would be to have such relationships, she didn’t feel any sort of jealousy towards the boy. Surely, she “enjoyed” having a boyfriend for nearly six months, had gone on dates and the works, even kissing but nothing ever sparks within her heart by being with the boy.

The week carry on as usual and as such, she made her customary trip to the school library on Wednesday where she would read her afternoon away, unbeknown to her a few pairs of eyes gaze upon her with malicious devotion. Night came along with a text message from her mother asking the redhead to come home, Jazz noticed it was already 6:00 pm, and the library was closing up for the day. As she made her way out, the librarian waves goodbye with a large smile as the red hair did the same though without the same cheery smile.

Behind her was a group of boys following the red hair girl, each step made them dangerously closer, Jazz hadn’t noticed them at all as her mind was engrossed with her homework and extracurricular assignments that needed to be done by Friday. A few steps away she could see a large balding man wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses, the girl found it unusual to see someone using dark shades despite it being already dark.

As she passes next to him, the man quickly swipes behind her putting the teen in a tight neck hold, by sheer instinct she tried to free herself from the man’s grip, but as she grabs his thick and powerful arm, two of the men that were following her take hold of her legs and quickly carry her into a nearby alleyway. The very few that witnessed the abduction chose to ignore the situation as they move their eyes away. The men that took her all wore dark hoodies and ski masks, Jazz tried to struggle away from them but no matter what she tried, it all became futile, though a normal person would be terrified by now, she wasn’t.

Even when they peel her pants away, she couldn’t feel any sort of fear, she was well aware that she needed to scream, that her heart had to be beating so hard it should break from her ribcage, and yet she couldn’t feel the dread. Her breathing remains calm as the rapist spread her legs after tearing her panties, the bald man told her to stay calm or he would break her neck and still rape her afterward, rather than closing her eyes she kept on staring at the rapist between her legs.

The man’s eyes were blue and filled with fear, it appears to be the first time he’s done something like this, his hands tremble as he unzips his pants while the other three order him to hurry up as they too want their turns. Jasmin’s legs began to hurt as they had never been in such a position before, her neck was no better, she could feel the rapist's penis trying to pierce her womanhood but as she lowers her eyes she could notice the man’s pubic hair to be blonde.

“Almost….”- the rapist whispered as his friends continue to hurry him.

A quick and sudden strike to the man’s head tosses him to the side unconscious as blood spills over Jazz’s face, without wasting a single second Jazz’s savior attacks the would-be rapist on the right side by bashing him in the head with full force. The large bald man lets go of Jazz and try to tackle the “hero” who had come to the girl’s rescue, but though the bald man is almost twice his size, the smaller guy manages to hold his ground.

The red-haired girl’s surprise is great as she sees the two fighting men come under a street light, her protector was none other than her younger brother, Danny Fenton, in his hand was a rusty pipe which he wields like a sword, far behind them was a scared Sam talking on the phone, most likely with the police. She hadn’t noticed but Tucker was standing next to her threatening the second rapist with a wooden plank. The man in the ski mask didn’t know what to do, but reason was heavier than loyalty, for he chose to run away leaving his friends behind, Tucker tried to follow him but his shaking legs didn’t let him go too far.

Jazz’s eyes were glued to her younger brother, never had she seen him like this, fighting bravely against a man that was clearly double his size and triple his weight, despite all of his disadvantages, Danny had the upper hand in this fight. Each punch thrown at the small boy was dodged with sublime agility, growing tired of this little dance, the bald man once more tried to tackle the kid, yet the raven-haired boy steps to the side letting the guy fall to the ground. Danny ended the fight as he connects a powerful strike to the man’s jaw using his rusty pipe. Teeth and blood fly out of his mouth as he falls unconscious over a puddle of filthy water.

Unable to stand up, the redhead girl watches Danny rushing over to her hugging her tightly within his small and thin arms, the warm embrace heats her soul up as his arms do the same with her body. Jazz slowly wraps her arms around his back and relaxes. Something “clicked” within her, this was different from the many time her ex-boyfriend hugged her, she could feel Danny’s warmth, she felt not only safe but comfortable, it was as if she belongs in his arms. Their eyes met as both ignore the sirens from the police patrol cars that had just arrived thanks to Sam’s call, the chattering from the onlookers who refuse to help her out in her moment of need despite having seen the abduction take place were also ignored and of course the stares from Sam and Tucker.

(XXXXX)

Later that night the whole Fenton family had gathered at the local police station where Jazz gave her statement against the three rapists, having the fourth one escape, though the cops assured her that it was only a matter of time before they caught him too. Among the criminals was none other than Dash Baxter, Casper High’s quarterback. Jazz recognized him immediately once his ski mask had been removed by the police, the boy often flirted with Jazz even when she had a clear relationship with her now former boyfriend. But never once had been remotely interested in the quarterback, this, of course, didn’t fit well with the arrogant and overly confident teen, more often than not he took his frustrations with Danny, knowing all too well that he and Jazz are blood-related. Perhaps in his idiotic head, Baxter thought he could impress Jazz with his large muscles and athletic prowess, but none ever did call her attention not even when her brother became the target of his bullying.

Now quarterback Dash Baxter was been charged with attempted rape. The Baxter family begged the Fenton family to drop the charges as their boy had a bright future ahead and this would ruin everything but neither Jack nor Maddie were willing to let go. The older teenager had been tricked by his older friends, a group of football players who somehow had the ridiculous idea that they could sleep with whatever woman they wanted just because they knew how to throw a ball and fetch after it.

Jasmine’s constant refusals had offended the teens as they believe that no woman should ever refuse them, it was in their empty heads that they figure it was only natural for them to correct Jazz’s behavior. Of course, the rest of the world disagrees with the players' way of thinking, Dash and the others would now face justice. Despite how horrible the experience was, it surprised the police officers to see the girl calm and collected, in their experience, girls that go through such attacks are a shaking mess, always on full alert but Jazz didn’t show any sort of fear or uneasiness whatsoever, if it weren’t for the fact that the cops caught the criminals in the act, it would seem like nothing actually took place.

The whole journey back home, Jazz held tightly to Danny’s hand never letting go, the boy understood that though she couldn’t express it on her face, she was indeed terrified, hence the reason why she refuses to let go of him. Jazz turns her gaze over to Danny and for the first time in many years smiles without the need to fake it, having almost forgotten her rape attempt she leans over his shoulder as she falls asleep.

His warmth and tenderness made him the most comfortable spot to be at any given moment, her rest came short as they reached Fenton works, it was already passed two in the morning, and all the family members started to head back to their rooms. Maddie hugs her daughter before making sure she was in her bedroom, tucked in, and safe in her bed, yet the girl’s empty eyes made her worried even more but not as much as when she heard about the attack. The older woman couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything she could do to make things better, her daughter’s sickness and now the fact that she was targeted by a group of evil teenagers made her even more anxious than ever.

(XXXXX)

Jasmine’s dreams were free of nightmares from the attack for she dreamed about school, her days in the library, the tasteless family dinners, and above all about Danny, she could see herself in his arms, safe and warm. She leans in closer to his face, their lips almost touching each other. The sudden honking of a truck driver that nearly ran over a biker who skip the red light, forced the red hair girl to harshly return to reality. Panting heavily, she looks around, the sun was up high and bright as ever, not a single cloud in the light-blue sky and the honking from the traffic on the street below her room was roaring, a normal day.

The alarm clock said it was already nine in the morning making the girl jump off her bed and straight into the hallway where her mother stops her as she explains that she’s been given a few days off, the woman also told her about having to go to the police precinct to meet with Jack and the detectives in charge of her case, detectives Aragon and Dorothea who specialized in similar crimes. Though Maddie didn’t want to tell her, Jazz knew the principal and the school board must have been informed by the police about what their sports star had done to their award-winning student, not really wanting to leave her daughter alone Maddie left the house as she told the girl that her breakfast was in the kitchen.

Casper high wasn’t known for winning awards and trophies in anything, not in sports or academics, the last time the school had received an award was almost twelve years ago and prior to that, was when Maddie studied there herself. Jazz nodded in agreement as she headed over to the bathroom to groom herself. In the mirror she could see a small and faint bruise under her neck which resembles the bald man’s arm, she began running the water from the shower as she took off her clothes.

She was so tired from the previous night that she hadn’t changed into her pajamas. As she took off her pants and socks, she could see hand marks on her ankles, upon entering the shower she recalls the paramedics who tended to her said she wasn't harmed at all. It was indeed a miracle that her brother happened to pass by with his friends, if the movie had ended a little later or if the line for the snack bar had been just a little longer, Dash and his crew would have done their evil.

Just some light bruises were the result of this attack, even now she couldn’t feel the repugnance of having Dash’s penis probing and nearly piercing her womanhood. The pain was the only thing her body and mind ever answer to. Her soul was empty, not a single emotion was there, she wasn’t happy nor sad, it bothers her to know she wasn’t normal. Jazz knew she had to be angry, scared, and a shaking mess. There were so many emotions she could choose from but she just couldn’t feel anything.

(XXXXX)

Once she finishes her shower, Jasmine heads back to her room stopping in front of her brother’s room, needless to say, he was at school perhaps being bullied by Dash's teammates for getting their QB in jail, slowly she opens the door leading to where her hero slept at night. Posters of a rock band called Humpty-Dumpty decorated the wall where the bed stood, next to it was a large dresser with some photos of himself with Sam and Tucker, and some other people appear in a few more pictures, none that the redhead could care to remember. Just above the bed was a poster of the rock queen Ember McLain.

Cover only by a dump towel she walks over to the bed, the grey sheets and white pillow were the only things that dress his bed unlike her own, Maddie insisted on pink sheets and fluffy pillows. She laid down on the mattress putting her face on the grey sheets, she recalls the vile stench from the hairless man, she kindly expected a similar odor coming from the bedsheets but instead, she sniffs the sweet fragrance her brother left behind.

Jazz took in deep breaths as she moves her head over to the pillow, there was a shirt laying over it, the same type Danny always wore. A simple white polo with a red dot in the middle, the boy never cared much for fashion hence had many of the same shirts and blue jeans. She remains in Danny’s bed for hours, sniffing the shirt and touching her breast while playing with her womanhood as she was getting drunk with the scent her little brother left behind on the shirt and the bedsheets, the sudden roaring sounds of the family RV parking in front of the house made the girl jump out from her trance.

Running to her room as fast as she could, Jazz immediately put on her usual black blouse and blue jeans, soon to make her way downstairs to greet her parents in the living room. Jack was tired for he had been at the station all night long dealing with both his lawyer and that of the Baxter family, Dash tried to get a deal by ratting out his friends, who unsurprisingly had been doing drugs and raped other girls. The trial was to take place the following week but as it seems, Dash was facing a year in juvenile for attempted rape and assault as well as for drug possession and aiding criminal affairs.

The bald man already had a warrant against him, naturally for rape. The other kids were to face trial the same day as Dash, yet he was only being tried for the attempted rape. Nevertheless, the fourth rapist who had already been identified thanks to Dash, was Kwan Li who had gone into hiding but it was a matter of time before he is caught. Jack hugs his daughter as he told her that everything was alright now, the guys were in prison and the other kid was far too scared to try anything foolish.

Maddie took her husband up to their room so he could catch up on some much-needed sleep as she told Jazz to relax in the living room. She sat on her regular spot as her eyes move towards the place where Danny normally sat, she could envision the raven-haired boy leaning against the armrest while he watches the same mindless shows on television. Laughing at crude and vulgar jokes that almost scratch with the obscene as night comes over, ending another boring day for the girl. Danny had been in Jazz’s mind ever since the attack, she notices it was already 2:30 and her brother would be back from school in a short while if he didn’t hang out with his friends as was usual.

She took a seat at her brother’s favorite spot on the couch, with her eyes closed she soon drown herself in thoughts of not-so-innocent nature, she could feel Danny’s arms wrapping around her shoulders from behind while he rested his head just under her chin. Smiling almost wickedly, the redhead slowly moves her hands over to her shoulder, searching for Danny’s hands but rather than his hand, she met with Maddie’s hand who came to get her daughter.

“Are you ok, honey?”- the older Fenton asked.

It was the first time Maddie saw her daughter startle and somewhat scared, not even when she picked up the girl in the police station had she been like this, Jazz quickly collected herself as he told her mother that everything was fine. The family matriarch invited Jazz to have lunch at a local diner mostly because she wasn’t in the mood to cook. Her husband was already asleep and most likely wouldn’t wake up for a few hours, Danny, on the other hand, would be arriving soon, the woman figured he could just make himself a sandwich or something, given he hadn’t gone out with his friends.

She wanted to talk with Jazz about the incident at the alley and try to help her out, even though her heart was in right place, she did wonder if she could actually help her out. The girl was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, it was always a task just to try and understand her, more often than not Maddie hadn’t the slightest idea of what her own daughter was thinking.

“Danny’s gonna be hungry when he comes back”- the girl suddenly said, “I think he likes fried chicken and mash potatoes”- Jazz continued.

She headed over to the kitchen as Maddie follows close behind, never had Jasmine been interested in her brother or anyone for that matter, Maddie had high suspicions that the whole boyfriend thing she had going on was just for show. But now she was trying to figure out how to prepare Danny’s favorite meal, perhaps it was her way of saying “Thank you,” or to keep her mind away from the events the night before, after some maybe unnecessary instructions from Maddie, Jazz finally manages to make a rather decent looking meal.

(XXXXX)

The door opened making Jazz smile wide and long as she heard her brother's voice call out for her, Maddie was taken slightly aback by how Jazz sprinted away towards Danny.

“You’re back!!”- the girl yelled as she jumps into his arms.

The fragrance that emanated from his body made Jazz close her eyes while she hugs her brother as hard as she could, her smile was even wider than before, almost scary. She could feel how Danny wrap his arms around her waist.

“I made you lunch”- said the girl as she opens her eyes.

At the door were Sam and Tucker both looking at her with worried expressions drawn on their faces, it was clear they wanted to ask about what really happened yesterday, but couldn’t muster the courage. They had thought she would be a shaking mess after the attack, and though they knew she was extremely stoic and collected, even she should be far more scared even paranoid and yet there she stood with a huge smile.

“Your friends are here…”- the girl continued as her aura darken.

The sudden change made both Sam and Tucker shiver, her eyes had narrowed into a violent glare, with a cold voice she invited them to have lunch as well, unable to answer the girl, Maddie stepped in with her cheerful demeanor. With both hands on their shoulders, she pushes them to the dinner table, Maddie had failed to notice the dark aura that involves her daughter, as she is much too happy to see her little girl so cheery and full of emotions.

After lunch the trio headed over to Danny’s room, all while being glared at by Jazz, this new attitude in the older model student had taken Sam by surprise who felt her gaze the heaviest, she didn’t like it one bit nor did she to will to voice this concerned. While the kids play in Danny’s room, the goth girl question his black-haired friend about his sister, and if she was doing alright. Danny told her that Dash and his friends didn’t manage to hurt Jazz, but he too wonders about her mental state, no one leaves unscathed after such an event.

Unbeknown to them, the older redhead teen had her ear put against the thin wooden wall that separated their rooms, trying her very best to listen to their conversation with little reward. As she held the shirt she had “borrow” from Danny’s room, Jazz walked to her bed still sniffing it deeply, she rolls over as her brother and his friends’ laughter could come out from beyond the wall.

“Now I know, I’m not sick nor am I broken, I was just missing something, hahaha, I can’t believe it,”- the girl said as she happily hugs the shirt, “to think that what I was missing was standing in front of me for fourteen years”-

“Danny, you are my sunshine”

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