Where do I belong?|Solo
Setting: Rented out house not far from the academy
Summary: JP had called his father for help on not feeling and things spiral down quickly
Possible Triggers: TW: Death Mention, TW: incisions mention, TW: Abuse implied
It took many a missed phone calls on JP’s end before he actually returned any of his father’s messages. First thing the teen wanted was to not feel anything between the circle and fighting with Jenevieve he hated everything in his life right now and he knew Micah could take it away even if it was only temporary. His father had texted him an address to meet him at and once the teen arrived he swallowed the lump that had formed in the back of his throat as his father came to the door. “Jamie, come on, daddy is going to make everything better. “I only called you because I’m done feeling anything.” He sighed as he walked through the door and could already realize it was a bad idea. “Well we’ve much to do so follow me.” Micah said and JP followed his father regardless of his stomach trying to tell him to turn around and go back to campus. Once Micah stopped walking JP knew they were where he wanted to be for everything to begin. “Go on,Jamie.” His father said and of course with a little hesitation the teen walked to the bed his father had setup in the room with the medical grade straps and laid back uneasy as always. “Daddy..just don’t hurt me.” He said chewing on his lip looking at his father as he strapped him to the bed. Micah smiled at his son, “Don’t worry, bud. Everything will be alright, I promise.” That was the last thing the teen remembered hearing. Hours ticked by as Micah had his son sedated to his liking with multiple injections and cuts following. An incision to his ankle would keep the boy occupied and away from his beloved punching bag for at least a week. An incision down his left arm to match the one he had from the two times he had previously broken it. Another round of different medicines were injected into the teens already weakened body. How much did Micah think the teen could handle at a time? It was going on hour seven at this point and it was clear that JP’s body was starting to show the wear. His body was becoming covered in a sheen of sweat and his heart rate beginning to slow. A normal person would have stopped strike that a normal person wouldn’t have done any of this to begin with. Micah didn’t stop though he continued on until his son flatlined and he panicked. He had to call a friend of his to come help save his son. JP was literally dead for twenty minutes before his heart started to beat again with the help of his father’s friend. “Micah, you’ve got to stop this you’re going to kill him by going too far one day.” Hour ten and JP was waking, “Daddy?” He questioned groggily looking at his father. “I—it felt warm.” Micah looked to JP and shook his head not understanding what his son could mean. “What do you mean, buddy?” He narrowed his eyes at his son usually his first words were along the lines of he was going to be sick. “Where I was it was warm. I wanted to stay. Why’d you wake me?” He pouted at Micah. “I couldn’t let you stay. Jenevieve needs you here. I need you here.” He stated and sighed heavily now more determined than ever to keep testing on his son he needed to know his limits. “G-get up..go—going to be..s-sick.” There it was the usual response from his son and with that Micah undid the straps around JP and the teen tried to get up. “I—I can’t.” He said and Micah furrowed his brows at him. Bringing a trash can to him. JP was sitting up and it was clear that he was weak from blood loss which usually wasn’t the case for the teen. “Just sit there and I’ll hold the can.” Micah said not wanting his son to injury himself in the process. The teen nodded and heaved over the trash can. “G—go back.” He said in between throwing up. “Give it a few minutes. You need crutches and rest.” JP shook his head lightly confused at what Micah told him. “C—crutches?” Micah nodded that was what he had said, “You can’t put weight on your left ankle. For a least a week. You’ve got multiple incisions that need to be cleaned I suggest letting one of your sisters take care of that. And one more thing before you go running back to that school of yours I know you told people,Jamie. This was punishment for that, you are stupid for thinking I wouldn’t find out. That warm place you were talking about, you’ll never see it as long as I’m alive, do you hear me?” JP flinched slightly as his father’s voice was raised at him for something he couldn’t even control. “I—I didn’t do that, daddy.” He pleaded and Micah just handed him his crutches and pointed to the door. “I’m watching you, Jamieson.” And suddenly the teen didn’t know where he truly belonged. His twin sister was mad at him, his father had literally killed him and threatened him in the same amount of time. He made his way back to the academy and as soon as he was back he curled himself into a ball and cried himself to sleep.
