Rejected and Insecure

The Beginning...

Edited! (I'm editing the book! Ya!)

"Oof," Christy huffed as she sat on the sofa.

"Are you alright?" Daniel popped his head from the mini bar, staring at his pregnant wife.

"Uh, yeah, the baby is getting heavier, do you think it is a girl?" She rubbed her big tummy, deep in thoughts.

Daniel chuckled, "this is the trillionth time you're asking." He walked up to her on the sofa handing her a cup of milk.

"What? I have the right to ask, 'cause all our four kids are boys, maybe this one is a girl." She smiles still staring at her tummy.

"Yeah, yeah, tell you what? Is a boy, and he has brown hair and blue like gray eyes." Daniel said.

"Uh-huh cause you can see through my stomach, I bet the baby looks exactly like me, is not fair all our sons look like you!" She stared into his gray eyes with a pout.

"C'mon babe, is not my fault, my genes are stronger than yours, maybe this time you have a little chance." He smirked, and Christy rolled her eyes.

"Yeah? I'd like to see your face when the baby is just like me, I've already told my baby to look like me and a lot of stuff about you." She narrowed her eyes.

"Like what?" He raised a brow.

"Wanna know? Why don't you ask our baby?"

"Sure!" Daniel leaned closer to his wife's belly and pressed his ear gently against her skin, "tell me, buddy, what did mum say about me? Huh? Oh, I see, no way!" He regained his posture with a frown.

"What did you hear?"

"You really told him that? Aww, that's nice of you, you told him how lovely I am." He grinned.

"Did I?" She looked around innocently with a smile.

"You didn't? Ouch! I'm hurt." He held his chest faking a hurt expression, she rolled her eyes, suddenly wincing at the kick she received.

"Are you alright dear?" Daniel asked with worry clearly sounding in his voice.

"Yeah, this one punches more than all the rest, what a troublemaker we've got here?" Christy smiles down at her belly where her little one rests.

Daniel sighs while grinning, he kisses her on the cheek.

"What's that for?" She asked.

"I guess I just can't resist the urge, your eyes are begging for it, have I told you how I always get lost in the blue ocean of your precious eyes?"

Christy smiled, returning the compliment with a kiss. "I love you so much!"

"I too."

"Seriously this baby is heavy! I hope he is not the huge type." She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her belly.

Daniel leaned in to whisper to the child, "don't mind her bud she can be mean at times, please come out quickly, I wanna hold you."

Christy rolled her eyes with a sigh, "like he'll listen to you." She shook her head.

"Kids always listen to daddy," he grinned, standing up as he made his way back to the minibar.

"Ow!" Christ mumbled rubbing her stomach. "Please stop kicking." She felt another kick from the child with many other ones coming.

"Ouch! Ow! Ow!"

"Daniel! DANIEL!!" She screamed, shutting her eyes and clenching her jaw.

Daniel dropped the glass he was holding racing to his wife, "breath, honey, breath."

"The baby is coming! He did listen to you!" She yelled, squeezing his hand.

"Okay calm down. Henry!" He called out nervously grabbing his key.

"Sir?" The Butler came running in.

"Take care of the boys! Call dad, do the necessaries-"

"God!!! Daniel! It hurts!" She screamed, digging her nails in his arm.

"Here, lemme help you," he helped her up and they made their way through the stairs to his car.

"I can't hold it anymore! I can't!" Christy screamed.

"Breath, babe breath, please do that for me, we're almost there," Daniel said as he boosted his speed.

Christy breathed out so fast, till she lost it again, "it hurt so much! Argh!"

"What will be the name of our baby?" Daniel blurted out trying to distract her from the pain.

"I don't know!" She yelled, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Try please, I know you can make it to the hospital! Please!"

"Christina if it's a girl, Christopher if it's a boy!" She blurted out.

"What have you budgeted for the baby?"

"I'll spoil him a lot, I'll cuddle and kiss him a lot, he'll be my angel! I'll cherish HIM! Ow!" She pants with sweats running down her body.

"Good honey, we're here!" Daniel carelessly packed his car, before hopping down and running to his wife at the back seat he managed to get her down, and they were quickly attended to.

~~~~~~~~~

Daniel spaced in the hall while waiting for his wife to be out, that's what he's been doing for the past three and half hours. He can't bring himself to sit, he's never done that before and he won't do it now, he is an experienced dad with the birth of four boys, but something wasn't right, she had never taken so long in a labor room.

Finally, the door flips opened, the doctor walked out removing his mask, Daniel ran up to him all nervous.

"How is she? How is the baby?" He blurted out.

"Congratulations Mr. Jackson, the baby is a boy in good health, but.." The door trails off looking away.

"But what?" Daniel's breathing hitched.

"Your wife, she had a huge complication, and her womb was weary, she didn't have the strength after giving birth to four boys in good health, we tried all we could but she didn't make it."

The moments the words left the doctor's lips Daniel found himself shedding tears something he hasn't done for years, he was a strong man nothing could make him cry, but the news came like a hurricane breaking all his solid barrels taking away all his happiness, his heartaches, and a burning sensation erupted on his head, he heard the doctor screamed trying to stop him, but he shoves him right away and barges through the door. He ran to the bed where his wife lay lifelessly with a white sheet over her head, he yanked it down.

"Please Christy wake up! The boys are waiting for you! The baby is okay, please don't do this to me! I can't live without you, to hell all my wealth I love you!" He screamed burying his head on her chest, tears streaming down his cheeks, she wouldn't open her blue eyes for him to be lost in them, she wouldn't smile! All he wanted was his wife! Was it too much to ask?

He stayed with her till the nurses pulled him away.

"I want to see my son," he said to the nurse, and she showed him the way to the nursery.

"Here, you can hold him." She lifted the sleeping child out of his crib.

He put his hands out, reaching for the child softly. He didn't stop staring, she was right he was blond just like her, the baby started moving slowly, his tiny hands reaching up to rub his eyes, he flipped them open blinking tiredly. Daniel was once again lost in the blue ocean of the child's eyes, how he wished he could tell her she was right. A tear slipped from his gray eye landing on the baby's face who flinched, he didn't help the smile that crept to his lips. The child was so innocent unlike some fathers, he knew the child had nothing to do with his wife's death, he leaned his face against the child's and closed his eyes cuddling with the baby.

That same day he checked out of the hospital with the baby returning back home, the boys were all asleep, he laid the baby in a beautiful crib. Christy had decorated the room five months back, she was so impatient to see her fifth child she was always talking about him, she had the bright idea to choose the room close to theirs so each time the baby cries she'll be right there humming to him.

The child didn't seem comfortable. His blue eyes were glossy with tears as he cried.

"Shush Christopher," Daniel said in the hope to hush the child, but it was futile, then he recalled the lullaby Christy would sing to hush the boys.

You're my star, my treasure from God. A gentle star, peacefully asleep, shining bright like the sun. Sleep oh little one like a star. Sleep peacefully in your dreams. I'll be there with my lullaby. Sleep, my child. Sleep a future...

By the time he was done singing the baby was asleep, he couldn't help the tears that came flowing, he sank down on the foot of the crib, running a hand through his hair.

"Daddy?" A soft voice came from the doorway.

Daniel quickly snapped his head in the direction of the voice, and there stood his first son who just turned eight.

"Why are you not in bed?" He asked.

"I wanted to see mummy and the baby first, where is mummy? Why are you crying?" He asked gently, hugging his stuffed bear.

"Come here, big boy." Daniel opened his arms wide, the little boy went straight to his daddy's comforting arms.

"Mum is in heaven, In a better place." He whispered.

"Where? My teacher said if your parents say such, that means that the person is dead and they don't want us to know so we won't be hurt. Is m-mummy dead?" His little lips quivered.

"Who said that?!" He frowned, making a mental note to report to the school. Then Daniel hesitated and sigh, the boy was so smart, "yeah mummy is gone, you'll never see her. Again." He buried his face in his palms, sobbing quietly.

"I understand daddy, please don't cry," he hugged his father, allowing his own tears to fall.

"Good boy," Daniel mumbled, hugging his son, "thank you."

"What's the baby's name?"

"Christopher."

The boy stood along with his daddy who lifted him, allowing his little legs to wrap around his waist as he stared down at the baby.

"He looks like a mummy," Daniel just nodded in response. "He didn't kill mummy, did he?"

"No! baby no," Daniel mumbled, not taking his eyes off the sleeping child as he spoke. "He's innocent."

Christine Michelle Jackson: (R.i.p) English, mother of five boys, married to Daniel Jackson, loved her family, very affectionate, a lovely mother and wife, died during the birth of her fifth son, well known for her patience.

Daniel William Jackson Jr:

43 years old

An Irish American

a successful business man, single father of five boys, strict but loving, hardworking, owns a family Enterprise, loves all his sons without exception, believer of corporal punishment.

Frederick peter Jackson:

21 years old

A junior business man.

First son has four younger siblings. He is really smart, responsible and kind, plays piano, violin, flute, guitar, harp, and loves sports. Over Protective, loves his brothers, can be really scary when angry.

Nathaniel Stephan Jackson:

17 years old

A badass biker in highschool.

Second son has three younger siblings, is not that responsible, loves partying, is rude and stubborn, and plays guitar. Loves soccer and automobile racing, not that academically brilliant. Hates Chris for killing their mother, adores his other two brothers. Only scared of his father and grandfather.

Jackson John Jackson:

16 years old

A carefree highschool student

Third son has two younger siblings, an irresponsible lover of sports like soccer and volleyball, looks up to Nathaniel, girl magnet, plays piano, loves all his siblings except Chris, hates school, is a bad student, fails most of his subjects, always gets in trouble. Scared of intimidating men.

Zack Oliver Jackson:

15 years old

A badass highschool student.

Fourth son hates school and Chris more than anyone. A magnetic, irresponsible naughty and lazy teenager, loves fighting, gets in trouble more often than any of his siblings, loves his three older brothers, is scared of water, loves soccer, tennis and karate, and plays clarinet. Scared of his grandfather, father and elder brothers. Look up to Jackson.

Christopher Benjamin Jackson:

14 years old

A highschool student.

Fifth and Last son, really brilliant, half nerd half badass, loves his father, Fred, Henry and whisky (his puppy). A lover of books and sports such as soccer, fencing and horse riding, plays violin. Hates all his older brothers except Fred, loves prank, he tries staying out of trouble but trouble always seem to find him, grew up without a mother and doesn't understand why his brothers holds him responsible for her death, scared of nothing really courageous, can be very arrogant and impudent, have anger issues and mood swings, different from all his siblings. Looks up to his father, Scared of belts.

Other characters.

Daniel William Jackson Sr:

72 years old, an Irishman.

A mature and successful businessman owns many companies. A very strict father and grandfather.

Got married to an American, who gave birth to a girl and two boys before passing away. Grandfather of ten children, one might think he is heartless but deep down he's not. Believes strongly in corporal punishments.

Henry Romanoff:

75 years old

The faithful Butler of the Jackson family, lovely and kind, the best friend of each and every Jackson.

Brian Thomas:

15 years old

A highschool student

Best friend of Christopher.

A good friend more like a brother, loves Chris and hates his brothers, always there for him no matter the situation, Chris's comforter and advisor.

Whisky or fluff: one year old, Chris faithful pet, his father offered it to him as a present on his thirteenth birthday, not friendly loves Chris and Brian, growls at anyone he sees as a threat to Chris. Loves licking people's faces when they're asleep and when he is excited.

Thirteen years later...

Edited. (Yay!) Point out any mistakes on the edited chapters if there are any.

Christopher

"Get the hell off me!" I yelled trying to break free from the suffocating headlock.

"No way! She was mine! Little bitch!" Zack shoved me down really hard punching me on the stomach.

I landed with a thud and winced at the impact, Zack stood towering over me, I kicked his feet making him jump, I seized the opportunity to grab his hair, I punched him in the face and sat on top of him.

"Why don't you ask your bitch of a girlfriend?!" I yelled.

He managed to push me off him, next thing, he was on top of me, punching me, I raised my elbows above my head blocking the hits, anger took over me! I don't know what happened, I guess I shoved him hard causing him to fall face down on the glass table, blood slowly creeping down his face and dripping to the floor.

"Ow!" He grabbed his fresh cut with a clenched jaw.

I stare wide-eyed at what I just did, maybe if I run now no one will know, I slowly back off bumping into something, please not him! please not him!

With the satisfactory look on Zack's face, I knew I had no chance.

How did I land in this mess?

Flashback

It was the Rinnnnnggggggg!!!!!! From my alarm which came blaring in my eardrum brutally waking me up from my nice sleep. I reached for it in annoyance, throwing it on the wall, but it crashed on the floor, never hitting the wall. My room is so huge, five people can live here. I was more than satisfied that the annoying sound had died down.

I scooped my pillows under my head and shut my eyes, returning to my peaceful dream. It is only 6:30. I'm just five minutes more. I thought.

I felt wet liquid everywhere on my face followed by a warm tongue licking me awake.

"Noo! Fluffy quit that." I pulled the pillow over my head, he crept inside my cover, licking my neck.

"Argh! Get out, bad boy!" I pushed him off my bed, raising the cover to my head.

My cover was savagely yanked down, "what the hell, whinny! I will, ugh! Bad boy!" I groan rolling on my stomach.

"Mr. Christopher it is 7:40 you are supposed to be in school, if you don't get up now you'll be late, your brothers are already gone," Henry said in his monotone tone, showing strict professionalism. But I know he cares.

"What the hell! Why didn't anyone wake me up? Where is my fucking alarm!" I leap out of bed racing to my wardrobe, I yank the door open, throwing my uniform on the bed.

"Language Sir, your breakfast is ready."

To hell breakfast, we're talking about my ass here.

I ran to the bathroom taking a quick shower, when I returned to the room Henry was gone, just fluff staring at me.

"Fluff, why didn't you wake me? Bad boy!" I said, he rested his head on his paw, I bet I saw him roll his eyes. Nah that's impossible.

I tripped in my school uniform, khaki trousers, a white long-sleeve button-down shirt, and a green short sleeve sweater vest without forgetting the green suffocating tie.

I brush my hair while stuffing my book in my backpack, I run out of the room racing down the stairs, mindless of the rules of not running in the house.

I yanked my black Lincoln navigator door open, fortunately for me, the driver was already waiting. Don't get me wrong, I can't drive yet so basically it is my private car with my private driver, all my brothers have one.

I arrived at school at 8:05, five minutes late for my first period, history and it was Mr. Drake's class. He is a really strict teacher in Phillips Exeter Academy, one of the most expensive private schools in England.

I was not planning on sneaking in, got caught many times, so I man up and walked straight to my class carefully pushing the door open.

Every eye left the board to stare at me like I was in a movie or something. Mr. Drake was busy on the board, I was pretty sure he saw me. I made my way to my seat taking my history book out.

"Mr. Jackson, why are you late?" He walked up to me towering over me.

I was not going to lie, "Broke my alarm, slept for one hour ten minutes more." I said nonchalantly, I was not scared of a detention slip just the consequences of bringing one home.

"Since you were truthful, you're having lunch detention with me," he said before walking off.

I was planning on hanging out with Brian but I guess he'll understand I prefer this to a detention slip father won't appreciate.

One and half hours through the class I felt like using the toilet since I didn't this morning. "Excuse me, sir, can I make use of the loo?" I asked, he gave me one of those "what's that for?" Looks, my eyes never left his cold brown ones, I've stared at more intimidating looks than his, like father's. Those piercing gray eyes of his always send chills down my spine.

"Five minutes," he pulled out a pass.

"Yes sir," I grabbed it before walking away. I sigh, this day is gonna be long and terrible.

I walk in the boys' loo, doing my business and washing my hands after.

The door was pushed open, Roby walked in, this is the boys' loo what the hell is she doing here.

"Uh, excuse me?" I said, and she turned around with a smile.

"Hey I'm a little lost, I am new to this school," she lied, twirling with her hair lock.

This girl, Zack is just too foolish. It is obvious she is a bitch, she must be thinking I don't know her but yeah I do, she is the girlfriend of my brother, uh I mean Zack Jackson.

"Oh yeah? This is the boys' loo, that of the girls is down the hall." I said while washing my hands.

She took some steps closer still twirling with her hair, "maybe you could show me?"

We were just a few inches away, I stared deep into her blue eyes in disgust.

"You know if Zack walks in right now there'll be a great scandal."

She stares wide-eyed at me.

"Yeah I know, cheating openly on him with his brother?" I scoff. "Is disgusting."

I tried to walk away but she grabbed my wrist, "you're hotter than your brother. I want you." She said.

"Ew Gross! Get your disgusting hands off me." I yank my hand from her grips, quickly pulling out my private spray for disinfecting gems, spraying it over my wrist, inhaling the beautiful scent of pure nature.

She frowned, "whatever!"

I walked out of the loo, with a little smile, I didn't do that because I was scared of Zack or any of my brothers, just because I don't like worn stuff. She was previously used by my brother, that's totally disgusting, and I'm not interested in that relationship.

After my classes, it was finally time for lunch. I was debating on skipping lunch while I walked in the hall.

"Little bitch!" My body was slammed against the lockers, Zack was breathing fire as he held me still.

"What the hell?! Let go!" I reaped his hands off my collar.

"How dare you touch my girl!" He yelled.

"I didn't touch anyone!"

"Oh, really what were you doing in the toilet with her? that's the news spreading like the wind."

"That? Well is not my fault she found me hotter than you," I smirk as his gray eyes turn darker. Ohh, bring it on.

"I'll kill you!" He sprang on me but someone pulled him away.

"Zack! What are you trying to do? A scandal?" Nathan said as he held Zack still.

"You heard the rumors! That little whore!" He ran his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, but you can't do this here, what if a teacher walks by and sees you beating him? Do you think father will be happy to hear about the trouble you've caused?"

Zack sighs, shaking his head, Nathan whispers something to him and he nodded in understanding.

"Whatever fuckers, you better get off my way, bitch boy," I smirk while walking away. I heard a foot pounding hard against the ground then Nathan's voice, I was careless of what they were saying.

I got my healthy lunch before walking back to history class, I'm not much of a junk eater.

"You're one minute late." Mr. Drake said, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Sorry sir, I had my back against the locker," I mumbled the last part.

"What?"

"Nothing Sir, I'm sorry for my unpunctuality," I said softly, hiding the sarcasm in my voice.

"You may sit." He said returning back to looking at his computer screen.

I pulled out a novel under my locker reading while eating is a bad habit but, I can't help it.

~~~~~~~~~

The last bell rang, I was slow to pack my stuff, I hate going home at times.

I entered my private car and we drove off, as soon as my foot hit our big compound.

I walked inside the house just to be shoved down by Zack, "here you are!"

I stood up pulling my sweat vest, "I didn't do anything with that bitch, and is not my fault if you're so dumb to see how much of a whore she is." I said nonchalantly, holding back an exasperated sigh.

Then this whole drama started.

End of flashback.

"It hurts father," Zack said, playing the victim. I swear I hate this guy.

Father hurried to his side, "don't stand there! Go get Henry!" He yelled at me.

I race out of the room calling Henry, till I found him, "father needs you now!" I managed to say between breaths.

Next thing Henry and I ran back to the living room, Zack had a napkin on his cut preventing the blood from oozing out.

Father was speaking on the phone while watching over Zack worriedly.

I just stood there shaking, till father's piercing gray eyes met mine.

"Go to your room," he said calmly. I could hear the hint of anger in his voice. I can't wait to see what will happen if I don't, I know father too well.

I grabbed my stuff getting out of that awkward tension, I raced to my room slamming the door behind me.

Why did I slam my door? I don't know, maybe because I'm angry? Or doomed! Father will kill me! I let my anger have the best of me again!

I set my bag down and my vest in the laundry basket, I took off my tie sitting nervously on the bed tapping my foot.

The door flipped open, father walked in shutting the door behind him, "bend over the desk," he instructed.

"I-" I tried speaking but he hushed me with his hand up high, pretty rude.

"I won't repeat that."

I reluctantly stood up walking to the desk and bending over, I heard him unbuckling his belt, then a sharp pain jolted through my body. The first strike is always a surprise, it took me all not to yelp as he rained down strikes on my poor rear.

I lose count at ten, I can't take anymore it feels like hell, tears escape from my eyes landing on my brown desk, and quiet sobs left my trembling lips when the strike won't stop. I broke down sobbing loudly but said nothing. It's of no use saying anything, it doesn't work with father.

Finally, the eternal torment stopped, I didn't hear him buckle his belt, it hurts so bad.

"Sit." He pointed to my bed, I leaped up to where he mentioned still sobbing. "I-i'm sorry." I stutter.

"No you're not, you're sorry that you got spanked, get ready for soccer practice in thirty minutes." He said before walking out.

Is always like that with my father. He is not an emotional person, this is not the first time though, don't get me wrong I don't hurt my brothers physically every day, this is the first time, anyway He is right I'm not sorry for what I did just sorry that I got spanked.

Hey! I'm not the bad guy here Zack is, that's why I don't regret anything, I love what I did to him he deserves it and more. That was just the beginning. I'll make him pay so badly. Some day he'll be on my mercy and he'll wish he never came to earth. That I promise.

Hey, guys sorry for not updating earlier, I had school work, but now am back!

2107 words for my third chapter, hope you love it.

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