Chapter 2: Walls Around Jack

Chapter 2: Walls Around Jack

Since the day Jack arrived, his coldness made the house feel colder. He rarely spoke, and when he did, his words were sharp and rough. It was clear he didn’t want to be here.

I watched him carefully. He moved like a ghost in the large rooms, always quiet, always distant. He did not laugh or smile. Even when I tried to be kind, he stayed cold.

One afternoon, I sat near the window, watching the sunlight fall on the garden. Jack came into the room and stood by the door.

The room was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. I looked at Jack, hoping for some sign—anything—that he might open up. I tried asking him another question, but he didn’t say a word. His eyes stayed cold and unreadable.

Frustrated but determined, I leaned a little closer and lowered my voice to a gentle whisper. “Why do you hate me so much?”

Jack’s gaze flickered for a moment, as if surprised by my question. Then he looked away, silence falling heavier than before.

I waited, hoping for an answer, but all I felt was the cold distance between us—an invisible wall I didn’t know how to break.

Jack’s dark eyes locked on mine. For a moment, I thought he might answer. But then, he looked away and said, “I don’t hate you. I hate your family.”

His words hit me like a cold wind. I wanted to understand his pain. “Why?” I asked.

He said nothing for a long time. Then, in a low voice, he told me, “Your family ruined mine. We were once proud and rich. But your family took everything from us. Your father destroyed me,my hole family.”

I am speechless. I never thought of my family as cruel. But now, I hear the truth from Jack’s mouth and cannot believe it. I try to convince my self that my father is a gentleman. He can never harm anyone.

Days passed, and I kept trying to prove him wrong about my father. I sat quietly when he was near. Sometimes, I talked about small things—flowers, the weather, the stars. But Jack stayed quiet.

My family hated him. They whispered and laughed behind his back. Sometimes, they shouted at him for small mistakes. One day, my uncle told him, “Remember your place. You are nothing here.”

Jack never argued. He just bowed his head and left.

I hated how my family treated him. I wished I could protect Jack from their cruelty.

One evening, I found Jack sitting alone in the garden. The moon was bright, and the stars sparkled in the sky. I sat next to him.

I gether my courage and I asked him“Do you miss your family?”.

Jack’s eyes were full of sadness. “Every day,” he said. “But they had no choice.”

“Do you have dreams?” I asked softly.

He looked at me, surprised. “Dreams?”

“Yes,” I said. “What do you want in life?”

Jack was silent. After a long pause, he said, “Freedom. To live without chains.”

His words touched my heart deeply. I wanted to help him.

Slowly, I realized that Jack was not just cold and rude. He was scared and broken. His family’s loss and the pain of being sold had made him close his heart.

I decided to be patient. Maybe, one day, Jack would trust me.

But even as I hoped, I knew it would be difficult. The walls between us were high, built by years of pain and hate.

Still, I would not give up.

Because somewhere inside me, I felt a strange hope—a hope that maybe, just maybe, love could break those walls.

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