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mom questions Lyle.
    “She’s a retard,” he slurs through his swollen and bloody face.
    “That’s quite enough from you. I’m calling your mother. You’re no longer allowed over to our house anymore,” she starts to turn and my dad pulls in.
    I groan because I just know he’s going to lay into me for this.
    “What the heck happened here,” he asks shocked looking over Lyle.
    “Your son beat him up for attacking Jessa,” my mom states before walking off and going inside.
    “You did this to him,” my father asks.
    Closing my eyes, I wait for it. “Yes, Sir. No one hurts Jessa while I’m around or ever,” I hiss looking at Lyle.
    “We’ll talk later, son,” his tone is clip and I can’t tell what emotion he’s holding in.
    Sighing, we all walk inside and wait for Mrs. Willard to show up. When she sees her son, my mom and her start getting in an argument over what happened to Lyle while we sit around the dining room table. Mrs. Willard condones her son’s comments and says she agrees with them wholeheartedly.
    “Then you’re both idiots!” I yell.
    “Hunter,” my father warns, but I don’t take the hint.
    “Jessa is an incredible person. She brightens my days no matter how crappy they’ve been. Just being around her makes them better. She’s incredibly smart. At thirteen, she’s doing college work. Your son is barely passing and was suspended today for telling a teacher to suck him.”
    Mrs. Willard gasps as she looks down at her son.
    “Jessa is the strongest, smartest, most talented, loving, beautiful soul I’ve ever met. She did not deserve the treatment she received from your son nor the horrible thoughts from you,” I glare at Lyle’s mom. “Maybe you should take a look at your own life before you insult other people. Because your husband is sleeping with the teacher that Lyle told to suck him. Your family is far from perfect,” I say wanting them to feel the pain that I know Jessa feels all day and night long. Childish behavior maybe, but at this point, I just don’t care. “At least that’s what Lyle tells me. So, as my mom and Dad always tell me. People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. No one is perfect or better than someone else just because they live a different way. We’re different for a reason. She’s not a freak, but you are close minded if you can’t open your eyes and see what she is capable of.”
    “I think you’ve made your point son…” My dad tries again to get me to stop talking, but I can’t. Not when the last image in my head is of her falling to the ground and being so limp in my arms as I carry her over to her father.
    “No, no I haven’t. Jessa says there are bad people everywhere and I keep telling her that she is wrong. Maybe she isn’t. This town seems to be quick to judge her based on what they think instead of what they know. Yeah, she has medical problems, but she fights them and still finds a reason to smile every day. Even when people like you rip her down and take away more of her with your nasty words. One day, one day, she’s going to do something incredible and you all will wish you had taken a moment to look past the shell and see the pearl inside. If your son comes near her again, I will beat the crap out of him again. I don’t even want him near her to apologize, not that you’ll make him because you condone his behavior. No one will hurt my Jessa as long as I can help it.”
    My father places his hand on my arm and I look up at my parents. Mom has tears in her eyes and Dad tries to hide a smirk on his face. “Are you done now son?”
    “Yes, I don’t want to see them anymore. Oh wait one more thing. Lyle you can go back and tell the guys whatever you want about me. Jessa is a real friend and I’m beginning to realize just how important she is to me. If you all want to give me hell because I care about her, go for it. I don’t care.” Looking at my parents, “Now I’m done. I’ll go to my room because I’m sure