this is how it really happened
[note: this was written for my own entertainment and posted here only for archiving purposes. it was left screened while the official mbh jose was active to avoid confusion or misunderstanding, and unscreened only after the official mbh jose vacated the journal.]
You probably think I took it lying down, accepted my fate, didn't try to fight back. Poor fragile little Jose, you probably think I just closed my eyes and covered my head and waited for the beating to stop. But you're wrong. I fought them with everything I had. Even knowing it would make it worse, even knowing how mad it would make Ted, I fought back. For what good it did. The bruises on my hands just compounded the ones on my body. My back and chest were blue for weeks, but before I went down I took a lucky swing and knocked one of Nicky's teeth out, and the next day I covered my bruises with a long-sleeved shirt and went back out while he hid at home. It almost made it feel like I won the fight.
Not that it was the last one.
Afterwards, Rock came out of the cupboard where he'd been hiding and helped get me to my room. He was just 14 but already a lot stronger than me, and sometimes I get mad because I think, if he'd just stayed, if it had been the two of us against them, it might have turned out differently. But I know it wouldn't have. There were three of them, and they had more than ten years and fifty pounds each on us. They were grown men, and we were kids just learning to throw a punch. Even if Rock had stayed, we didn't have a chance.
And besides, when it was him they caught alone, I was the one who ran, every time. We're both still running.