Abused and Hunted. Thats me! (On hold for now.)

The overeaction.(duhn duhn duhn)

sorry this is so short. i felt i had to write something. forgive me 4 the long wait.     :-)

 

He threw back the blankets on the bed and ran to me wearing only a pair of sweat pants. He gathered me up in a hug, his torso warming my whole body. "Thank you for brining her up Angie." He said to the lady

"No problem. I'll be at the desk if you need me." She left and shut the door behind her. Tyson turned on a lamp and picked me up, setting me on the bed and tickling me. "Tyson... stop...tickling... me! I ... have... bad news!" I said between giggles "Stop!" I tried to get up but he pinned me down. At least he stopped tickling me. "Oh? And what's this bad news little sis?"

"Tyson dad has been beating mom and I. hurting us. He..."

"Jet are you serious? Why have you never called me?"

"Dad said he'd kill me if I told anyone. Even one person."

"Wait, Jet how did you get here? Did mom drive you? Where is she?"

"She didn't drive me I took a taxi. And mom is dead. Dad killed her last night." I started crying and Tyson held me in his lap like I was five instead of fifteen. "Shh its ok Jet at least your safe." His voce cracked and I could tell he was crying. After a while he snuggled me under the covers and put his arms around me. "its ok Jet go to sleep. You've had a long night."

   Dreams tormented me all night and I woke up screaming The smell of bacon tempted my nose and sunlight blinded me. I put my hands over my eyes and groaned. "Jet you're ok. You're with me. Ill protect u." I threw my arms around him and squeezed until it hurt me. "Jet you're only 15. How can you hug this hard?" apparently it hurt him too. In one swift motion he took my hands from behind his back and pined them above my head. That's when he saw the cut mark running down my arm. "Oh, jet! How did that happen?" I slid both my arms out of his grasp and crawled to the other side of the room. He walked over to me kneeling down and lifting my chin so I had no choice but to look at him. "Jet, I love you but you need to tell me what happened. Should I call the cops?"

"Tyson he killed our mom! He hurt her and I saw it. It's my fault she's dead. I hid in my closet while dad was looking for me and he took his anger out on mom! If he figures out where I am he'll come looking for me." I gasped "And you! Call the cops. I don't want you hurt too."

Tyson was speechless. "You think it's your fault? It's not your fault. You were afraid and you hid. No one can blame you for that. I will call the cops." He picked up the phone and dialed 911. "Hello? Yes. I just figured out my dad has been abusing my fourteen year old sister and mom. Yes. He killed our mom last night. I'm calling from apartment 112 in the maple street apartments. My sister is with me. Sure ambulance too. She has a gash running up her arm thanks to my dad. I'm not sure. Yes. No, no relatives. Yes. Thank you. Bye."

I stared at him. "An ambulance? I don't need an ambulance."

"I want them to check your arm. Do you have any more injuries?"

"Just bruises."

"No, I can read you like a book. Tell me or I'll have them search your whole body until they find it."

I smiled. "I hate your abilities. Well I also have this one." I lifted my hair so he could see the scar running from my ear down to my neck.

"Oh my god, Jet. Did he do that too?"

   I nodded. "Um, Tyson? Your bacons burning." I watched as he messed with the bacon until he finally put it all on a plate. He brought some over to me and held it out. "You want some?" he asked  

  I looked at the black bacon then back up at him one eyebrow raised. "Yeah I didn't think so." He said he took a piece and tried to bite into it. It made a crunching sound but his teeth didn't make it through the bacon. He tried again but still couldn't bite through it. He dropped the bacon back on the plate and dumped it all in the trash.

   "Oh wow Tyson. I don't know how you survived this long cooking like that." I laughed we heard sirens approaching. "We better go see them. I don't want Angie getting worried." He said

   He picked me up and gave me a piggy back ride down to the lobby. I went outside while Tyson talked to Angie. Tyson walked out just as an ambulance and police car showed up. Tyson showed the EMTs (A/N. emergency medical transportation) my scars. "Ok hon." One of them said "Lets get you in the ambulance."

   I clung tighter to Tyson. "I need to tell the police where dad is so you need to go alone. I'll be down later to see how you're doing. Let go,Jet"

One of the EMTs grabbed my waist and tried to pry me away from him. "No!" I shouted grabbing Tyson's torso and held on with all my strength. The EMTs and cops were all trying to pry me off of him now. I had awful trust issues. "Jet! You're crushing me! Let go!" Tyson gasped

   "Tyson please don't let them take me. I don't want to go I want to stay with you! Help me!" I was crying and I looked up at him. His face was blank. I gasped as the EMTs finally pulled me off him. I struggled in their grasp and finally broke away.

   I ran my full speed around the side of the building where Angie grabbed me. "I knew it I can't trust anyone!" I sank to my knees crying. "Oh Jet." She let go of me and I took that as my chance. I stood up and ran.

   There was a fence around the grassy back yard and I ran straight toward it and jumped. My hands took hold on the top of the fence and I tried to pull myself up. The same thought kept repeating in my head.

   'Give up. Give up. Give up.' I had no intention of giving up though. Unfortunately my conscious body had no say in that. I fell to the ground over whelmed. I looked up, my vision blurring. I saw blurry figures rushing toward me.

"Jet are you ok?" asked Tyson my world went black. "Tyson." I whispered I had fainted given up to the fight. What would happen now?

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