disposition. | jack gilinsky

| Chapter 14 |

Cameron emerged from his house with alertness about 45 seconds later. I limped across the street to him and he hugged me.

"What's wrong, is everything okay?" He asked frantically. "You wrote in like, all caps."

"Everything's everything. I really need you to drive me around the corner though," I pleaded with him.

"What's happening around the corner?"

"Hopefully nothing too bad."

We hopped in his car and I directed him to Sammy's house. When we got there, I saw Jack's scooter and knocked on the front door with the quickness. There was no answer, not even a sound from inside. But then I heard a thud and some grunting. I realized it wasn't coming from inside, but the backyard. There was the sound of a ceramic pot smashing and soon Sammy's puppy began to bark obnoxiously.

"Imogen," Cam whispered back by his car. "Let's get out of here, I've got a bad feeling about this."

"If you wanna go, then go," I whispered a little louder.

I went toward the side gate and let myself in. Cam seemed troubled, not knowing if he wanted to stay or go. Sammy and Jack weren't just having a little fight, I saw blood. Jack's nose and mouth were bloody while Sammy was bleeding from his forehead and knuckles. They were tumbling and rolling. First Jack had Sammy on the ground, then vice versa.

"Stop it!" I yelled. I caught Jack's immediate attention but Sammy saw it as a chance to punch him in the face.

Regardless of the pain in my knee, I charged at Sammy the best way I could. But he was too strong and he pushed me down, not long before kicking Jack in the side.

"Sammy," Jack groaned. "This isn't you."

"Now you fucking know me?" Sammy shouted down to him.

I felt arms around my waist, picking me up. It was Cameron.

"You okay?" He whispered. I nodded.

Cameron tried to be sneaky by coming up behind Sammy, but then he stepped on a twig and Sammy turned around to punch him square in the nose. Cameron dropped like a hot potato and stayed there, clearly knocked out. Sammy started walking toward me.

"Sending your friends after me, Imogen? Really? I can clearly take on all of you." He takes his shirt off and throws it off to the side. It became a deja vu moment when he pinned me against the cement column, both his hands holding my wrists against it. "We could've been great you know? Bonnie and Clyde type of shit. Badasses gotta stick together. I mean, I fucked you good, right?" His heavy breathing was pulsing against my sweaty neck.

"Get over yourself, we fucked one time," I muttered.

"And you loved it," he said as he pressed harder against me. "Yo Jack, you wanna watch while I fuck your girl against this pole? Making her moan and squeal my name instead of yours? Would you enjoy the show?"

Without thinking I spit in his face and it pissed him off. He quickly wiped his face but then without hesitation, started choking me. His grip was too hard and I had no success loosening it. I even tried to knee him in the balls but he kept blocking me. But I was able to use my flexibility to lift my leg high enough to take my spiked sneaker off and hit him over the head with it. They're clearly not true sharp spikes but they were enough to inflict some sort of pain to where he finally let go of my neck.

Suddenly, Jack gets to his feet and grabs Sammy, holding his arms behind him so he couldn't move much.

"I don't wanna fight you anymore Sam," Jack said to him. "What the fuck has gotten into you?"