Isaac Robinson (Currently Being Edited)

Chapter 48

Words written like this equal= flashback

John Green.

Crimson takers.

It took a few moments before it all starting to connect.. Connect to that one dark past I would just rather forget about.

"15 year old Chase Park, along with some friends, assaulted and murdered 47 year old John Green. His friends claim they were only walking home when all of a sudden, these young men came out of nowhere.." I heard the anchormans voice say as random flashbacks of that traumatic time starting flashing right before me.

"Don't think you can kill off one of the Crimson Takers and just get away from it! I swear to fucking god you're paying for this kid!" A man threatened as the police handcuffed Chase and shoved him into their car, a few of them held the man back before he could get any violent.

Suddenly, a new flashback replaced the current one, one of my worst and traumatic ones.

"No please no!!" I could remember younger me shout as the man clamped a hand on my mouth.

Those past memories.. From my 9 year old self sobbing and running to Jonas' house after what I went through to Chase getting arrested kept all of them kept going, it almost felt like my brain was purposely torturing me since the flashbacks kept replaying in my head, that is, until I had enough and snapped back to reality.

By the time I had snapped back to reality, I realized that Chase and those guys weren't even inside of the cafe anymore, they had taken their business outside; a few blocks away from the cafe in the matter of fact. I ended up finding them in some empty valley, all of them seemed angry as hell.

"I'm not sorry for killing him!" I heard Chase shout.

"Thanks to you, I lost my father and went through years of pain!!" Wyatt fumed, walking towards Chase.

Chase angrily walked close as well, ready to throw some fists but the group had grabbed Chase, restraining him and allowing Wyatt to throw a punch at him. That didn't do anything though except make Chase angrier since he clenched his teeth.

"I didn't know that bastard had a son, but I don't regret killing that motherfucker. Hell, if I had a chance to kill him again I would happily do so and make it a slow painful cause even death itself is too low of a punishment for a rapist like him!" Chase spat out, his fists tightened and he squirmed.
"Let me go you fucking idiots!"

"Shut the fuck up, quit making shit up. My father wasn't like that, you fucking liar." Wyatt spat, throwing another punch, this one landing on Chase's stomach.

Not being able to handle it any longer, especially since it was clear as day that they wanted to beat him up any second, I grabbed my jacket and put it on as I rushed to the scene.

My fists clenched as I remembered all of those traumatic memories of the past. It pissed me off knowing that because of me Chase was thrown into prison for years.. Because of that sick old man, that same man Wyatt was avenging. Who the fuck cared if he was his father, he deserved to die.

I jumped in before the group were about to beat up Wyatt.

"Your father deserved to die!" All of that anger that had built up was finally let out, I can't even describe the emotions I was feeling. I had a stong urge to both to just scream, beat the shit out of them all, and to break down and cry.

One of them that had been holding onto a knife against Chase's throat had loosened his grip, caught off guard by my presence.

"Who the fuck are you, and what the hell did you just say?" Wyatt's attention went to me.

"He deserved to die, Chase isn't lying when he says he deserved to die, he deserved that and more."

The group just stared at each other before bursting into laughter.

"How would you be so sure, huh?"

As they all started talking at the same time, I felt my face heat up with all the anger that was building up. I couldn't take their loud chatter anymore.. Suddenly my emotions took the best out of me and I shouted with all my strength.

"Your father raped me!!" I growled, all of them shutting up. The laughter had died down.. Even Chase looked caught off guard.