A reckless boy Charles Harper (𝐽𝑜𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑧𝑧𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜) falls in love with the new girl Shay Jamison (𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟). Shay moved to Missouri from California and lives next to Joe. Will they fall in love? Will Charles change his act and be more nicer...
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⚠️THERE ARE SOME PARTS THAT⚠️ ⚠️INCLUDE THROW UP SO BE AWARE⚠️ ⚠️IF YOUR SENSITIVE TO THAT STUFF⚠️
"We'll be okay" I said trying not to tear up from looking into her scared eyes. "We gotta fight Charles" she said showing confidence.
Shay's POV
"Who even are those guys?" I ask him. "I think Amelia knows them and they want to hurt me or.. worse." I look at him with shock after he just admitted that. "Oh my gosh is she like apart of a gang or something?" I asked wanting to know more. "No she just knows.. people" he looked down at the last word. "Okay we gotta get out of here Charles we can't just sit here" I said.
We both fix our postures getting ready for anything at this point. I look around the room searching for a sharp object. "There" I said excitedly but quiet. Trying to balance to stand up without my hands is very hard but I seem to do it anyway. I walk over to a small desk on the other side of the closet. I turn around to grab a pair of scissors.
I see Charles stand up as well so I turn around and try to cut the rope that is tying his hands together. "To the left a little" he said quickly so I do so. "To far" I try and place the scissors on the right but of course I can't feel or see anything since I was facing away from him. "Just a hair to the right" I follow his instructions. "There" he said. I cut the rope thankfully not hurting him.
He turns around and frees me also. I turn around to give him a big hug before we collect ourselves to gain confidence to fight and figure out how to get out of here. Charles walks over to the door handle and try's to open it but like earlier they locked it. "See anything to break the door?" He asked "here's a chair" I said handing him a wooden chair that obviously won't break down a metal door. "What about that?" He asked me still holding the handle pointing to a steel rod in the corner of the room. I walk over and hand it to him.
Charles begins to aggressively hit the door handle with the rod causing lots of banging noises that could easily get us caught. "Wait Charles look" I said staring at a possible escape. "How did we not see that before?" He said while rushing to a small window far up on the wall.
He loudly smashes the glass with the rod making a clear exit. "Here I'll boost you up" he said leaning down crossing his fingers with the palm of his hands facing up so I step on them and boost myself close to the window. He boosts me up and I grab the the window to pull my self through. "Charles?!" I said scared. My face was going to smash on the ground if I just fell through. But instead there was an open dumpster. "How am I supposed to get down? Fall on my face?" "No, do you see any pipes on the wall?" He asked. "Yeah" "good grab onto that and try to pull yourself through" I did what he said.
My legs were the only things in the window by now. I squeeze my leg through and place it on the pipe and pull myself through all the way. "Now what?" I asked looking into Charles eyes still in the place we were both trapped in. There was a pretty tall drop underneath me. Not enough to kill me but not exactly safe to jump off of.
"See the dumpster Shay?" I look behind me and say "yeah". "Good are the lids open?" He said not very calmly. "Mhm" "good now jump into it" "but what if there is glass in there?" I ask him starting to tear up. "That is the Dairy Queen dumpster, I doubt they have stuff like that in there." He said reassuring me. I trusted him and jump off landing in the smelly garage thankfully unhurt.
Less than a minute after Charles jumps in right next to me. We climb out and run for his truck. He successfully opens the truck and be both jump in and drive off as soon as possible.
"Oh my god that was nerve racking" he said out of breath coming to a red light at an intersection. "You smell like shit" he said looking at me with a dorky smile. "I'm afraid you have some green on your cheek Harper" I said to him. He quickly opens the visor above him to see a big green smudge on his right cheek making him gag. "Oh please no I'm a sympathetic thrower uper" I said with worry taking over my voice.
Still waiting for the light to turn green he opens the truck door and barfs right on the street. I plug my ears and look away or else I'll throw up too. I look up to see that the light turned green and begin to hear honking behind us. I unplug my ears and look back to see who's honking but I catch a whiff off the horrible smelling things that are coming out of my boyfriend. Right as I see someone pass us I begin to gag. I rush to open the door but my insides spill all over the car door and on my right knee.
"Charles" I said trying to talk after thirty seconds of spilling my guts everywhere. He finally looks over to me and gags again. "Please no!" I said but he just coughs and closes his door. He carefully reaches over to the glovebox and gets out a bunch of napkins and hands them to me, unlocks my door, and faces the other way.
After cleaning my disgusting throw up we start to drive away from the intersection we were stuck at for five minutes.
He dropped me off at my house. I slowly and quietly open the front door successfully opening and closing it without my parents knowing.
When I walk into my room i see the time 4:47am . I'm in shock at the amount of time we spent trying to escape those crazy guys. I then realize I can't sleep like this. I have to go take a shower or my parents will catch on.
I walk down stairs, put my clothes in the washer, and take a shower.
