<JEREMY'S P.O.V>
I watched as Mike got farther and farther away from me.
"MIKE!" I called out.
"H-HELPPP!" I screamed.
That's when he started running to me.
I stomped my feet onto the ground, my heels skidding on the floor, slowing me down.
Mike was here.
<MIKE'S P.O.V>
I wasn't gonna just let Jeremy's dad drag him out like this without putting up a fight.
"You know what, bastard? I'm going to call the cops."
Mr. Fitzgerald suddenly stopped.
"No... you wouldn't." he replied.
"Oh, but I would." I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my phone.
I dialed the number.
"It would be my pleasure."
But as I talked on the phone, Jeremy was pulled away once more.
"MIIIKKKKEEE!"
I started chasing after him, talking to the police at the same time.
"And he's been being abused." I said.
"Okay. We'll send over someone, okay?" an obnoxious lady replied.
"Alright. Bye." I said, hanging up the phone and sprinting down the hospital hallway, hoping to catch up to Jeremy.
If I didn't save him, I might never see him again.
But it was too late.
He was gone.
But it was okay.
He was gonna get help, and I knew he would call me.
<JEREMY'S P.O.V>
Once we arrived at my Dad's shitty house, I was dragged out of the car.
"Tried... hanging yourself, huh?" my dad asked.
"Wish it... would've worked..." he mumbled.
I rolled my eyes as he dragged me into the house.
Once I got inside, I ran upstairs as quickly as I could.
"GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, YOU ANTI-SOCIAL BITCH!" I heard him scream to me.
"W-WHO WOULD WANT T-TO TALK T-TO YOU?!" I screamed back.
I reached into my pocket and was about to call Mike, but I heard a knock on the front door.
Was that Mike?!
I sprinted down the steps and ran to the door, then answering it.
There stood the police and social services.
"Hi, we got a call earlier that there's an alcoholic here? Who's been abusing his son?" one person asked.
"T-That's... my dad." I whispered.
"WHO'S HERE, SHIT HEAD?"
My dad shoved me out of the way, walking to the door.
"The... hell you want?" he asked them.
They then entered the house without saying a word.
They looked in the living room, kitchen, bathrooms, my room, the basement...
Once they finished, they wrote something down on a notepad.
"Son, this place is not fit for you to live in. Neither is it a safe place." one of the men said.
"So, c'mon. We're taking you to an orphanage. You'll find great new parent someday."
My eyes widened.
ORPHANAGE?!
"NO!" I screamed.
What was going to happen?
Would I ever see Mike again?
