Stepbrother

Chapter 14

I woke up to the loud banging of pots and pans. This woman never cooks, what the hell is going on?

I opened my eyes and saw Jeremy sitting up in his bed, hair wild. He looked over at me and made a weird face. "What the hell is that?"

Well I'm glad you're unfazed by last night. "I.. I don't know," I said quietly.

"Look, lets pretend last night didn't happen."

"But it did."

"I know. Just.. don't talk about it," he sighed, looking away.

"Okay," I said, looking down.

Bang! "Let's go see what the hell that is," Jeremy said, getting up and grabbing a pair of shorts from his bag.

I slid out of the bed, avoiding looking at Jeremy while he put his shorts on. I pushed the leg of my sweatpants down. When I sleep, they somehow ride up to my knee.

We slid out into the hallway quietly. Jeremy walked down the stairs cautiously. I followed slowly. We peeked around the corner to see Jeff holding a pan and my mom passed out on the floor. Jeremy busted around the corner and tackled Jeff.

"Take all the pots, pans, and anything sharp!" Jeremy yelled while he wrestled with Jeff. I grabbed the pots and pans from the floor, then took the entire silverware drawer out of the counter.

"Get them out of the house!" Jeremy yelled. I ran outside and put them by the doorstep. I ran back in. "And now call 911," Jeremy panted. Jeff pushed Jeremy off of him, but Jeremy threw himself back at Jeff and kept him down.

I ran upstairs and grabbed my phone, quickly dialing 911.

"911," the operator said.

"My stepdad hit my mom in the head with a pan," I said. I didn't sound panicked, and I really wasn't. Honestly, I was just worried about Jeremy..

"Okay.. where are you?" I gave her the address. "Sending help," she said. I hung up.

I jogged down the stairs and peeked in the kitchen. Jeremy was wrestling a pen out of Jeff's hand. I ran over and pulled the pen out of his hand. Jeremy panted, "Thank you."

I walked outside just as the cops pulled up. I tossed the pen into the pile. "What's the problem?"

"Well my stepdad hit my mom with a pan, I guess. She's knocked out cold," I said, pointing to the pans on the doorstep, then motioning for them to come in. "My stepbrother is holding him down.."

"Move!" one cop shouted, pointing a taser at Jeremy. Jeremy jumped out of the way and came over toward me. Jeff grabbed my moms foot and pulled her. "Let go!" the cop shouted.

The other cop got a pair of handcuffs and walked over to Jeff. Jeff got up and ran out of the way. The cops chased him, and eventually tazed him. Jeff fell to the ground, twitching weirdly.

Jeremy grabbed my arm. I looked at him and he looked fine. "What?" I asked.

"What?" he replied. I looked down to our arms and he blushed. "Oh.. I.." He trailed off and unhooked our arms.

Jeff looked over, he looked like he could foam at the mouth any second now. His eyes were full of hatred.

The cops pulled his hands behind his back.

"Are you okay?" Jeremy asked me. I nodded.

One cop took him out, and one stayed and questioned us while an ambulance arrived to get my mom.

"Now, do you two have anyone who could take care of you for a couple hours or so?"

"I'm sixteen," Jeremy said. "I can care for myself."

"Can you care for her too?" he said. Apparently, he cant tell that we aren't six.

"I'm fifteen," I said. He nodded and turned to walk out.

"That was.. wow," Jeremy said. The other cop came back in.

"He's going to jail for domestic violence. Probably only a twenty to thirty day sentence. What's his name? He refuses."

"Jeff McKinnon," Jeremy said, sighing. It sounded kind of like a relived sigh.

"Thank you," the cop said, nodding as he walked out.

"Oh, thank god, he's gone," Jeremy said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I've been living on the edge since we got here. I didn't want him to hurt you.." Jeremy said.

"Oh.." I said, nodding slightly. "We should go check on my mom soon."

"Yeah," Jeremy nodded.

"You've got your drivers license, right?" I asked, grabbing my moms car keys.

"Learners permit," he said, catching the keys as I tossed them to him.

"Good enough," I shrugged, following him outside.

"If we crash.. oops. If we die.... Sorry," he said, cranking the car. I rolled my eyes and plugged my phone in to the speaker.