Trust Taken and Given

Chapter 3: The Bad News

It's been around 3 years now. Toby said he was planning something big for our anniversary. Soon we would be graduating in a year so we only had one grade left. I was happy about it,but I still had no idea what I wanted to do after school. Toby didn't show up to school today. Actually he hadn't been at school for 3 days. While I was in the empty classroom me and him would always go to I got a call. It was his mom. What she said brought me to tears. I didn't care if I got in trouble I ran out of the school and drove my car to the hospital. I was so worried about Toby. Apparently him and his family were in a car crash. I got into the hospital and I asked where Toby Rodgers were. The nurse showed me his room. I went over and sat next to him crying.

"Why did this have to happen? Please, just be alright Toby." He had cuts and bruises. His eye was black and his hair was messier than normal. He seemed to be sleeping so I stayed for a while. He eventually started waking up.

"Ashley, what are you doing here? I thought you were never going to be here."

"I just figured out today when your mom called. I'm so sorry."

Toby explained everything to me. He explained how him and his family was in a car wreck.

"What about your sister, Toby?" His eyes started to tear up. I could tell by how he looked what happened. She wasn't lucky like the rest of them, she died. I never liked his father. He's the one who cause Toby to be hurt.

"Toby, please tell me that you will be alright. Tell me your mother will be leaving him." Toby looked worried. He hated when I would bring that up, but I knew that it had to happen. I knew that his mother would think about it, we once talked about it even. She was scarred of what he would do if they left. Toby's father was only some what nice around me. He wasn't nice other days. I remember when I was visiting one day he yelled at his wife. She told him how she was tired of his act that he played. He wasn't very happy. Toby just told me to stay quiet and not say anything.

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"I'm so sick of how you think you are the boss in this house!" I could hear Toby's mother. I'm figuring Toby's father told her to do something. He treats her like a dog though, always telling her what to do.

"Ashley, get in the closet and stay quiet. I'll tell you when to come out I just don't want you to get hurt." Toby's sister walked in and sat next to me.

"Ashley, I'm sorry you have to be here during this. Do you want me to stay here with you?" Toby's sister and I were like best friends. She wasn't in the same grade as me, but I liked to have her as a friend. I then heard the sound of a plate being smashed. At that moment I had known what had happened. After a while of yelling and noises it was finally safe to get out of the closet. Toby looked semi beaten up,but not as bad as his mother. I figured that his father was drunk so I just climbed out of the window and walked home.

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Toby was slowly falling asleep and his mother walked in.

"Mrs.Rodgers, will he be okay?" She nodded and smiled.

"Your mother called, Ashley. She said that she wanted you home and you could come back tomorrow." I smiled and left the room. I drove home and there was two cars in our drive way. The one car was my mothers, but I don't know who owned the other car. I walked into the house only to find my mother laying on the ground unconscious. I knew what was going on. I searched through the kitchen for a sharp knife. Someone was walking down the stairs and I hid. When I saw the person I couldn't believe it. It was Ethan, but why was he here. He had what looked like a duffel bag full of stuff. I was scared and I didn't know what to do. Should I try to stab him or call the cops? I immediately called the cops scarred that he had a gun. I quietly explained and gave them the address.

Police soon showed up and Ethan started shooting the ceiling.

"Who's in this house with me!?!?! Huh? I will find you." With that the police were in the house. Ethan wasn't much of a fight though. He went down with one kick. I stood up scarred of what would happen. I dropped the knife and phone. One of the cops came up to me.

"You did good calling us kid. Most people would try to defend themselves instead." With that he walked off as the police drove away with Ethan in the car. Some investigators searched through the duffel bag. They only found money and some items. I was happy that he didn't get away. Ambulance came to my house and took my mother to the hospital. Now I have to be at the hospital and I won't leave.