The Rebel Royalties

Chapter 39

Carla's POV

Derek, Tyler, and I were playing Mario Kart and I was in first place, "No, c'mon," Derek muttered, Derek was in second and was trying his best to get ahead of me. It wasn't working for shit.

Meanwhile, Tyler had gotten hit with a blue shell and was now in eighth place, trying to catch up. I was halfway through the last lap when my phone started, I let out a breath and paused the game. "What the hell," Tyler exclaimed, I scoffed and answered my phone.

"What's up," I asked, Derek raised an eyebrow and I shrugged, it's not like I cared that much about the race.

"I need help," Rylee cried, I paused before getting to my feet and going to my shoes.

"Where," I asked, slipping them on, Derek and Tyler looked at me.

"Home," she sniffed, I let out a breath.

Derek got up and put on his shoes, "What's going on," he asked, I swallowed.

"It's Ry, text my mothers to get there, police wise, please," I said, looking at him, his face dropped as he grabbed his phone. "Alright, Rylee, I'll be there as soon as I can and we texted my mom so that the police will meet me there."

She let out a shaky breath, "Okay," she agreed, I ran outside, reaching for my keys when Derek got on his bike and started it.

He glanced back at me, "Let's go," he said, I got on behind Derek and he took off.

"Hey, where's J," I asked, Rylee let out a shaky breath.

"In his room, I think."

I nodded to myself, "Alright, did you get to a hiding spot at least," I asked, Derek slowed to a stop when a stop light turned red.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yeah," she answered, I nodded as I pulled my phone away from my ear and pulled up Jordan's phone number.

Me: Lock ur bedroom door n sit outside ur window, pls.

J: What's going on?

Me: Just do what I said. Also don't open the door unless they say lightsaber.

Derek started going again and I put my phone back to my ear, "Ry?"

"I hear her, Carls," she whispered, I took a deep breath and shook my head.

"Take a deep breath, okay? I've got Jordan sitting outside his window after locking the door and Der and I are a block or two away, alright," I asked, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," she told me, I nodded as Derek turned down the street that her house was on.

The line went silent before I heard her gasp in pain, "Rylee," I exclaimed, as Derek pulled up to her house. "Rylee?"

I heard the sirens, "Let me go," I barely heard it, fuck, her mom found her and she dropped her phone.

Derek stopped his bike and I ran inside with him beside me, "Rylee," I yelled, as he ran upstairs to Jordan.

"Here," Rylee screamed, I ran into the next room to see her pushed back into the wall. Blood was trailing down her chin and her arms were covered in red marks that would turn to bruises by tomorrow. I gulped, knowing that if I stepped in I could get into trouble with the police and that the only evidence they'd have is me fighting with Rylee's mother with Rylee covered in bruises and shit.

Her mother wrapped a hand around her throat and the sirens sounded like they were down the street. I grabbed my phone and started recording, "Ry, I can't do anything till Mom shows up," I said, I wanted to break it up, but knew it'd just make it worse.