I'll take care of you

Chapter 7

What did you think of the last chapter?? Ik it was a lot of cussing but yk, Jackson is a fighter.. and Walker doesn't back down... BTW there is gonna be some more cussing and violence sooo yeah. AND ITS FROM ELLE'S POV<3

I waited outside of the office while my brother was still in the office.

Why the fuck would he do that?

I toyed with a strand of my hair, and the door opened, and I expected to see Jackson, but instead it was Walker. He saw me and started to walk past.

"Walker, lemme explain-" I started to get out of my chair, blocking his way out.

"Please do, Elle, Why the fuck did your brother beat me up?"

"You didn't know that we got brought to the office earlier?" tears were in my eyes.

"No, but why would that matter?" his voice was on the thin line between 'keeping his cool' and 'loosing it'.

"Because the principal said that someone reported that our dad abuses us."

"Why would that matter?" He was seriously done with me, I could tell. He dropped his voice into a low whisper. "It's not like it's a lie."

"You don't realize, do you?" A hysterical laugh slipped off of my lips, followed by more. "Walker, if CPS finds us, it's not likely we'll all stay together. We'd probably be separated and never see each other again. You do realize this right? I could lose my family. And I'd rather have this fucked up family than no family."

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and sobs bubbled in my throat.

"Elle, I'm sorry.." He trailed off awkwardly, realizing what a jerk he had been.

"No! Don't worry about little Elle! ITS NOT LIKE HER LIFE ISN'T FUCKED UP ENOUGH WITHOUT FIGHTING WITH HER CRUSH!" I covered my mouth, realizing what I had said.

I ran toward the girls bathroom, followed by Walker.

"Elle please! I'm sorry!"

I got to the door, and slipped inside. I made sure nobody was in there before I locked the door, sealing myself in and Walker out. I sank against the wall, tears running down my face.

Sobs broke free from deep in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

My phone buzzed, and I looked down at it. It was Walker.

Elle, I'm sorry. I'm the biggest shithead on the planet. I know sorry won't fix anything, and I know i've been horrible. I just hope you can forgive me, because 1, your brothers won't forgive me and they'll beat me up, and 2, the feeling is mutual. I do like you too. Please don't be mad.

A smile spread across my tear stained face. He did like me. HE DID LIKE ME! I felt like screaming it to the whole world, but I just smiled and unlocked the door and opened it. Walker fell flat on his back, looking up at me. My smile widened when I saw his cute little face smiling up at me.

Walker stood up and wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I leaned into him gently. He smiled, I could hear it in his voice as he said, "Let's go back before your brother kills me for making you cry."

A laugh escaped my lips. I was just so happy I couldn't help it. As we walked back over, I saw Jackson pacing around the office. Walker dropped his arm, probably scared of Jackson.

"We're in deep shit," Was all that Jackson said.

"Why?"

"Cause they called dad to pick us up."

I was in the back of dad's old pickup truck, squished between the window and Jackson's shoulder. It was a one-row-only situation, and Jackson refused to let me sit next to dad. So, I was squished.

Not saying I wasn't grateful for Jackson! I was very happy he was there, a nice little buffer, but I also know I couldn't protect him.

My dad drove aggressively, not nearly as gentle or softly as Noah did. He slammed on breaks, flipped off other drivers, and would go well past the speed limit.

Jackson didn't seem happy either. I had to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with our dad, and I could tell he was trying to lean into me instead of him, and I let him, because I wouldn't want to have to lean into dad either.

We were in for a treat, weren't we?

(Once they got home bc y'all know how I hate writing car rides!)

Once we got home I, like you would when you're about to get out of a car, reached for the door. handle. The door suddenly locked.

"You're not going anywhere, brats. Don't you think you owe your father an explanation?"

"Ummmmmm.." I was trying to stall, and trying to figure out if it was gonna be Jax or me who was gonna tell him.

Jackson pointed at himself. Me. Alright, easier than me, but how would I protect him if dad attacks him? That's a hard one.. 

"Well, basically I thought this kid said something he didn't and beat him up."  Jackson summorized, adding a nice grin at the end.

"And that kid happened to be the NEIGHBOR BOY?" My dad looked close to strangling Jackson, and I grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to me.

"Yes, it did. I'll beat any kid up who says something wrong about me," Jackson tried to shrug out of my grip, but I dug my fingernails into his arm. He muttered "God damn be clingy but don't make it hurt!!"

I loosened my grip on his arm, and listened to my father's next words.

"Well, what did the girl have to do with this?"

"'The girl' has a name, and she didn't do anything."

"Alright, and you're grounded, don't expect to eat for a few days. Both of you."

When we got inside, my dad shoved me from the back, throwing me to the floor. "GIMME 15 PUSH-UPS NOW!" (A/N: this is what my friend's mom's BF makes her do. At one point he made her brother do 500 for not taking out the trash after being asked twice. Personally, I think it's abuse. Your opinions?)

I quickly started doing push-ups, not wanting to get hit or have him hit Jackson.

He shoved Jackson down too, "You too, but make it 20, you actually did the damage."

Jackson started doing his push-ups, and I realized he was struggling, I looked up to see my dad, his foot on Jackson's back, shoving him down.

After we both finished our push-ups, Jackson had a huge muddy footprint on his back. He looked mad.

My dad smacked Jackson across the face, leaving a stinging red hand-print on his face. "Girl, go upstairs. Boy, stay here. I've got a bone to pick with you." 

I ran up the stairs, scared to see what happened next. I shut my door, careful not to lock it. Then I got to calling someone.