Agnes in JackieLand

Chapter 28

It all happened so fast. Graham came flying out of the closet. "What the hell! What's he doing here?" Quincy yelled at Jackie.

"I'm here to kick your ass for touching Jackie," Graham said, ever the avenging angel.

I couldn't resist it anymore. I had to look out and see what was happening. Jackie stood at the end of her bed, looking horrified yet smug. Graham and Quincy were in some standoff, measuring each other up.

"You're going to beat me up," Quincy said to Graham. He threw his head back and laughed. "That's funny coming from a soccer kid."

Graham turned a nasty shade of red. "You won't get away with what you did to Jackie."

I decided that it was time to call the police. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911. "Help. I need the police to come to 1114 Saints Boulevard. Come quick, please."

In the room, things progressed. "What exactly did I do, Evans?" Quincy asked with a smirk on his face.

I had the urge to punch him in the face, and apparently, so did Jackie. "You tried to kill me, you sadistic creep," Jackie yelled at him, with clenched fists at her side.

"Did I? Too bad it's your word against mine, and considering your family's history of the looney tunes, who are they going to believe," he said smugly.

Jackie lost it, flying at Quincy like an enraged tigress. She managed to scratch his face before he grabbed her by the throat, fending her off of him. Jackie's eyes bulged, and her hands scratched feebly at his, trying to free them from her throat.

"Let her go," Graham said with such steel in his voice that I gasped. Where had that come from?

"She attacked me, Evans, you saw it," Quincy said, but he still didn't let Jackie go, who was now turning an intense red color.

"Quincy, let her go," Graham repeated.

Quincy threw Jackie on the bed like a sack of potatoes, and Graham rushed him simultaneously. I couldn't hide anymore. I raced out to Jackie, who was crying and coughing on the bed.

"Jackie, are you ok?" I asked as I climbed up on the bed.

Jackie's eyes went wide at the sight of me. "No. Go," she managed to get out before she went into another coughing spree.

I shook my head. "No, Jackie, are you ok?"

Tears formed in those mossy green eyes, making me want to cry, too. "My throat hurts, but I'll live."

I climbed my way across the bed and wrapped my arms around Jackie. Jackie stiffened, but when I didn't let go, she relaxed and let herself give in to my misery.

On the floor, the two boys grappled with each other. It was a tied sort of fight. Graham's muscles made up for Quincy's height. I was wound so tight that I felt like I would break. I cringed every time Quincy got a hit in. Graham's lip was busted open, and blood was dribbling off his chin. Quincy's nose was broken. Graham was about to get the upper hand when Quincy pulled out a knife.

I screamed just as the police broke through the bedroom door. "Freeze. Drop your weapon, both of you, hands on your head."

Quincy sneered at the police, but he dropped the knife on the floor and put his hands on his head. Graham already had his there.

"Somebody want to tell me what's going on here?" the older policeman asked everyone in the room.

Thirty minutes later, Quincy was put into the back seat of the police car, and Jackie's mom returned home after they called her. Graham was now taking me home after I had been berated by both the police and Jackie's mother for even being there.