Struggling I smack Jerry in the face and role over protecting my belly. He grazes my sides with the glass causing me to scream. David ran over grabbing Jerry's neck trying to strangle him, Jerry hit David with his elbow. While Jerry was focused on David I pulled myself under the bed, looking down at my side I see some glass still in my side. Pulling it out I bit my lip. Holding the glass in my hand I slide it down my wrist. I pushed the red dot which I know now that it was a tracker out of my wrist. I crawled over to the window and threw it out the window. Security was grabbing Jerry. I looked at the floor seeing the blood just collect.
Fast forward
He was about six feet tall, with golden brown hair that might have glinted if it wasn't so dirty and the light wasn't so dim. His wide, chocolate-brown eyes were large and caring with kindness, but tinged with sorrow and loss. As I looked closer, I saw little spikes of gold flowering outward from the pupil. Under his dirty, torn clothes, I could tell that he was strong, despite his slouching stance, as if he was trying not to be seen. As I realized that he was studying me, too, I turned away, hiding my blush. "What's your name?" He asked. I noticed that there was a small hint of embarrassment and apology in his tone as he asked the question, and I realized that he seemed to actually be sorry for being sort of rough on me. "Kaitlynn," I replied blandly, shivering, and rubbing my arms up and down my shoulders, feeling the sharp prickle of goose-bumps. "Kaitlynn Clark." "I'm Sterling," Sterling, offered. "Here;" I felt a blanket wrap around my shoulders. "You seem cold." I pulled the blanket closer to my shoulders, but I realized that the reason I was shivering wasn't all because I was cold; the truth was really hitting me. When I say, the truth was hitting me, I do mean 'hitting me'. And the truth just so happened to be a large school bus. I stumbled backwards, my mouth opening to scream, but closing again when I found that my voice was gone. My vision was going fuzzy, and my body was feeling sluggish with all the random thoughts cartwheeling around my brain. I had a vague feeling of Sterling catching me--sheesh, now that I think about it, that's twice in one day that an extremely cute boy has caught me and saved me from falling!--and that he was saying my name, snapping his fingers in front of my face, but I couldn't answer, much less pay attention.
Normal time.
Questions were burning through my sane thoughts. What's going to happen to me? Will I be killed, or taken to be someone's play toy? Am I going to go crazy? Will I ever see my family again? Probably not. Tears filling up my eyes and blinding me of where I was headed.I suddenly hit the floor with a loud thud. I felt a sharp pain on my stomach from where the glass had hit me, somewhere under my rib.I could see him running to me, upset and worried. I tried to get up but the pain only increased.I winced as he bent down and grabbed me carefully. He put me on the bed applying pressure to my wound.
As the nurses came in, I found myself balled up on the bed holding my stomach saying over and over again " Is my baby going to be ok?" My hand was wet and sticky.When I looked down at my hand I gasped. Blood Covered my hands. I could hear myself gasping for air. Being weak, not being able to move a muscle as my eyes slowly began to close.
