Running Scared.

Chapter Thirteen

I took a long nap and was woken up when my doorbell rang. I stretched and answered the door. It was Jeremy, in a blue sweater and black jeans. “What do you want,” I snapped. I was in a bad mood, he woke me up from my nap and his mom was a bitch. “Well someone’s in a mood, I wanted to see if you were okay.” I leaned against the door frame and said, “I’m fine… you can leave now.” He didn’t budge so I opened the door and invited him inside. He walked in and immediately went to the couch. I sat down and tried to doze off, but he turned on the TV. After I while, I got aggravated and stormed upstairs and slammed my door.

    I jumped under the covers and hid. He knocked on my door and said, “Lola, are you still mad about what happened at my house,” he opened my door and I felt him sit on my bed, “Nice room.” I uncovered myself and said, “Your mom hates me, how can I be okay with that. She acts like I pissed on her expensive stuff.” He put his hand on my cheek and said, “Don’t worry about her. She doesn’t want me to have a girlfriend. That’s why she doesn’t like you.” He scooted next to me and we snuggled. He turned on the TV, and we watched ‘She’s The Man’. He kissed my head and made his way down to my lips. He got on top of me and kissed my neck. My phone rang, so he backed off. “Hello.” “Hi Lola,” it was Derrick, “I found you.” I quickly hung up and got from under Jeremy. I ran downstairs to make sure the door is locked. He trailed after me and said, “L what’s wrong?” I quickly turned around and said, “Derrick found me. He knows I’m in New York. What if he found me?” He sat me down and said, “L… you’re hyperventilating. Calm down.” He helped me control my breathing. When my breathing was under control, I ran upstairs to put on some pants and grab my phone.

    Jeremy sat on my bed and relaxed while I put on a pair of black jeans and converse. We walked down the stairs as the door unlocked. I thought it was Derrick until dad called my name. “Lola, why is the chain on the door.” I ran down and removed the chain. I explained to dad how Derrick called me and told me that he found me. He rushed and locked the door. He then brought us to the kitchen. “Okay,” he said, “He can’t get us if we stay inside right n-” The doorbell rang, interrupting dad. “Lola,” Derrick moaned, “I know you’re in there. I also know you’re in there too, Ben.” When we didn’t open the door, he tried banging on the door. When he stopped banging, I thought he left. Out of the blue, something flew into the house. I walked forward and saw that it was gasoline. “Oh my god, he’s going to set the house on fire.” When we all saw a lighter fly by the spilling gasoline, we all dove into the living room. The whole house burst into flames. “Are you okay,” my dad asked helping us up. Derrick then walked inside the burning house and looked in the living room. “Oh Lola,” he said, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You’ve been a very naughty girl.” He walked towards me and I kicked him in the balls. “Come on,” I said running outside.

    We all jumped in the car and drove off. I looked behind us and saw Derrick, fury in his eyes, jump in his car. “He coming,” I said turning around. Dad pressed the pedal and we sped off, Derrick was behind us in a matter of seconds. He rammed the back of the car until we flipped over. I opened my eyes and was in our flipped car. Jeremy and my dad crawled out, and helped me out. I felt a searing pain in my side. They laid me down and looked at my side. I had a large shard of glass stuck in me. “Lola,” Jeremy said grabbing my hand, “How ya doing sweetie?” I spit up a little blood and said, “Like a shard of glass is in me.” He laughed and held my hand as my dad carefully pulled the shard out. I screamed in pain and tears came out of my eyes. Dad threw the shard away and ripped a piece of his shirt and covered my wound. “Jeremy,” my dad said, “put pressure on this.” He put pressure on my wound as I cried. “Aw Lola,” Derrick said while walking to us, “You’re hurt. Let me help you.” Dad quickly jumped in front of Derrick, blocking me. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on them,” he said. Derrick laughed and said, “Or what old man. You’re gonna bring me to a museum. Just let me kill Lola and I’ll be out of your hair.” He still blocked Jeremy and I and Derrick punched him in the face. He threw my dad to the ground and stalked towards us. Jeremy moved in front of me, and my dad jumped on Derricks’ back punching him. He once again threw my dad to the ground and pulled a knife and stabbed him in the shoulder, pinning him to the ground. “Dad,” I yelled. Derrick turned around with an evil smile and walked towards us. “Stay away from her,” Jeremy said getting up looking him in the face. “Aw cute, a little boy wants to take on me. This should be fun.” Jeremy punched Derrick, making him fall to the ground. I was surprised, I never seen Jeremy get in a fight before. Jeremy kept punching Derrick until he was unconscious. When he got off him, he kicked him and went to my dad. He yanked the knife out and helped him up. He scooped me up and we rushed to the hospital.