The Abused Girl

Chapter 8

*Jake's POV* (Didn't expect that did you?)

Carly ignores us for 20 minutes. I look at the boys and we have a silent conversation with our eyes. I smirk and we stand up. Sam grabs her and throws her over his shoulder and starts walking toward the door.

She screams to let go and the teacher tries to stop us. She has a smug smile on her face so I decide to bring her back to reality that we don't care if we get in trouble, and that's exactly what I say.

A man walks in and says, "Carly! What are you doing on that boys shoulder?" he more like screams. I see her get scared. I notice her shirt fall down and see whip marks on her back. She tries to hide it quickly, but I see.

"Um nothing sir, he grabbed me," She said quivering but trying to hide it.

"Who are you and why do you have my daughter on your shoulder?"

Oh crap this is her dad..........The one that abuses her. The boys and I start to think the same thing and start getting pissed. Carly clearly noticed and her eyes widen. She starts to squirm more till she gets down.

"Let's go dad. Bye guys," She gives me a pleading look as if to say 'please don't do anything'

"Bye Carly, we'll see you later," I say giving her dad a glare. He glares right back.

She walks out and her father follows. "Let's go," I say as calm as I can.

We follow her.

Her father grabs her by the arm and drags her to his car. "I already signed you out. You're going to your aunts house for a couple of days,"

Why do I have the feeling that that's not where she's going? He throws her in the car. We get in my car and follow behind them but not too close to make it obvious.

We arrive at her "house"

"This isn't a house. This looks horrible," Julian says frowning. We all nod in agreement. We jump the fence and look through a window.

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO GET RID OF THEM?!?!?" He screams and slaps her in the face. I'm not going to be stupid about this, and barge in.

"I know I was going to tell them. I'm sorry!" She cries while laying on the floor.

"No sorry isn't good enough. Get down stairs I'll be there in a minute. He walks out and she gets up and heads for a door. We got to get in there. We sneak in quietly and go down stairs. We see chains hanging from the ceiling. Blood stains all over the floor. And Carly huddled in the corner. I whisper to Aiden to video this. He nods.

"Hey, Carly," I say quietly.

"Boys I told you to stay at school. You guys could get seriously hurt here," She says with pleading eyes.

"Trust us," we hear footsteps coming.

"Quick hide or he'll hurt you, and don't come out for anything. Okay?" she pauses, "Promise me,"

I nod and hide with the boys. I have no intention on not coming out. I point my phone at her dad that just walked down with a whip. Are you serious?!

"So what did I tell you?" He says angrily.

"You said to get rid of them, sir," she said lowering her head. He grabs her hands and puts them in the chains and lifts her so she's off the ground, and rips her shirt off.

He walks back to his whip and start hitting her back furiously. She's screaming on the top off her lungs. Okay that's enough.

I get up and rip the whip away and start hitting him wherever I can. The boys work on getting her down and calling the police. I knock him out but I don't stop. All I see is red.

The boys pull me off of him and drag me upstairs where Carly is. I go up to her and hug her forgetting about her back. She hisses in pain. I pull back right away.

The cops show up and arrests him and checks Carly out. They ask us questions and when they get their information I tell them Carly's going to be living with me. He nods and walks away. I get all the boys and Carly and we head to my house.

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Were at the house sitting in the living room. "Are you feeling okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I want to go to sleep so goodnight," she gets up to walk away but then turns to me. "Um where do I sleep?"

I scratch the back of my neck. "Um you're going to have to share a room with one of us. We don't have enough room," All the boys live with me since they are from bad homes too.

"Oh okay. Who?"

"Me," I say and walk out of the room and toward my room. I can hear her feet on the floor so I know she's following me.

I open the my door and let her in. My room is a normal teenage boys room except all the clothes on the floor. I like my room clean. I have a queen sized bed with black covers. My room is painted gray. I have band posters everywhere.

I lay on my bed and put my hands behind my head and watch her look around my room. "You have a nice room," She says looking at a picture of my family and I. My parents died in a plane crash.

"Thanks. You want something to wear to bed?" I ask.

"Yes, please. That would be great." I get up and go to my dresser and get her some sweat pants and a small t-shirt. I hand them to her and point to the bathroom. She goes in and shuts the door behind her softly.

I walk over to my bed and lay down with my hands behind my head.

I hear her start to open the door and open my eyes.

She stands in the doorway scratching the back of her neck nervously. "Um, hey," She says.

"It's a little big on you but those are the smallest clothes I have,"

"No, it's fine. I kind of like it," She says smiling.

"Let's go to bed, yeah?" I ask and pat the spot next to me. "I hope you're okay with me sleeping up here, but if you don't I can move," I keep rambling about how I don't want to invade her personal space.

"No, it's fine. It's your room anyway," She said laughing.

"Okay," I say. She lays down next to me. She starts shaking a little, so I grab her hand. Her hand is so sweaty. "Your hands sweat a lot," I blurt out.

She blushes furiously, "I know it runs in the family. I hate it," She said frowning a bit.

"Nah, it's fine actually. I thought I would be disgusted by it but actually I'm fine with it," I said giving her a smile of my own.

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