Angel Boy

Angel Boy: Chapter 16

Chapter 16 (Angel Boy)

I did nothing but stare at my house. The damn boy went inside! Does he know how much trouble he got himself into?!

Lisa, Warren’s mother, came to my side, crying hysterically. “Lacey, why is Warren in there? What the hell is going on?” she demanded, scared.

“Lisa, please call the cops. I’m going over there to get Warren,” I said, going into the kitchen to get a knife for protection.

Lisa gasped. “Lacey, no! You stay here. Do not go in that house!”

I ignored her, running to my house. I could hear the sounds of things smashing and yelling. As I stepped into the kitchen, I immediately froze. Warren looked at Jake with so much hate and anger, it made me scared shitless. Warren positioned the bat, ready to swing it at Jake’s head. Both boys were bleeding and sweating.

“Warren!” I cried, getting his attention, his head snapping in my direction and his expression shocked to see me.

“Lacey, go back to my house right now and call the cops! Don’t come here!” Warren said, still holding the bat.

I shook my head, stepping closer. “Please, stop. You’ll get hurt,” I said, softly crying.

Warren’s face softened a bit but Jake’s face hardened. “You care about this asshole more than me, huh?” Jake spat, angrily.

I ignored him, staring at him with helpless eyes. “Answer me, Lacey!” Jake roared.

I said “yes” at the same time Warren yelled “don’t fucking yell at her!”

Jake’s face reddened and he grabbed the bat out of Warren’s grasp. I quickly ran forward, grabbing Jake’s arm. “Please, don’t hurt him. Please!” I pleaded, sobbing.

Jake glared at me. “Why don’t you want him to get hurt?! You do like him, you whore!”

I sighed. “Jake, please. I just don’t want anyone getting hurt because of me. Just please, calm down and put the bat down.”

Jake looked between me and Warren. After a few seconds, he tightened his grip on the bat, glaring at Warren. “You’re gonna pay for this, asshole,” he said, swinging the bat.

I screamed but it missed Warren’s face by inches. “Jake, put the bat down, now! Please, before the cops come!”

Jake dropped the bat, looking at me angrily, accusingly. “You called the cops? Why? I did this for us!” he yelled.

I shook my head. “There is no us!” I cried.

Suddenly, Jake picked up the knife that I used to slice his knuckle, making me gasp in horror. “Jake, no!” I yelled just as he drove the knife into Warren’s side.

Warren let out a groan of pain as he dropped to the door, clutching his wound. “Warren!” I cried, dropping to kneel down beside him.

I checked his pulse. It was still there but it was faint. “Warren?” I whispered, staring at his body helplessly.

Suddenly, I heard sirens. I looked up at Jake, who had the look of panic on his face. “Shit,” he mumbled, staring as cops came through the door.

“Everybody put your weapons down!” one cop yelled, pointing the gun at Jake.

Jake immediately dropped the knife, the blade narrowly missing me. I held onto Warren tighter, his breathing getting slower. “Warren, you’re going to be okay. The cops are here,” I said, my eyes swollen from crying so much.