Big Damn Heroes.

Chapter 11, Tyson's point of view.

The alarm I had set went off at 12. I slammed my hand down on my clock and laid my head back down on my pillow. Stella was cuddling into my side, similar to a koala.

I kissed the top of her head and she sniffed. “Wake up, sweetie.” I said in a hushed tone.

“I don’t wanna” she grumbled and buried her face into my body.

“You have to.”

“5 more minutes?”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay” she sighed and fell asleep again.

I walked outside into the kitchen and everyone was there. Jake, Emmett, Johnny, Anthony, and Jeremy. Our militia. There were pizza boxes on the table and half eaten slices laying everywhere.

“Hey guys,” I said, my voice husky from sleep. I rubbed my hair on the back of my head.

Jake was in his serious mode. Which didn’t happen often, but when it did he was a force to be reckoned with. “Okay, we’ve developed a plan.”

“Did this plan involve eating 10 pizza pies without us?” I chuckled.

Jake gave me a serious look. He wasn’t messing around.

“Alright, man, what’s the plan?”

“We found out where he lived, so we went to his house. There was no one home and the door was unlocked, so we got a bag of Stella’s stuff like clothes and tampons and shit because chances are she’s gonna be staying here for a while. We also tore apart the entire house and found 3 guns and some knives, so we took those too, so he couldn’t be armed if worst comes to worst. We also found Stella’s cell phone, which we plan on using to contact Wes.”

I listened with approval. This was a well thought out and executed plan on their part. “What’s my role in all of this?” I asked.

He flipped me a cell phone. “Find Wes’ number and call him. See what’s up.”

I was a little apprehensive. “Okay.”

I went through her contacts and realized that there was only two numbers: Wes, and Dominos. I rolled my eyes. How typical Stella.

I went to Wes’ contact and hit ‘DIAL’. I put it to my ear and it rang. He answered on the second ring.

“Stella?” he breathed, he sounded relieved and angry at the same time. “Come home, now—“

“This isn’t Stella.”

“Who the fuck are you?” he yelled furiously.

“It doesn’t matter. Stella isn’t coming home to you. She’s staying here where she’s safe.”

“Where is she?! I’ll fucking find you and kill the both of you!”

“I’m prepared to fight, but I really don’t want it to come to that. It’s not good for Stella.”

“I know what’s good for Stella.”

“Oh really?” I demanded, full of rage. “Her body is covered in bruises, you abused her to the breaking point and you’ve killed her happiness. All I really want to do is rip your worthless head off your body, you filthy bastard. Stella is staying here where she’s safe and loved. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s safe and as far as I’m concerned you are not safe for her. So I’m going to ask you nicely to stay away from her. Is that understood?”

“What the fuck are you, her guard or some shit? She’s MY girlfriend, and I will do whatever the FUCK I want with her. If you tell me where you are I will come get her with and consider not beating the living shit out of you. I’m not makin’ no promises though.”

I make three tsk noises. “No can do, partner.”

He was livid, and it was almost tangible even through the phone. “I’m not your fucking partner. Where. Is Stella.” He literally growled into the receiver.

“Wes—“

“You know what? Fuck it! I’m coming to find her!” He snarled into the phone and the line went dead.

I shut my eyes. Well fuck, Tyson, you’ve really done it this time.

I turned to the guys. “This isn’t going to be pretty.”

“What’s not?”