Chapter 8- Little Miss Not-So-Brave

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"What did you say." My father spits. Al and me back away from the ferrous men that burst into my room. The principal called me into his office and told me that'd I'd been found on CCTV. He said that if I didn't tell him the truth he'd expel me. So I told him. I said me and Al were bored so we went out. I never said anything about my dad. Al lets out a slight whimper. I don't why he's scared, he's not the one who's about to get the crap beaten out of them. I say the first thing that comes into my head.
"To who?" He glares at me. His stone cold eyes on mine. Cold sweat trickles down my back. Why the fuck did I say that.
"The cops, the school. Why the hell do we a phone going off and it's about you and little miss not so brave other there. Being called to freakin' principal. You've got some explaining to do butterfly." Another guy growls. There are cheers and cries.
"I'm not going back to prison because of you little snitch!"
"Yeah show em Tony!"
"The bitch has got it in for us." They all start to yell.
"Mark, let's teach her a lesson." Another says and cracks there knuckles.
"I-I did tell t-them a-anything." I stammer. They surround us like a pack of wolves. Al presses himself against the wall as if wishing that the wall would let him through to his home.

They pounce on him. He must've seemed like the weakest link. He's slammed into the wall hard enough to make a hole. He didn't say anything. I handled the situation. Not him. And he's getting punished for it. No. I launch at one of the guys who was about hit Al. We smack against the floor with a thud. Before I can do anything I feel to pairs of hands wrap my arms. I thrash around in them. Trying to get them to let me go. The guy gets up from the floor. Gritting his teeth.
"Your not gonna let her do that are you Mark?" The guy asks. Glaring at me, his beady eyes swarm with anger.
"No" he growls and squares up to me. He stares me in to the eye and I look down to avoid it. He lets out a loud laugh. He punches my stomach. Again and again and again.

After a while,I become a heavy weight in their arms. So I get dropped on the floor. I let a slight groan as I clutch my ribs. Some of the other guys become sick of watching and join in. Punching and kicking me. I try to stumble to my feet but all I do is get shoved back down again. I look over to Al who stands stunned in the corner.
"I didn't say anything I swear!" I yell until my voice becomes horse.
"I don't believe you." My dad spits. His gang stops beating me up and take a step back. Slowly, he pulls back his fist and is about to let it fly before we hear.
"Mr Prior, open up! It's the police!" A large repetitive thump comes through the front door.
"Open up, sir!" Another yells comes through. They all stand confused and different shades of shocked cover their faces.
"If you don't open up we'll use force." It yells again." They all spring into action and clamber through the window. I lay on the floor not bearing to move. The guy I tackled turns round to see me still lying there.
"Mark if we leave her she might give away more then we bargained for." He says and my dad nods in agreement.
"Pick her up boy." He says to Al and leaves.
"Typical." I mutter and try to move. But only end up falling over. Al swoops over and easily puts me over his shoulder. I wince slightly as he does so.
"Wait!" I say and he stops just before we get to the window.
"I need my stuff from the top draw" I say. He nods and opens the draw. I nod as he pulls out the black beanie, IPod and Dog chains. He places me on the mattress quickly and dumps  a my books on the floor. Running round the room, he sprints and chucks a few random objects and cloths in for me. He grabs my jacket and slings me over his shoulder. We hear a thundering crash. The front door gets knocked down. Police officers quickly enter my room but Al's already through the window. Going down the fire escape with me on his back. One final car waits as we come down the final few steps. Al practically throws me into the back seat and hops in. The driver steps on it and squeals out with the cops on our tail

We loose them eventually and we start to head off out of Michigan. My eyes begin to flutter shut. But before they do I hear Al ask.
"Where we going?"
"Chicago."

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