A Call for Help

Chapter Seventeen: Mistakes

Why had he done that? He'd let his anger get ahold of him. It caused him to black out, and that only happened because he punched Andrew, who had punched back. The last thing he remembered was falling on the sidewalk. When he came to, he had been standing over Andrew, who was on his hands and knees with a bloody nose, a broken thumb, and who knows what else.
Andrew could easily call the police and say what happened. He could easily call harm to Johnathan self defense. What would Samantha think? It would be months, or more before he saw her again. He wasn't likely to get lucky and only have house probation. He was never lucky.
The summer outside was inviting.
It was still the weekend and he had some cash. Why not go to the pool and bring Samantha along? If he did go to juvenile prison, he wanted to spend the rest of the time he had with her.
He went to walk out the door, but stopped when he saw a group of teenagers outside. Most of them seemed to be a little older than him. A familiar blonde head was at the front. He stepped away from the window quickly before anyone saw him.
Johnathan went through the house making sure all lights and were off. Then he went in his room, shutting the door quietly. He pulled the blinds to block the window and he sat in fear. He could take one guy if he blacked out, but not that many.
So Andrew hadn't called the police it seemed. Instead he had a group of friends, maybe a gang, waiting for him outside. Great. What would his mom think when she got home? His mother was at work until really late though. She never answered when he asked where she worked. Wouldn't even say what she did.
When the sun finally set they left. Johnathan didn't know since he was hidden in his room. It wasn't boring. He grabbed a deck of cards and played solitaire for a while, then war with himself (he did that often when he was bored. He always voted for his dominant hand to win. It didn't happen much), then when he was finished, he let the slightly OCD side of him take over, and he organized the deck by suit.
After that he'd fallen asleep with the cards on his nightstand. When his mother unlocked and came in, he woke up suprised. She let him know she was home and went to the kitchen to heat something up. He hoped Samantha was alright.

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-earlier that day-
She woke up a few hours later than usual. She'd been thinking about Johnathan. Was he alright? Knowing Andrew he wouldn't let that slide. He'd want payback.
She heard a knock on the door. Odd. Her father hadn't invited anyone and Johnathan had came over yesterday. She looked through the peephole on the door (she couldn't figure out how you couldn't see in from the outside).
It was Andrew. How had he found her house? What was he doing here? Had he followed them? She acted like she wasn't home by quietly leaning on the wall beside the door.
"Sam I know you're in there," his voice called. She could hardly believe this guy. He was persistent and annoying. Sighing, she opened the door, keeping the inside chain lock in place.
The first thing she saw was a cast on his thumb. What happened? You know what, I don't care, she thought. He didn't seem happy. He looked sad, but this time she knew it was an act. He had changed to that expression when she opened the door.
He went to speak, but she had changed her mind. She shut the door in his face and smiled.