A Call for Help

Chapter Eighteen: Broken Glass

She came home to broken glass. There was broken glass on the ground in front of the house she lived in. What was her son doing? Had he broken the glass? What was going on? The door was left open. She had locked it.
There was many other questions she had, but the only way to learn was to go inside. She walked in slowly and called out hello. No response. Where was her son? Was he alright? She continued to look around. In the kitchen, she saw blood on the ground and heard a moan of pain.
She walked in slowly, seeing her son lying beaten on the ground. She ran to him and got on her knees beside him. She rolled him over. His face was bruised in many places, including the black eye he refused to tell her about.
She tried to roll him over, but he groaned loudly and she stopped. She could only think of one thing to do. She called the police. Soon, two police were there and an ambulance took Johnathan and his mother to the hospital.

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Samantha heard the sirens from far away. They were in the direction of Johnathan's house. She began to worry, but told herself it wasn't him. She tried to stay calm. Yet, her calm was broken when her father returned from shopping with a saddened face.
"John's house was broken into. Nothing was stolen, but John's beat up. We'll go see him tomorrow. Right now it's late. She nodded, trying to keep tears from her eyes. She knew Andrew wouldn't let it slide.
She couldn't help it. She started to cry. Her father wrapped her in hug and held her until she stopped crying. She felt like such a weakling. She cried so often. Not much since her father had taken her in, but still.
After she'd cried, her father told her to get some rest. She couldn't. She was worried to death. How could she not be? That and she felt it was her fault. Something like this was what she'd been afraid of. She knew something would happen.
Andrew was such an ass. Why couldn't he have stayed away? Would have made life much easier. She should have guessed it though. She didn't know if he moved. He could easily have just missed a few days.
Eventually she did fall asleep, but had a terrible dream. It was a funeral, and she was in the front row. The name on the headstone said Jonathan.

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Sorry for the short, late ish chapter. I was busy today/yesterday(?). Anyway, I'll be on time today/tomorrow(?).