Jail for Juniors.

Chapter 5 - Abuse.

I woke up in the morning in Charlie's arms, realizing I must have fell asleep on him and was surprised he hadn't left the room too go to his room to sleep, but stayed here with me.

I shook him and I heard him groan.

"Stop it Jonnah," He yelled. "Stop it! Fuck off!"

"It's not Jonnah honey," I said, pushing the hair away from his face. His eyes flew open, and I could tell he wasn't still fully awake.

"No!" He yelled, flying backwards off the back, skidding backwards, scrabbling back. "Jonnah, Jonnah, dont!" He yelled, beginning to sob. "I'm sorry!"

"CHarlie!" I saw Avril lift her head and look at the two of us in early morning confusion. "Charlie, it's Haley!"

"Jonnah, please." He whispered and then he blinked and went back too normal. "...What the hell am I doing on the floor? DID YOU SHOVE ME OUTTA BED?! YOU SHOULD FEEL BLESSED TO HAVE THIS SEXY BEAST IN THERE, PEOPLE PAY GOOD MONEY FOR THIS!"

"Charlie," I ignored what he said. "Who's Jonnah?"

I saw a flash of fear go through his eyes and and he covered it. "...You mean Jonnah and the Whale? Cos I think that's in the bible honey bee."

"Charlie, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Charlie pursed his lips and shook his head. "Nah, I don't think I do."

"If you're going to lie too me Charlie," I glared. "The door is right there."

Charlie gritted his teeth and sighed.

"Let me just say, family aren't always friends ok?" Charlie snapped. I frowned confused.

"He got abused dumbass!" Avril groaned, pushing a pillow over her head. "Now shut up!"

I looked at Charlie who was staring at a crack in the floor boards. I put my arms around him and he hugged me back, resting his tear streaked face on my shoulder. "I need to go change, I'll come back in around fifteen minutes and we'll go too lessons ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Oi, you," Avril grumbled from under the pillow lifted her head. Charlie paused at the door. "You look after her you hear? You let anything happen to her, and I swear to God, I'm going to kill you."

"Believe me, I won't." Charlie looked at me. "I'd want you too do that if it happened."

We walked to the maths lesson and waited outside. A bunch of other kids appeared outside, and I noticed that they seemed to merge into two separate groups, not genders or colors, but it seemed like it was the two gangs, the Red Gang and Blue Gang.

Charlie and I entered the classroom and sat in the middle row next to each other.

As the class began to come in most people passed us with a glare but with the last girl she glared at the two of us and spat. Her saliva landed on my hoodie and I looked down at it as it slowly dribbled down the dark material.

Charlie sighed and glared at her and whiped the spit off my jacket as I stared at her speechless. "Fucking Scum." She spat and then she sat down at the back of the classroom and I pulled my bag off my lap once I got a pen and notepad out. I shoved it under the desk when the teacher entered the room.

"Hey whores!" A man about twenty or so with mixed race skin and a shaved head skipped, literally, into the room. "Miss me?"

"No Sir!"

"Well, isn't that nice Liam!" The teacher mock gasped and then rolled his eyes, scanning the room and stopped on me. "So, you're the fresh meat?" He came over to the table and stood over me interested. "Hand."

"What?"

"Hand now you shit!" He yelled. I put my hand up and he grinned. He took my hand, slapped it on both sides. "FIST!" I put my hand into a fist and he bumped it, "SHOOT!" I shot it into the sky and he did the same. "I like you." He smiled, slapping me on the back and walked to the front.

"So guys, if your memory is a shit as a shit farm, I'm Joe, and I teach you Maths because you're all stupid."

He grabbed a purple pen from the desk, turned from the board and grinned at us. "Let's get started you big idiots."

By the end of the lesson I had had seven spitballs chucked at me, three airplanes shot at my head, and a maths book slammed against my back when the teacher wasn't looking. At the end of the lesson Charlie took my arm and guided me out of the room, down the way no one else was going.

"It's longer but it's safer." He told me, wrapping his arm around my waist and keeping me close to him.

"That's fine don't worry." I was interrupted by a shriek of pain. I looked at Charlie and we both ran down the corridor towards the sound of terror. We span around the corner and found a little boy, about 12 with a older boy pinning him up against the lockers. A older boy who I didn't recognize, but when he turned to be I realized who he was. He was Miles, the guy who helped Blue with the injuring my limbs, I recognized the shaggy black hair and lip piercing. Charlie went towards him, too pull him off the kid, but the kid merely moved away as Miles grabbed him, slamming him against the lockers, showing that it was all just a plan.

"Haley, run!" He yelled, his face being pushed into the locker grill. I ignored what he said and jumped on Miles, trying to pull him off him.

"Help!" I yelled, hoping someone would hear. "Help us please -" I felt a hand slap down onto my mouth and a arm go around my waist, pulling me close.

"Shh." A familiar voice laughed in my ear. "We don't want people to see this now do we?"

I yelled, but my cries were muffled by his hand. "Your making too much bother right now honey," Connor murmured. "Sleep tight." His hand moved from my mouth to my neck and in one swift move, he twisted, simultaneously plunging the world into darkness.