Oh, Marcel!

Jeffery

~Marcel~

The warm water runs down my arm, it stings a little bit as I roll my sleeve higher. I hold my arm more into the shower and let it wash the blood away. My wound is bleeding again, it was fine until Harry accidentally ripped it open.  I felt a little bad for yelling at them, but I couldn't help it. The pain was too much for me to keep inside anymore.

Last night after we came home, I cleaned up the injury. Ember was too dazed to remember what happened to me, so I was okay keeping it a secret. Unless Harry starts to worry about me, then I might have to come up with some way to hide it.

The bullet didn't exactly go all the way through the whole arm, it kinda of grazed the side of my arm. It did go a little deep and I think I might actually need stitches. However I wasn't going to risk the safety of everyone to go out to the hospital...even though Harry might need to go. He did seem to be doing a bit better maybe he's just sore, not hurt.

"Marcel?" A knock sounded on the closed bathroom door. I quickly grabbed a towel and patted the wound dry.

"Yeah?" I wasn't about to open the door.

"Are you alright?" Emily asks and I can hear her lean against the door.

"I'm fine. Go ahead and get breakfast." I start to stick a couple of bandages on the opposite direction of the gash.

"We are, it's just that we can't find Ember and Jimmy anywhere in the house..." She trails off, or maybe she doesn't, my head shut off all noise. Thoughts race through my mind. Where the hell is she and what did he do to her?

I push my sleeve down and burst out of the bathroom.

~Ember~

"Seems like a good spot." Jimmy lays a blanket that he had been carrying with him on the grass. We picked a spot that was grassy enough, but it wasn't to far from the river. It was also private enough for Jimmy.

"Okay. Go ahead." I urge him as I take a seat on the blanket.

"Well..." He runs his hand through his dark hair. "So after everything happened with Johnny's mom and such well he made me do other things."

I scoot a little closer and hold his hand. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this, but Jimmy is still my friend and he needs to get this out.

"He told me that he was going to have me steal a neighbor's dog and if I didn't do it, he was going to kill me like he did his mother. Of course being young and scared, I agreed and stole the dog. His name was Jeffery, a really sweet dog he was." Jimmy sighs and attempts to look at me, but he can't hold his head up high.

"I kept the dog with me for about 3 months as the family's search for their beloved dog started to get more disappointing each day. I felt so terrible as I watched the two kids endlessly print up flyers and post them around this town. Everyday on their way home from school they would check spots that he liked to hide in. He was never there of course..."

"What happened next?" I try to encourage him by squeezing his hand.

"Johnny told me one day that he was going to give the dog back to the family. So he barged into my house and came looking for the dog who at the time was taking a nap on his bed that I had bought him. Johnny started to yell at me....for taking too good of care for Jeffery.

"I remember yelling back at him as he started to kick the poor dog. Jeffery was a little Jack Russell and didn't do much to defend himself. I can't remember anything else, but I do know that I woke up hours later and the dog and Jimmy were gone, specks of the dogs blood littering the little bed. " A tear slipped from his eye and I tried to wipe it away for him.