Take Me Home

Chapter 17: Answers

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*flashback*

Ezra's P.O.V

   I started to cough as the air was becoming thicker. Me and Chopper heard a loud bang of a large piece of wood fall to the floor. I scurried my way through the clothes and peeked out of the door. My door was on the ground covered in flames which started to spread. The temperature was rising at a quick pace and sweat dripped down the side of my head. Chopper went out of the closest and turned his head at the door growling. I came out of the closest as it began to get eaten by the fire. There, in the door way was Paul. He smiled psychotically at me, "hello, my dear boy". "S-stay ba-," I stopped when the smoke made me cough. Chopper barked at our intruder, only making him smile more. Paul came into the room and came closer to me avoiding the fire, somehow. I took a couple of steps back until the floor gave out. There was a huge whole in the floor behind me and a murderous lunatic in front. 'I'm screwed,' I panicked in my head. Chopper nudged my leg and I saw him pointing to my pocket.

   I lifted my shirt and found the knife in it. I put it down before Paul could see it. He walked up and stood next to me. "So, what do you say boy?" Mr. Murder said. I pulled the knife out of my pocket and stabbed it into Paul's chest. He yelled in pain and fell forward. I jumped out of the way and saw him fall into the whole. I got up and ran over to the whole. He was still hanging on to a board and was angry. Below him, was a pit of fire waiting for him to fall into it. He looked at me and was reaching for my hand. I moved away and the board that held Paul gave out. I heard him screaming his lungs out as he was being burned alive. Then the smoke got to me and I fainted on the floor.

   I woke up to something wrapped around my head. I touched it to feel a clear plastic thing covering my chin to my nose. "He's waking up!" I heard a voice calling. I sat up and scanned the area. My home was burn't down. Police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks were laid out in the area. Chopper's was laying on my lap and covered head to tail in soot. "Hey kid, take it easy," a familiar gruff voice said. I turned to person and saw Zeb standing their with a calm expression. I didn't say anything. "Everything will be ok, mate," he continued to comfort me. It helped a little and smiled in gratitude. Zeb returned the smile with a pat on the back and went somewhere else. I saw them carry a big bag to somewhere and then, rested my aching head on the cool metal of the ambulance wall. "Ezra!" I heard someone calling.

*end of flashback*

*couple of hours later*

  I woke up and saw white. 'I'm either dead or back in the hospital,' I thought. My answer came when I left my head pound. "Hospital," I muttered. The memories of the house being burned to the ground and Paul came back. My stomach turned and started to shake a little. Then all of that went away when I heard a gentle voice. "Ezra," someone called. I knew that worried tone anywhere. "Dad," I said and felt something warm on the side of my face. I leaned into the touch and notice that I'm still wearing the plastic thing on my face. "How are you holding up there, buddy?" He cooed. "I've been in worst," I remarked with a playful smile. Truthfully, I have been in far more worse. "I'm afraid to know what you've been through but I'm glad your safe now," dad said. "Man, if you keep telling me any more of your wisdom to always make me feel better...." I said playfully continuing," then I'm going to have to start calling you grandpa". He let out a chuckle, "you better not". "Ok," I said in a defeated tone until saying, "grandpa". Dad moved to the end of the bed and I watched curiously. Then, I knew what he was planning and started to wave my arms saying, "no, no, nonono". Dad smiled mischievously lifting the blanket and tickled my feet. I laughed and begged for him to stop it.

   A minute later, dad stopped tickling my feet. Dad seemed like he had something on his mind. I didn't think anything about it though. I started to calm down and wonder where mom and Chopper was. "Dad? Where's mom and Chopper?" I asked. "They are talking to Zeb," I answered. I nodded my head. The door opened and in came the said people expect Chopper. Mom had a sack in her hands and gave it to me. Dad seemed to be confused too. "Go ahead," mom urged me to take a look inside. I reached my hand into it and gripped on to something soft. I pulled it out and was shocked which then disintegrated into happiness. "How?" Was all I could say. "Let's just say a little birdie told me," mom said winking. "Am I missing something?" Dad asked. "This looks exactly like Pickles," I exclaimed with joy holding the stuffed cat.

   Dad's confusion disappeared and just kept on smiling. "You worry me sometimes," he said. I smiled and hugged the stuffed cat. "Thank you, mom," I thanked, "I love it and I think I'll name it Pickles Jr.". I yawned and a wave of sleepiness came over me. "Meet some rest and we will be back with something to eat," dad said. I nodded my head yes again and laid down to get some sleep.  I heard the door open as I drifted off. "Sleep tight, my son," I heard then the door shut and smiled falling asleep.

*an hour later*

Kanan's P.O.V

   Zeb told me and Hera about what they found out so far about the fire. "It seems as though that Paul guy was burned alive and Phantom was shot," he explained driving us back to the hospital. "The fire was no accident but we don't know everything so we need Ezra to explain what happened," he said. I knew that it was going to be hard for Ezra, but we needed his side of the story.

   Zeb parked the police car and we went inside to Ezra's room. Hera knocked on the door and we heard a 'come in' from the other side. All three of us walked in and I gave my son his food from Toco Bell. The mask that he was wearing earlier to help him breath was taken off. "Thanks," he said and started to dig into the meal. Once he was done, Zeb spoke up, "kid, we need ya to please explain to us what happened". I saw a glint of guilt and a lot of fear in Ezra's eyes. "What do you want to know?" He asked weakly. "Everything, from the begin'en to the end," Zeb said. "But before you do," I interpreted, "I want to know what you meant by 'I killed him'" I said. Ezra looked even more scared than before and almost to the point of breathing hard. "Calm down and tell me," I said.  "But you are going to hate me if I tell you," Ezra said with misted eyes. "I promise on my life that I would never hate you," I reassured,"I love you to much". He hide his face in the veil of hair and whispered in a broken voice, "I killed Paul".

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