Jump | H.S.

Chapter 7

I could feel my heart almost beating out of my chest as I drove along East Drive, looking for Mike's house number. I gripped the steering wheel, causing my knuckles to go white, and rocked back and forth a bit, trying to calm my nerves.

Right when I see the numbers 319, I suck in a deep breath, and pull into the driveway. I could tell by the dozen motorcycles in front of the garage door, that this was a large party. "Great," I mutter.

I put my car into park and turn off the ignition. Pulling out the keys and stuffing them into my pocket, I climb out and walk behind the house, to the back yard where I hear a bunch of commotion.

"I'll kill you!" Mike.

"Bring it little bitch!" Hmm, sounds like a guy I could actually get along with.

I round the corner, and see a group of people in a circle. I push past all the gawking people cheering for each guy, until I reach the core. Mike has blood just gushing from his nose, and every time he opens his mouth, he coughs from it choking him. The other guy has a bloody lip, but doesn't seem as beat up as Mike.

I hate breaking up fights, and I don't care if this kid kills Mike, but being an eye witness isn't the greatest thing to be, then I'd have to have another encounter with my dad. "Pretty boy?" Mike asks as he squints his eyes and looks at me. This causes everyone in the circle including the kid beating Mike shitless, to look at me. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" Mike snaps as he staggers to stand up.

"Why the fuck is your nose bleeding?" I retort.

"You smart ass!" Mike yells as he throws his body at me, but I dodge it, making him trip on his own feet and fall face first in the grass, knocking him unconscious.

"I should've tried that," the kid laughs as he wipes his lip. I crack a smile, but it suddenly vanishes as I remember Jumper.

"Where's Jumper?" I ask him.

"Yo, Mike's toy?" I clench my jaw, trying not to lose it. "She got scared and went inside."

I don't even thank him, instead I turn around and run inside. I cringe as the word toy plays over in my mind. What has he done to her? "Jumper?" I call. "Jumper, it's Harry!" I could hear soft creaking upstairs, and I knew it was her.

I run up the stairs, and look through each door. "Jumper?!"

"Harry?" Her American accent was heard from the last door on the left. I open the door, and see her hiding in the corner.

"It's okay now," I say as I slowly walk over to her. "Everything's going to be okay." I kneel down beside her, and can read from her eyes that she's scared. She slowly moves towards me, and before I know it, she wraps her arms around me and squeezes my neck.

"Thank you," she says as she hugs me tighter. I can feel her tears on my neck, soaking my shoulder.

I don't reply, but instead I stand up, and help her up before exiting the room. We walk outside, and I see the cops pulling in. "Shit!" I yell as I run my hands through my hair. They park behind my car, and I tug at my hair when I see my dad get out. He gives me a disapproving look, making me shake my head.

"Harry," he greets as he walks up to Jumper and me. "Should've known you had a part in this."

"I didn't have shit to do with this," I snap. "All I did was come to get Jumper."

"Jumper, aye." His gaze averts to the tiny figure beside me. "You must be her. I'm Des, Harry's father."

"Nice to meet you," she says politely with a soft sniffle.

"American, what brings you here?" He asks.

"This isn't meet and greet, now excuse us." I begin walking to my car, and can see Jumper directly behind me.

"Stay out of trouble!" My dad calls, making me roll my eyes.

"Maybe if you were a better cop and father, I wouldn't be in trouble ever." He clenches his jaw, and I open my door, getting in and completely ignoring his stares.

"Why are you so rude to him?" She whispers to me as she buckles her seat belt, and wipes her eyes free of tears.

"Because he's and ass."

"He is your dad."

"Do think I give a shit? He never took much notice to me being his son, so I don't give notice to him being my dad." That's not really the real reason, its mostly about Darcy, but I don't want her to know about that.

She doesn't reply to me, but instead stays quiet. I can tell I intimidate her a bit, and that bothers me. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" I ask, scared of her reply.

"No," she whispers.

"You don't have to lie to me, I understand-"

"I'm not afraid of you, dammit!" She curses as she runs her hands over her face. "If I can handle Mike, I can handle anyone. besides, why would I be afraid of you, when you volunteered once to save me, and actually did twice."

"I don't know, I guess some people just find me intimidating that's all."

"You are intimidating." I can't help but smile, and I can see her smile a bit in the corner of my eye. My smile fades as I imagine Mike's hands all over her, forcing her to do stuff she doesn't to do.

"How did you meet the bastard?" I ask, extremely curious.

"Mike?" I nod. "Well, when I came to London, I didn't know anyone at all, and it was scary. Being in a large city, not knowing a single soul, it's lonely and nerve wrecking. So I decided to go out drinking at a small bar called Rhonda's. I guess he seen me all alone, and decided to make a move."

"And you gave in?" I ask in disgust. I don't mean to sound like a dick, but it sounds like she's easy.

"It wasn't like that," she snaps. "He was different back then. He was sweet and used to take me to the most expensive restaurants and buy me flowers."

"Sounds like a sap," I laugh.

"It wasn't sappy, it was romantic. And I fell for him," she continues as she stares out her window. "He's not what he used to be."

"Have you ever though that maybe that's how he always was, but he was only romantic to win you over?" She lets out a deep breath and rests her head on the head rest.

"Course I have. That's exactly what he did too, he doesn't love me, he just uses me for pleasure." Her voice cracks at the last word, and I can tell she doesn't want to talk about this anymore.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve that," I whisper.

"No one does," she mutters softly.

The rest of the drive home was quiet, but not awkward. I realize that she's still innocent, no matter what the dick did to her. When we pull into the driveway, I can't help but give her a glance. Her black hair keeps falling into her eyes, resulting in her pushing it back several times. Her blue eyes look over at me, and I look away, pretending to not know what's going on.

We climb out, and I unlock the door. "So um, what do you want to do?" I ask as I awkwardly scratch the back of my neck.

"I would like to take a shower, but I forgot all my clothes." Shit.

"We can go back?"

"I don't want to be a problem."

"It's not." She tries to protest, but I already have my keys in my hand, and am walking out the door.

"Thank you, Harry," she says as we climb in.

"No problem. It's better than having to wear mine." I like Jumper a lot, but I'm not so sure I like her as far as to let her wear my clothes. I only let Darcy do that, and no one will ever take her place, not even Jumper.