Chapter 9
The Mother
~Belles point of View~
I wash my hair. And then i lightly comb it, and make sure it all looks perfect. He so handomse, i only want to live up to his expectations. I put my concealer on and my other makeup, and then look up..and i looked good, i thought. I bat my eyelashes just to make sure.
I walk over to my closet where i pick out a nice black dress. I wear boots that are kind of dressy and walk downstairs.
My Dad is looking at me. He is a confused, yet he had stern look on his face.
"Honey, something happened." He said.
"Wait What?" I said.
"Its about Joey" He said. With a sad expression.
"What about him" I said.
He paused.
Walked over to me.
Looked at me. And held my hand.
"He was beaten up very bad." He said.
"What how? What ways." I said.
I immediately had a worried look to myself, I was scared.
I hope nothing horrible happened to him.
"Apparently two fake police officers, who went to his house informing him that his mother was dead." He said.
I looked at the window, tearing up.
"And.." I said. With a shaky voice.
"They apparently took him to a house, there were two boys there including those two guys, who took him. They said they were going to a crash sight but instead took him to the house. Thats all we know, he is still very sick." He said.
I cried, I lost it. What type of dick would ever do something like that. I hope those ass holes are arested.
I immediately began to feel more sympathy, this cant be happening. I love him...I love him so much, and i dont want to admit him that yet..because we've only been dating for a week.
I hope nothing bad comes out of this I really hope nothing bad does.
"The injuries?" I asked. With now a horrible voice.
"Its gonna be okay sweetie" Dad said. He rubbed my back ank cradled me in his arms. " He has broken ribs, his leg is broken, and he has been sexually abused. He will be okay though. Just out for a couple days. But I promise we will find who did this." he said.
My dads a police officer.
I pray that he gets better. I just want to see him again. I really want to kiss him again.
2 hours before
~Joeys Point of View~
My Mom. Dead.
No. No.
"NOOOO!" I screamed, crying for what seemed like hours.
I just now noticed they look kind of younf to be police officers.
But My Mom. No
"Buddy, Its okay." Fredrick said.]
"NOOO ITS NOT OKAY." I said.
"We have to take you there" Johnson Said.
"Noo." I cried a little bit more.
"TAKE ME TO BELLE, TAKE ME NOW!" I screamed at them. And cried even harder.
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Joey and Belle
Teen FictionJoey is just a 16 year old, who had normal friends. Notice I mention the word "had". He had average friends until he met Max, Max showed him a new way to view life. A more fantastic way to live. Max showed him a girl. A girl who Joey would soon grow...