More Than Friends

Chapter 24 - Return of the Ass

Jay and I got to Johns room and there were two cops. One was in his room and the other was standing just outside his door. His parents were no longer there.

"Uh, I'll wait out here."

"I figured."

Jay, one of the bravest people I knew, had this weird phobia of cops. She has never done anything criminal in her life. Well other than a few fashion choices when we were in 7th grade. It is weird but I also think it's hilarious. I still don't know what freaks her out so bad after being friends for six years.

"So this Daniel kid, was he the only one there?"

"Hell no, I could take him out with two punches. It was the other three guys, they made it a little harder."

My heart stopped. The thought of four guys beating and kicking him until he was unconscious made me physically sick. I couldn't tell who I was mad at more, myself for aggravating Daniel and not taking his threat seriously or John for not telling me himself. My blood was boiling.

"Oh... my... god... It was my fault." Obviously, no one heard me come in because everyone, the cop, the nurse, and Johnathan, stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

"Cameron, no it wasn't."

"Yes, it was!" He tried to come and comfort me but he was hooked up to an I.V. and moving hurt his sides. "That son of a...I'm going to kill him."

I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me. Not just because he beat the hell out of my boyfriend, but because of the year of hell I spent with him. The mentally and physical abuse I endured. He was NOT going to continue to put me through hell.

"Is she serious?" I heard the cop mutter after right after I left.

"There's a very good chance, I wouldn't take it if I were you." He knew me very well. I managed to make it down the hall before someone's hand was wrapped around my arm.

"Let me go!"

"Look you seem like a really good kid. Don't be stupid."

I ripped my arm away from that gorilla of a man. "Why not. You don't know what he's done to me."

"Ok take a breath and let's go back inside, 'kay?"

I ignored his suggestion and walked back into the hospital room still furious.

"Tell me what happened."

"Cameron you don't-"

"No, stop it. Tell me what happened, now." My arms crossed still standing in the doorway of his room.

"Woah." I snapped my eyes at the police officer who let the comment slip from his lips. He looked down at his shoes. To be intimidated by a 5'3 118lb girl, he had to be new.

"Now, Johnathan!"

"I don't think you should hear this, Cam."

"Last time I checked, you don't make decisions for me. Tell me."

He sighed and looked around the room before landing back to me. His eyes drifted back to his hands where he started to fidget with his IV.

"I left to go pick you up, just as planned, and I got about halfway there when I realized I hadn't gotten you anything. I know what you're gonna say 'John you didn't have to get me anything' but I wanted to. I stopped at Target to get some flowers because girls like flowers.

"I paid and got out as quick as possible. I knew I was gonna be late so was about to call you when that asshole showed up. He started getting really hostile. I ignored him because you are way more important than him and I was already going to be late.

"I was doing good until he pushed me and I just lost it. At first, I just pushed him and reminded him of the last time and-"

"Wait, last time? You and this kid have had an altercation before?"

"Yeah, so what?" Johnathan growled.

We both looked at the cop. His name tag read Watterson. I was really tired of him budding in.

"What happened?"

"God, he threatened her and then me so I punched him. Like I said before, I could handle him, I already have. As I was saying-"

"Kid you can't just go around punching people."

"I guess he didn't learn his lesson," John mumbled.

"Wait, are you going to arrest him right." I looked at Officer Watterson pleadingly gesturing at my stupid, stupid boyfriend.

I was mad but didn't want to see him in jail. The officer sighed. "I guess not. No charges were filed but promise me I won't have to see your name cross my desk again. Deal?"

"As long as he stays away from me and-"

"He promises." I snapped cutting off Johnathan's smart ass statement.

"Sure whatever."

The cop eyed us before leaving, his annoying ass partner in tow.

"Cam, I don't want you to think that you had anything to do with what happened to me ok? He may not have planned it but this just his way of trying to hurt you once again."

"He was my ex. If I had just pressed charges when everything started-"

"Stop it."

I paused fighting the tears starting to well in my eyes.

"Finish the story."

"Are you-"

"Just finish."

"Um, I started to hit him. Not really registering that I was. Well until I got kicked in the ribs." He clenched his jaw and start to stare off into space. "I was awake for the whole thing. There was this little part of me that was hoping, praying even, that one of them would just knock me out. The cruel part of it all wasn't the beating, it was that I had to wait there for what seemed like an hour for someone to walk out and help me. Ironically that's when I passed out."

"Please tell me that's the end." I whimpered.

"It is." he muttered.

We sat in silence refusing to look at each other until I realized Jay was still waiting outside.

"I'll be back tomorrow I have to take Jay home."

"I'm going to call you ok? Please answer." I nodded.

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Dear Diary Thing,

     Johnathan's doing better physically but i don't think he is mentally. And he's Johnathan. He's not gonna admit he needs help or that he was "weak", he's gonna keep it bottled up and thats not good for him. I dont care what he says this could have all been prevented. I feel like this is my fault. It is my fault. I just feel like shit.

    I dont feel like a help i feel like im just hurting him more. What if he has PTSD?! Yeah thats kind of exaggerated but i mean its  possible! He might push himself to prove that he's fine when he really isnt and just... idk

     I hate this whole situation. I hate this happened to him. I hate that i cant do anything to help. sigh