Blake 💀🖕

Chapter #24 (Aiyana has a lil fangirl moment. Hehehe😂👌)

Jack's POV:
"ZACHARY!" I look up from my feet to my dad as he's running to me, wearing his grey suit he always wears for his job as a cop. He pushed past the other policemen as he melts to the white tilted floor, grabbing and picking me up from the waiting room's bright green chair to welcome me with a bear hug. I listen to him sob as he grabs the back of my head only to push my forehead against his. Heavy streams of tears flow down his bright red cheeks as he screams at me saying, "WE LOVE YOU! DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!" He stands up with me in his arms.

I find myself crying just as hard. "D-daddy... Mommy stopped moving-" I blurted out as I suddenly latched onto him for support when I began shaking uncontrollably. Dad started shaking at my words. "Why did she stop moving?" He gave no answer except for only more sobs. "Why did she stop moving dad? Why didn't she keep moving?! Why was there red? D-daddy... It was scary... Why was there loud bangs?"

He hugs me tighter. "She will always love you. You- you just have to trust me, okay? Do you trust me?"

I nod really fast while he puts me back on the ground. His rough and cold hands grab my shoulders as he kneels down to look me in the eye. His were red and puffy. "Danni-" He stops himself before going on, "Mommy i-isn't gonna be coming home-" "BUT WHY?! WHAT'S GOING ON?" I scream at him with a cracked voice. "No one is telling me what's happening! They're all looking at me, but no one is- why are they saying sorry? Why are they sorry daddy?" I look up to dad with tears now falling from mine. "Did I do something wrong?" He lets my shoulders go.

His eyebrows comes together as he looks away angrily. "No! None of this is your fault. Its mine! I shouldn't have gotten your mother involved with that girl." The other policemen around us look to him with a sad look. One of them speaks up.

"Lanz, this wasn't- I..." Dad looks up at him, waving his left hand. "You don't have to say anything."

He turns to me. "Your mother's gone. S-she isn't coming back because..." He chokes on his words.

A big man walks pass us with a smile on his face. "You don't fuck with the Bluerays."

My dad tenses up as the police turn and run after the big man. I continue sob as my daddy grabs and pulls me into another hug.

After a while the cops come back with frowns on their pale faces. "We will get Molly back..."

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Blank stares. That's all I've gotten today. From every person I've come in contact with today. Teachers and students alike. Chris and...

Even Blake... She just asked if I was okay, and left on a nice looking motorcycle without say another word to anyone.

When I realised that we had school today and got cold feet when it hit me that my dad would promptly disown my ass if he found out what I did last night, I offered Chris a ride with me to school. He accepted. But during the car ride, Chris eventually told me what Blake did to that son of bitch. Eric was his name. He deserved it.

Rape is sick.

Funny, but I wasn't expecting Chris saying anything. No one ever does. They all play the fucking guessing game with this stuff. They expect you to already know what happened, and they go ape shit if you say the truth of not knowing. It's stupid...

Its annoying.

As I push through the hallways, trying to recall what my next class was after period one, I find myself staring at that nice girl from yesterday. What was her name? Anna? No- Aiyana!

"WHAT HAPPENED? YOU'RE BLEEDING!" I tiredly blink my eyes a couple more times before smiling at Aiyana with a big, toothy grin. "I kicked a rapist's ass! Or I think I did-" I lie through my teeth, a sudden sharp pain shoots throughout my chest as I clear my throat. 

I look down to see Chris' shirt covered in my blood. Aiyana grabs my arm and pulls me to the closest bathroom, people turning their heads in horror as she drags me into the girl's.  Two younger girls were standing at the mirror applying lip gloss. Aiyana pauses for a second, turns to me and was about to drag me back out.

Aiyana's POV:
"Get out," Jacks voice suddenly erupts from him, laced with boredom. As if they were the ones who didn't belong in the girl's bathroom.

They don't wait to be told twice. They scoot out so fast that I would have laughed if I hadn't been so shocked at his sudden change in demeanour.

Jack directs his gaze at me, and something flickered behind his eyes. "What's your problem?" He asks in a low voice.

"What?" I can only look at him with my jaw hanging.  "Never mind..." He turns to leave before I leap over and pull him back in here. He groans loudly as I lead him to the paper towel disperser. "Lift up your shirt."

"Hey, I've only known you for not even two days, and already you want me to strip?" He laughs.

"Now." I order.

"Ugh. Whatever happened to a movie and dinner, huh?" He mocks as he does what he's told. I turn to grab as many paper towels I can hold, doing so I then turn to the sink. I wet them down with warm water before I turn back to Jack. He stands before me with no shirt and a bloodied chest. Holy crap! He looks ripped.

I ignore his smug smile as I step closer to him in order to inspect where the blood is coming from.

Dry blood?

"What happened? Why is there-" I begin to wipe away some clumps of the dried blood with the wet towels in my hands. He flinches.

"Eh, sorry...does it hurt?"

"Not really. Its just numb."

I continue cleaning off the blood when I take notice of the huge, deep looking slash on his skin with a clear wire stitching over it. "What the fuck?" I ask aloud. "Hey, you swore! I'm so proud!" I blush, realism slapping me right in my cheek.

"I'm gonna have a cool scar! Doesn't it look awesome?" Jack says happily.

"No! Who stitched this? It looks halfassed! You need medical attention!" I snap at him.

"I'm fine!" He harshly snatches the rest of the towels from me and finishes cleaning the blood. I grab his shirt to investigate the slash through it.

"I'm gonna wash some of the blood, okay?" I quietly say as I walk to a sink and begin the try and wash the blood out of the shirt. I hear him mutter "sure".

"Dammit, I'm gonna have to pay Chris for his shirt." I stop. "Wha-"

Chris'... Shirt...?

Chris' shirt?!

"The shirt I'm holding?" I ask.

"Uh, yeah. That's the one." He answers.

AHHHA!

I drop it the sink as I back away, my face feeling like its on fire! My heart beating so fast, I think it would fly out at any moment. "Whoa! You okay?!"

No- I mean, yes! But no! Aah!