A Disaster Waiting To Happen

Chapter 8

"And this Jonathan boy didn't try and save you when he rapped you?" My dad said furiously when I finished. I don't think he knew that I was already hating Jonathan, but I didn't want to hate him. I think I am still in love with him and to think he hurt me was just too much. I just sat and shook my head. The rest of the night was a blur. It all went by in the blink of a eye. The next morning was the problem. Did I want to go to school and suffer the consequences of seeing jack? Last night my mom called the police and she reported jack. Jack was pulled into the police station and was on house arrest. He was only allowed to go to school and then back home. He would be going to court in 17 days to trial to see whether or not he would be pushed as a adult in the system because he was almost already 18 in 5 months or if he would be going to the juvenile delinquency center. I was terrified he would come after me and I wasn't sure if I was physically and mentally ready to fight him. School was school, and oddly jack never showed up. Jonathan on the other hand did show up, but he wasn't really there? I know, what does that mean? It was like Jonathan was a completely different person. It was like he had no feelings or emotions. And then I realized that maybe jack took his anger out to Jonathan.

"Hey Jonathan," it took him a minute to realize I was talking to him.
"Oh, hey, how are you doing?" He said plainly.
"I'm getting over it and I still am angry at you. But you seem off and I want to make sure you are okay," I said with concern.
"Actually I'm not," he said with a harshness to his words. "Did you tell the police about jack and me and what happened? Because I was called into the station last night and they want me to go to trial against jack and say he hurt me. What did you say and how much did you say?"
"I didn't say anything. My mom went last night and talked to them but I have no idea what she said." I said with guilt. I do know what she said. She said I was hurt not only by jack, but by Jonathan too.
"Well if you find out let me know so I say the right thing when I go into court. See you around." He sounded upset but I couldn't help him. I think I have to stay away from him too.

I went home at 3:20 just like every other day.
I pull into the drive way to find 2 police trucks and I run inside.
"Mom! What's wrong? Where's dad?" She was balling and my dad was gone.
"He's dead, he was going into Walmart and someone shot him. They-they said it was a gang member. They think jack sent the members to kill him. Jack ran away this morning honey and he's very dangerous. They think he is going to try and hurt us now. He's scary baby, he killed Ricky," she was balling and muttering and couldn't keep her head up for more than a minute. I was terrified. What would happen to me if jack or his men were to find me? Would they kill me or worse?