I Choose You

Chapter Fourteen - Hung Up

I looked around, how could anyone not see this? There was a girl hanging from a tree. Realizing I had to do something, I ran over to Jessie. Her hands and feet were tied up, and there was tape over her mouth. The rope was tied around under her arms, rendering her helpless. "This is going to hurt," I said, bracing her for the pain. She nodded, and tried to speak but nothing came out except "ohaymhede".

I took it as an okay and ripped the tape off all at once, then threw it to the ground. A screech escaped her lips before a deep breath surfaced. "Let me call WPP."

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number. It rang two times before there was an answer.

"Hello, Witness Protection Program; If this call is for the police, please contact emergency services. if not, how many I help you today?"

"Hello, this is Alex Bertie and I am in danger. Again."

"What is your location and what is happening," the lady said urgently.

"Greenville Park and Playground. I was eating with my date and I turned for a minute. They took her and hung her. Not by her neck. She's okay."

"Don't leave the area unless threatened. If you do, text message 0987. We'll send squads right away."

"Okay. Thank you." Then, a dial tone buzzed through my ear. I turned back to the tree, which was crowded by people. Jessie spoke calmly and softly, keeping herself composed for the ...audience she had.

"There he is," she said, nodding her head towards me. Half the group rushed towards me, sadness and pleading in their eyes.

"I know who you are," exclaimed a girl, whose hand was tangled with another's. I smiled.

"And who would that be?"

"Alex Bertie! My girlfriend," she pointed to the girl next to her, "And I love you!"

A napkin came flying from the back of the crowd and hit her in the back of the head. Few others followed suit. No. I followed the trail of the flying object to a tall, skinny man with glasses. I looked up at him, squinting into the sun. "And your problem is what, sir?"

"That's not Godly." Wow. I smiled at the two girls, who were now standing a distance away from each other, holding sad looks on their faces.

"Neither is throwing bottles at people because they're happy. Maybe she should pick that up and throw it at you, because you're being far from Godly right now, yourself. Thou shall not judge, right? Thought so," I raised my voice so the crowd heard me. I was seriously lecturing them, "If you aren't happy with homosexuals, listen closely. You want be listen to the bible? Fine. Listen to the clearly written parts. you know, such as the ones that say everyone is equal and created in God's image? No where does it say specifically that a man cant be happy marrying man. Stop hating on happiness before even more lives are taken before they should be because of people such as you, Bottle Man. Or anyone who helped him. These two girls are happy, until you messed with them. That could've pushed them over the edge. Because of you, they might not be here tomorrow. You don't know how hard or easy hey have it. Just be happy for happiness and keep your mouth shut. Now, if you still want to be pricks, you can leave."

I wave of applause and whistles exploded in the crowd as Bottle Man shamefully left. The two girls ran up to me and squeezed me tightly, as if I just saved their lives. Maybe I had. One let go. "I'm Daisy, by the way."

By now, a couple of men had helped Jessie down and she was proudly standing next to me. Then, WPP showed up. I had to leave.

"Tweet me later, both of you. Alex-underscore-Bertie. Okay?" They smiled at each other and nodded as the WPP man took my arm and dragged me out of the crowd. They were taking me back to the hospital.

[A/N: Chapter 13 only has 11 reads. If I could take a guess, this will have nine. Soon enough, I'll be back to zero. if this keeps up, I may discontinue.. so pleaseee share!?

And thank you so much to those eleven or so people who actually read. please don't stop.]