I'm So Glad I Found You : Quintis Fic

Emotional Stressers

Chapter 38

"Son, you need to listen to me" Marcus grabbed young Toby by the shoulders with a firm grip, looking him in the eye. He can see the frightened glint in his sons eyes, as he frantically looks around the buildings and dark streets. There was no where to go now.

He also glances around the dimly lit sidewalk, and down towards the casino they just came from. They were going to be in big trouble soon.

There were police sirens in the background, and Toby could see the frantic look in his fathers eyes. Mirroring his own "Son, you need to go! Now!"

He took the hat that Toby had been so used to seeing rested on his fathers head, and watches as he placed it on his own before pushing him off in another direction. "Run Toby! Just run!" He yelled, as he glanced behind him again, only to see the police cars getting closer, and the sirens getting louder

Toby didn't have time to think, so he just ran. He carried his legs as far as he could. Ignoring the intense pounding of his heart, and the ragged breaths emitting from his lungs. He just needed to run. Run away from his fears, and away from his fathers mistakes. Away from his own. Away from the bodies that were left, and away from the danger that had followed.

He wasn't able to get that far, before he was tackled to the ground. A hard blow to his side, knocking his feet out from under him, and his shoulder making quick contact with the concrete underneath him. His fathers hat flying into the damp street.

He landed on his side, as a sharp pain shot up his arm, a small yelp emitting from his mouth.

"I got him. It's the kid!" He heard the man on top of him yell. A tall malicious man, with a bloody scratch across his face. And an unwelcoming sneer present with his unfriendly eyes.

"Where's our money" he barked, grabbing Toby by his collar, and jerking him forward. Bringing them face to face.

"I-i don't have your money" he stammered, rushing to throw his hands up beside him, and cower away from the threat.

The man snarled, and threw his head back on the concrete sidewalk several times. Then sending a harsh blow to his small jaw.

The man along with the others disappeared, leaving Toby sprawled across the sidewalk of the abandoned street, with a broken jaw, and bloody nose.

It was way past midnight, in the middle of winter. He had left his only jacket at the casino, and now he was shivering badly as he forced himself to stand up. His legs were weak and unstable, and he was unsure if they were able to support him.

His lip was swollen, and he was pretty positive he had a concussion, from his head being smashed against the sidewalk multiple times. He's definitely had worse.

He stumbles as he rushes to retrieve the hat his father had given him. Checking inside to make sure everything was in the place it should be before placing it confidently back on his head with shaky hands.

He limped back to his house, at least 2 miles away, where his mother was probably still laying in bed for him to come home. She wasn't fully aware of the fact that her husband was taking their 15 year old son 'gambling' again. He had just came back from Harvard for a visit, which seems to have been a mistake.

He wrapped his arms around himself to try and keep his body warm, as his tears froze on the way down his cheeks . Limping his way back to the small White House on the corner, with the rotting fence, and dead plants lined along the drive.

He barely had enough strength to pull open the sliding glass door. His arms were bare and shivering from the below zero temperatures. The hair on his neck standing on end.