Clair, Wyatt, and Sam

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Sam sprints upstairs without a word. Worried, I run after him. Everyone's either distracted or too shook to move.

I whisper to Sam, "What took you so long?"

"I was trying to find Clair. She texted something to me about Wyatt and how she needs help."

I remember Wyatt. He was nice when we were younger. But after that, he got mixed up with the wrong people, and he changed. Clair was unwilling to realize that.

"Okay," I whisper. And that's when I hear it. Clair's sobs coming from her room.

I run to my room, and get my small pistol. I've done some shooting with my dad, so I know what I'm doing.

Sam looks confused until he sees my weapon. He nods, before banging on the door. He tries the handle, and it's locked.

"Clair!" He yells. His voice cracks.

A man's voice curses, and another sob.

The door doesn't open, and Sam wiggles the handle probably hundreds more times.

I head to where the ping pong table is, and pull up a corner of the rug. We hid a key there in case one of us got locked in a room. It opens all bedrooms, bathrooms, the garage, etc.

I toss the key to Sam, and he quickly unlocks the door. I grip my gun tighter and head in after him.

What I see scares me.

It's Wyatt, looking almost the same as he did when we were younger, but he has a bit of stubble after not shaving for a while.

Clair's pushes against the wall by Wyatt. Her eyes are red from crying, and her head is leaning away from him, wanting him to stop touching her.

Sam tackles Wyatt to the ground. He throws punch after punch to Wyatts's face, with one sickening crunch and crack after another.

She's shivering and shaking life a leaf in the wind, so I bring her arm over my shoulder, and put my arm around her waist, and take her to my room.

I find a sweater and drape it over her shoulders. I hug her closely and take satisfaction in Sam beating up Wyatt.

Soon enough, Alanna and Cassidy are upstairs, too, and we're sitting on my bedroom floor, holding Clair, trying to get the shaking to stop.

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