(I'm gonna go after him)
—I go to my car and call him.
Me: Hello?
Jaylon: Hi, look I appreciate the thought but I..I....OWWWW...STOOOOP DAD THAT HURTS STOOP...
Background: Jaylon don't talk to that girl again!
-the phone hang up.
—I was too startled to move. I started the car and drove the direction he ran.
Me: Oh my goodness!
Jaylon's dad: Stop moving Jaylon or I'll do it harder!
(I cared for Jaylon a lot, I couldn't just sit there.)
-- All I saw was Jaylon geting hit by a baseball bat by his dad. I looked for something in the car that I could hit Jaylon's dad with. Every time I heard Jaylon scream in pain I got more and more worried and scared for him.
Me: I finally found something, my phone duh!
-- I quickly called 9-1-1.
Police: Hello whats your emergency?
Me: H-hi my boyfr-.....my friend is getting abused in his front lawn please help him hes getting abused by his dad with a baseball bat please..........
Police: Okay whats the address?
-- I squint at the address printed on their rusty malebox.
Me: 55-1006 Empier street.
Police: Ok we will be there as fast as possible.
Me: Okay thanks, bye.
~10 MIN'S LATER~
-Police and Ambulance sirens~
Police: PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!..................
