Unlikely

Chapter Six

PJ took the head, while me and Felix took his enormous feet. We hauled the dirty son of a gun up to the nurse, told her he had a nasty fall.
Apparently, she was the cook, a Ms. Grace Helbig. She splashed some water on him and ordered us back upstairs.
"Where do you think you're going?" A mysterious echo filled the hallways. Our ragtag trio looked up. Felix and PJ recognized the voice instantly.
"Jake!" The boys hissed in unison. It almost felt like a cartoon, with their eyes comically wide and their mouths agape. "What the hell are you doing here?"
     "Uh...I work here, you fuckin' dumbasses." He said. "And I'll be damned if me and my bro lose this job because of you sons of bitches wanted to tattletale on me."
     I was beyond mortified. How the heck did I get into this situation in the first place? Oh yeah. Suicide. This Jake seemed less than happy with us, and he had his eyes on me. I had to be brave. No, I have to be brave. "Try me, blondie." I taunted calmly. The others looked up, surprised by my sudden outburst. PJ and Felix shook their heads and whispered, "no, don't"s and "you're going to die"s but I wasn't concerned. I could feel my blood pumping. If this is what it took, then I'd take the risk. "Come on. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't kick butt." I was trying to get his attention.
     "Very well." He said. He crouched in a defensive position, and would've attacked me if Ethan hadn't walked in front of us.
     "What the hell? What's going on?" Ethan asked quietly.
     Jake narrowed his hazel colored orbs at my own brown. "About to take this bitch DOWN!" He shouted. His shouting got the attention of Grace.
     "What are you doing? Not about to tackle this poor young lady, I hope!" She scolded. Jake lowered his head like a child, and tried to make her feel sorry for him.
     "I'm sorry, Ms. Helbig. I was just escorting them to their rooms."
     She asked our trio about his true intentions. What came next was at least thirty minutes of us three shouting information.
     "Hold on here," she paused us, "what you're saying is that Mr. Paul, who is knocked out and has a tall kid dragging him by his hair, is a pedophile, and he has molested the blonde and almost the brunette girl, correct?" Our nods full of shame, me and Felix nodded. "And the tall boy over there-" she pointed to PJ, "knocked him out out of pure rage." Again, we nodded.
     "B-but that's preposterous! My brother is-"
     "What happened?" Mr. Paul asked, clutching his probably aching head. The five of us looked at each other, and PJ dropped his head.
     "Uh...nothing?" Felix said. Doctor Oakley came bustling down the hall, in the middle of a call.
     "ANOTHER WEEK?! ARE YOU...hold on, it looks like some kids and Grace are trying to sacrifice Logan to Satan, gotta go."
     After Grace explained what had went down, Doctor Oakley stared at us with wide eyes under his black rimmed glasses. "Oh my God! We gotta call the cops! Child molestation is punishable by law!" His anxiety had gotten the best of him by now, so Grace took his head in her hand and slapped him. Hard.
     "Tyler! Get yourself together! Think, goddarnit, think!" She screamed. He looked at us with those same wide, spine-tingling scared eyes that were so soft when you looked at them,  like a man who had seen too much and loved so much. He took one sharp, professional glance at us.
     "Okay. Okay, you're right." Tyler said. "Yes, I just need to recollect my thoughts. I just get so jumbled, like my stomach twists in knots and I can't breathe. It happens when Ana strikes again. She feeds off of my insecurity, she makes what is real non-animated. It makes me go insane, because all I can do is starve and exercise. I'm like her minion."
     Throughout Tyler's soliloquy, we just stood there with gaping jaws, as the Paul's just scrambled away in hopes they would not be caught.
     Ethan, without saying a word, got up and hugged the poor stand-in counselor.
     As me and Felix went to our floor-and eventually our beds-I wondered what tomorrow would bring.

What did I just write. Oh well. I'm sorry I'm just pulling these out of my ass as I go along. I'm still gonna do it, but I need to find some motivation. If you guys have any requests send them in please! Stay safe!
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