Unlikely

Chapter Eleven

     The winds whirred and battered the shelter. Marzia was still curled at my side, sleeping through even the worst of the howling storm. Ethan was lost in thought, probably thinking about how to kill somebody and get away with it.
So much for innocence.
Rain hastily filled the small gap of silence from the winds. What if we were in the eye of the storm?
Despite the hurricane, my thoughts drifted back to Dawson. Molested? Him too? It just didn't add up. What if he was lying?
All the what if's plagued my mind. I heard everybody snoring, some soft, some loud. I woke up PJ and Marzia.
"Guys." I whispered." Let's go and explore."
"Where the hell are we, the Paris Catacombs?" PJ complained. Marzia glared at him.
"We're not even in Paris. Heck, we're nowhere near!" Marzia hissed. Sighing, she added, "you know, I miss my dog Maya."
"I miss Edgar." I said, remembering how I used to call him Deutschland until Logan molested me for "Nazism". I learned very quickly that actions have consequences.
     "Hey, look. I think it's a dead body!" Was that...
     Logan? No, it couldn't be!
     Logan and Jake were here, quote unquote, "cavern diving", so me and PJ instinctively pushed Marzia behind us and got in a fighting stance, but our trio went unnoticed by the brothers.
     All of a sudden Jake turned in the pitch blackness. "Do I hear footsteps?"
     "I think you do."
     We all whipped around to see Doctor Oakley with a flashlight and a very disappointed look on his face. "I have a lot of things to say. First," he said, pointing at us three, "why the heck did you guys run off? We've been looking all over for you! Second," he said, pointing now at Logan and Jake," Mr. Paul is being arrested for pedophilia and theft from the hospital, and Nurse Jake is being fired for elderly abuse. Third," he finished, panting, "I will fight you two if I have to, to keep Marzia, Felix and even PJ safe. They are kids and they don't deserve everything that you did to Felix and almost Marzia."
     Finally! I get some fucking justice! I was in my own little world, I didn't notice when Jake took out a gun.
     "NONE OF YOU FUCKING MOVE! MY BROTHER IS NOT BEING ARRESTED AND YOU ARE NOT FIRING ME! I AM FUCKING DONE WITH THE LITTLE SHITS FUCKING EVERYTHING UP! I WILL SHOOT THEM IF I HAVE TO! YOU HEAR THAT TYLER? HUH? I WILL FUCKING MASSACRE THESE GODDAMN CRAZIES! TRY TO STOP ME!"
     Ethan walked over to us. "Hey, can I kill them?"
     I knew he was planning a murder!
     Ethan walked over to us and whispered, "act scared."
     We did.
     We all embraced each other and cried. Ethan said, "I could never win against Ana."
     He shot himself with all of the bullets in the pistol. Nobody moved. I felt sick, and Doctor Oakley actually threw up.
     Logan grinned. "Hey look, another dead body!"
     I punched him. Hard. "You piece of shit! You ruined my fucking life! Why did you do it, why? Why would you take a child's innocence and crush it in your filthy hands? Do you know what you did to me? Do you? I have nightmares every night, if I can get over my paranoia that every touch is a bad one! And want to know what I dream about? You. Logan Paul, the man that has caused me so much pain. I dream that you got me again and again and the night terror never ended until I cried myself awake! Did you know I've still never had my first kiss? I've always been too scared to be intimate with someone because of you! Why couldn't it be you? Why couldn't have you killed yourself?"
     Logan thought hard about my words. Then he picked up the gun and a bullet off of Ethan's rotting corpse and shot himself in the head.
     Marzia cried into my chest, and PJ leapt in joy.
     "Okay..." Doctor Oakley started, "If anybody asks, Ethan and Logan got lost. Jake, I'm dropping all of the charges against you. Let's head back."

Jesus fucking Christ. That escalated. Vote and comment of you enjoyed, and let's make sure this never happens. Always report sexual abuse, or abuse of any kind to the proper authorities. Stay safe!
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