Chasing Grant

Chapter 15 ~Taking Care Of....Pt.1

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Wynston Shannon as Jett Jackson -aka J.J- (Just another picture of him because I feel like it)

Chapter 15 ~Taking Care Of....Pt. 1

Golden child, Lion boy; Tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it's like to burn ~Unknown

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Grant's POV

I ran aimlessly down every sidewalk, down every street, down every neighborhood, and past every house. My breath was labored and my legs ached in protest, but I didn't stop running.

I couldn't.

Not until I found my freckled friend who was in need of my help.

This was the most cardio I've gotten this year and it showed. I ran past shopping centers, past work offices, and parks. I've passed people who -like me- were running, but unlike me they were in a rush to get home to escape the unexpected rain. While I ran in search for my lost, heartbroken friend.

All this running almost seemed hopeless.

Not only had Jett gotten a head start the boy is also in cross country. Running is what he did best. But take me for example. I'm so out of shape and tired my legs might crumble from under me at any second.

Running was not in my forte.

I was about to give up hope on ever finding him when Felix's voice ran threw my head causing me to come to an abrupt stop.

"We built the tree-house when we were just kids.....well not us but our fathers. It quickly became our fortress....our safe haven from reality"

I remember him telling me that after the football game when we were hiding away in the tree-house.

It was a bit of a stretch to even go there. Not only was I quite ways away, but who's to say he's even there? What assures me that he even remember about the tree-house and went there? Felix did say that none of them have been there in years.....

"Our safe haven from reality" Felix had said to me.

I sighed and my shoulders slumped slightly.

"Well it's not like I have a better idea. Might as well check it out" I mutter to myself which earned me a weird stare from a stranger walking by.

I blushed slightly and then started my run to the tree-house despite the burn in my legs.

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The rain was still relentless and pouring just as hard as it was earlier.

I looked around the tree-house and it didn't seem like anyone came this way. There was no footprints in the mud to show that someone did in fact run this way.

I was about to turn and walk away when I heard it. In the mix with the rain patter, were pain filled sobs sounding throughout the forest.

The sorrow in the sobs was so impacting that the birds around seemed to sing a soft, sad melody to fit the mood.

I stepped forward when the toll of all that running finally caught up to me. My knees buckled and I somehow managed to catch myself on the tree trunk before I could fall.

No matter how tired I was I had to get up the tree-house to comfort my crying friend. I held onto the tree as I made my way around it to the ladder.

Now climbing was the really difficulty here. I managed to grab hold and hoist myself up enough to get to the first step, but my legs were too tired to lift. I felt the drain on my body as I forced it to keep working as I made my way up the ladder.