Juvenile Delinquents

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I made my way down the hall. Breath stuck in my throat with tears in my eyes. My feet carried me down a spiral staircase before reaching a pair of big red double doors. My back hit the doors as sobs engulfed me. My back ran down the door until I felt the hard floor on my butt. Sobs poured from my lips. I wanted to leave, be anywhere else but that hospital. I wanted a hole to open and suck me through. I would rather live in hell than stay a moment longer there. I would be away from everyone and their horrible secrets.

     My phone buzzed as it was an incoming call from Tyson. Not wanting to speak to him, I sent him to voice mail right away and continued to cry. But it seemed that he didn't get the message as he called me once more. Sending him to voice mail again, I allowed my mind to run wild. I couldn't understand what happened. There was no way my family were apart of a mafia. They are nice people. Kind people. Not murders. How could my life be an entire lie? I thought to myself as my phone rang once more.

     Without looking at the collar I.D., I picked up the phone. "What the hell do you want Tyson!" I shouted and sniffed. "I'm not in the mood, right now. Leave without me, I don't fucking care anymore. I'll walk to the Foster home if I have to." I shook my head as a sob left my lips. "I just want to be alone.

     A dark chuckle was headed through the phone. "Princess having a bad time in paradise?" The cocky voice said as I could hear Greta snickering beside him.

     "The hell do you want Jackson." I growled.

     "I wanted to ask you how your life is going so far?" He chirped.

     The thought of stabbing him with a fork came to mind, as I sighed and smacked my head against the cold door. "Pretty shitty, if I'm being completely honest." Realization snapped into me, as my heart began to beat fast. "Where's Tyson?"

     Chuckling into the phone, I felt the smirk on his face. "I knew you were going to ask me that, but before I continue would like to say hello to him?"

     "Jackson. Where is Tyson?" I sat up straighter.

     Jackson spoke calmly. "A photo should be coming any minute now."

     I rolled my eyes. "Fucking making me turn on my Data. Fucking hoe." I grumbled as I turned it on. "If I go over my bill you're paying fo—" My heart dropped. I stopped talking as my eyes took in the photo Jackson had sent me. Tyson was tied up in the back of Jackson's car. "W-What the hell?" A cloth in his mouth as he sat between two large men. Both wearing a black ski mask. I continued to stare at the image. Anger took over me as I grit my teeth. "The fuck do you want Jack!" I shouted.

     An evil chuckle reached my ears. "I want you to suffer." He growled as I gulped down all my confidence.

     Muffling caught my ears as I knew Tyson was struggling to get out. "I sweat to god! If you so much as lay your pinky finger on them, I will rip your fucking throat out!" I yelled into my phone as I waited for an answer. Jackson knew what he was doing. I begged him not to hurt my family or friends. Tyson was something else. We were something more. He wasn't a friend or a family member, but my boyfriend. The one I was in a relationship with. My lover.

    Loud mutters were heard as a muffled scream soon followed with a loud gun shot. "Please don't hurt him!" I begged as my eyes began to water. "He doesn't know anything yet."

     "Yet." Jackson paused. "I like the sound of that." Before I could speak, the devil hung up. Leaving me to stare at the screen with Tysons name once on it. A text message from Greta came in as she told me that Tyson will be delivered in our suite. Gritting my teeth, I stood up and headed towards my hospital room. My family hadn't left as dad and Julian were pacing around the room with my mom on the phone and Katrina standing beside her.

     Clearing my throat, they all looked at me with both relief. "Thank god you're back!" Julian shouted as he ran towards me, pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

     "Julian my arm." I hissed out.

     "Shit. Sorry. Forgot about that." He shyly smiled as he scratched the back of his neck.

     Nodding my head at them, I shoved my phone in my pocket and took a step back while placing my good arm on my hip. "Tell me everything. I'm running out of time."

     "What happened?" Katrina asked as walked towards me.

     "Tyson got kidnapped by Jackson, Greta and two guys wearing ski masks." I snapped. My eyes narrowing at them. "So, I really don't have time for this. If you want to tell me the truth you better start now."

     Sighing, my dad placed his hand on my shoulder. "Maybe you should sit down for this." Shrugging his hand off me, I sat on the bed as my parents and brother sat in front of me. Katrina plopped down beside me. I swallowed.