The previous chapter of this story is on HollyMHolliday's profile. This is a collaborative story.
Abused and Forgotten chapter 2: Walk home
I sat and waited for several minutes for Jarred to meet at the flagpole. "He probably forgot. Again." I thought to myself. Just then I heard the large school doors open and close. It was jarred. "There you are, I thought you said we were meeting up by the pool doors?" Jarred said. "No I said flagpole." I said. "Whatever I know you said Pool doors." He said. For those of you who don't know, jarred is my boyfriend. We've been together for a few months now but he agreed not to tell anyone in fear of me coming to a new school and being bullied for being gay. That's the only nice thing he's ever done. "Are you coming? Or are you going to stand there like an idiot?" he said. "I'm coming" I said
We walk home in silence until we reach my house. "Later babe" he says as he punches my arm really hard. "Bye" I said back, trying to rub the pain out of my arm. I went into my house, sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV. I start to flip through the channels, but there is nothing good on. I settle on My Little Pony and watch it for a little bit but then I suddenly feel tired. My eyes close as I drift off into blissful sleep........
"I sat on the computer and waited for my dad to come home from work. I waited for several minutes but he never came home. He works right down the street so it shouldn't take him that long to get home. Suddenly I heard several screams coming from outside. They sounded like they were kind of a ways away, but still able to be heard from here. I ran outside, grabbed my bike and raced over to where I thought I heard the screams from. Halfway there I realized that this was the way to my dad's office building. When I got to my destination, the office building, there were people running outside and screaming. There were flames coming out of the side of the building. I saw one of my dad's friends. I ran over to him and asked him what happened. "One of the workers was fed up with the working conditions and brought a gun. He started shooting up the place." he said. "Is my dad ok?" I asked. "I don't know kid." He said. I started to run inside when he caught the back of my shirt. "Don't go in there kid, it's a nuthouse. You'll be shot down in the blink of an eye." He said. "I don't care I have to find my dad!" I screamed as I forced myself from his grip. I faintly heard him yelling at me not to go but I don't care. I have to find my dad. I ran inside, trough flames and smoke, dispirit to find my dad. I ran for what seemed like forever when I found him. He was down on his knees, clutching his bleeding chest. "dad!" I screamed. "Mitchell, this will be the last time you ever get to speak with me face to face. Just remember, God does everything for a reason and that I will be in a better place. And always remember, I.......Love.......You........" those were the last words my dad ever said to me. "No dad, you can't be dead, you just can't be. What am I going to do without you?" I said as I sobbed holding his unconscious body to me. "dad please.......wake up." I said
My buzzing phone woke me from my terrible dream. This is the 3rd one this week. Why do I keep having these dreams? I checked my phone and it was an unknown number. The text read: "Hey Mitchell, this is Dmek." How did he get my number? I thought to myself. Oh well. I texted him back: "Hey Dmek. How's it going?" I waited for a bit and my phoned buzzed again. "pretty good. hey, do you wanna hang out?" "sure" i texted back. I grabbed my phone, ipod, and car keys and headed out the door.
