The Delinquent's Haven

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven 

 

          "You did it, you fucking bastard!"  Jackson yelled.  It was clear to Haven and Darin that he wasn't going to back off, even if Matthew didn't do it.  He was still yelling in his face, just inches from him, spitting on him with each word, "Admit it, little mother fuck!  Admit to what you fucking did; you slashed my tires, ass wipe!" 

          "What the fuck, dude?"  Matthew said, backing away slightly.  Jackson was fuming and Matthew didn't know what he was going to do to get away from him.  He looked at Haven for help, but it was obvious she couldn't do anything, nor would she do anything.  This beef wasn't a part of the territory she was going to step in.

          "No, I didn't, Jackson," Matthew said, adamant that he had nothing to do with the tire slashing.  He was trying to figure out a way that he could somehow prove it but he was coming up with nothing and no one was moving to help him. 

          "Yes, you did!"  He yelled again before tackling Matthew to the ground.  Darin jumped on top of him and pulled Matthew out from under the ravishing Jackson.  He pushed Matthew over by Haven, who grabbed his arms and thrust him behind her small body.  

          "Darin, get out of my way," Jackson snapped as he stood.  Matthew grabbed Haven and left out the back door.  Glass shattering and a couple grunts sounded as Haven fought back, not willing to leave Darin in the house with him alone.  

          "Haven, come on," Matthew demanded as he threw her inside of the garage.  

          Everything was quiet and still as the boys wrestled around in the house.  All Haven could hear were dishes and other miscellaneous items clattering to the ground before someone yelled out in pain.  Without thinking, Haven pushed past Matthew and rushed back over to the house.  Once she reached the door, she swung it open to see Darin laying on the floor. 

          Blood was pouring out of his hand and Haven was over to him in a matter of seconds.  She tore off one of her shirts and pressed it to his palm, trying to stop the bleeding.  He winced slightly as she wrapped it around his hand and grabbed his cell phone from his pocket. 

          "Whoa, hey," he said, joking around with her and releasing a small chuckle.  At this point in time, she was more desperate to contact someone that would tell her what to do verses reaching into his pockets for something. 

          "That was awfully close to my junk, Haven.  You're trying to get a little frisky, I see," he winked at her and she rolled her eyes and playfully swatted his chest. 

          "Of course, you would be one to make jokes," she snapped and went through his contacts until she came upon Charlie's name and number.  Tapping on it twice, she put the phone to her ear and tucked a few strands of hair behind the other. 

          "What's up, kid?"  His voice echoed from the other end.  He sounded stressed and frustrated and Haven immediately felt bad but knew that he wouldn't hold it against her as he spoke, "This better be good, I'm in a meeting." 

          "Umm, I'm sorry to bother you," she said quickly as she rambled.  "Jackson came home all pissed off because someone slashed his tires at lunch and he blamed me.  I told him I had no reason to do it and that I was with Darin all day and then he flipped out, saying it was Matthew when he came home."

          "Haven," Charlie tried to interrupt her rambling, but to no prevail.

          "After that, Darin got in his way to prevent a fight and me and Matthew left the house and hid in the garage.  Then Jackson flipped out and beat up Darin and h-his hand is cut and it's p-pouring blood and I-I don't know what to do!"  She worried like a mother out loud, frantic with how to stop the bleeding so Darin didn't have to go to the hospital.