Worst Father Award

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POV~Megan

Police are shouting orders, and suddenly Nick is hoisted off of me. I look around for Henry, and find him laying on the ground, barely breathing. I crawl over to him, and see that his eyes are swollen, and his lips are bleeding along with a cut on his head. I shake my head, my vision blurring with tears. This is all my fault!

I get up and run over to a policeman, gesturing to Henry. He nods and goes over to him. I look out the window and see an ambulance blaring up the road. Some people get out of the ambulance and rush into the subway. They run over to Henry and pick him up, carrying him away and into the ambulance. I rush outside, where there are still a few policemen talking.

"Hey, you!" One of the police shouts at me. I walk over to him.

"Yes?"

"You were at the fight weren't you? What exactly happened?" He asks.

I take a deep breath. "They guy who you just took away? He hit on me. Henry- er, the kid laying on the floor, tried to defend me. Then, things started to get heated."

The policeman nods and takes out a pad and a pen.

Barely glancing up, he asks, "Did Henry throw any punches?"

"N-not that I know of," I lie. I don't know why I defend him, it just slipped out.

The man nods, although I can tell he doesn't believe me. Then, he goes over to another police and talks to him. They keep glancing at me, and it's making me slightly nervous.

"OK, we've decided to let you go. I'm sorry about the inconvenience."

I nod. "Will I be able to come back to this job?"

"You should, you and your friend."

I hate to bother them, but I'm full of questions. "When, exactly?"

The guy sighs. "I'm not exactly sure. Tomorrow perhaps."

I nod and turn towards the direction of my house. My dad dropped me off, but I don't want to call him because that'd only lead to more questions. I jog home, and by the time I arrive it's probably been an hour or so. I quietly open the door and close it behind me.

I move through the kitchen and throw in a pizza. I hear footsteps, and I whip around. Dad is standing there, dropping off his keys and such.

"H-hey dad." He's probably the only thing that gives me jitters any more.

"Hello Megan Cathy." My dad likes to use my full name, although I've never been real fond of it. "How was your first day?"

I gulp. "Fine."

He slams his fist on the counter, making me jump. "Dang it Megan! Then why did I see a bunch of police cars on their way to Subway, huh? Why is THAT?!"

My eyes start to tear up, and I hang my head. "I-I don't know," I whisper.

He groans and throws his brief case to the floor. "That's it, no dinner tonight."

He yanks open the oven door and pulls the pizza out. He rips it in half and throws it in the sink.

"Where's your headphones?" He demands.

I gasp. "No, please! Please dad!"

He yells in annoyance and walks up the stairs to my room. I quickly follow. He yanks my headphones from my desk, and in one move snaps them in half. I gasp and bring my hands to my mouth, shaking my head. He marches out of my room and slams the door behind him. I throw myself onto my bed, bawling with chokes and sobs. I cry; cry for Henry and dad and everything else in my life. All of my emotions pour out of me at once, and I almost choke on my own throat.

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POV~Henry

I slowly open my eyes, instantly smelling what can only be hospital. When my eyes are fully open, I move my head around to look at the room. I see my older sister, biting her nails and checking her phone.

"Anna?" I mumble.

She lets out a breath and slowly walks over to me.

"Hey, how you feelin?"

I smile, but instantly wince. Moving my hands to my face, I swallow and breathe in and out.

"My face aches a little, but other than that good."

She nods and ruffles my hair. "Mom and dad are downstairs getting a snack, they'll be back soon."

"How long do I have to stay here?" I groan.

She laughs. "Hopefully not passed 8:00."

"Wait. What time is it?" I ask.

She glances at her watch. "About 5:00, why?"

I gasp, remembering Megan and that dude at Subway. I can only pray that Megan made it home OK.

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