The Good Boy

Chapter 11 - One Heck Of A Party

No, no, no. He couldn't be!

After seeing Hunter beaten to the ground, I was positive he was dead. I leaned in and slowly began to cry in his chest when I realized, he was breathing!

He was actually breathing!

"Hunter! Oh my god!" I exclaimed, looking at his face. I let out a gasp.

Words cannot describe how beaten and terrible he looked.

He was not dead, but he was dying.

Hunter didn't say a word, he just pointed to his thigh. I looked down and noticed the cuts on his jeans, surrounded by redness. Somebody had stabbed him, more than once and incredibly deep. I needed to get help.

"Who did this to you?! We need to get help! Hang on, I'm calling the police." I said, worried. Hunter didn't say a word, he just sat there in agony and pain. He probably wishes he was dead so he didn't have to suffer this torture. I pulled out my cell phone and dialled 911 as fast as I could. A female answered and I spoke quickly but it was understandable. I explained what happened and they were on there way.

Moments later, Hunter was being carried away on a gurney, into the back of an ambulance. I was still crying and mumbling to myself, unable to think clearly. A policeman or detective or something made his way over to me.

"Hello, ma'am. It's okay, calm down. It's a couple cuts to the leg and the rest are bruises, he will be fine." He said, reassuring me. He had this thick Russian accent.

I nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

"We need you to answer some questions, my name is Inspector Vladim. You were the one who called, correct?"

"Yes."

"Why were you at this boy's house, during school hours as well?"

"We had an a tiny argument and I wanted to apologize immediately. I couldn't find him in school and so I came here, searching for him."

"Can you describe what happened?"

"I got to his house and was about to ring the doorbell, but I heard footsteps behind me so I turned around. There was some guy in a huge black hoodie, running away. It was so big you couldn't even see his hands. His hood was on too."

The inspector wrote some stuff down in a notepad and continued asking me questions, each similiar to the previous ones. Eventually he was finished, and then I was escorted back to school. It was a dreadful day and I didn't want to go back, but I had to.

***

I recieved stares as I got out of a police car and headed inside the school, by now it was lunch and I silently made my way to the cafeteria to sit with Blaire. I trudged and dragged my feet as I walked carelessly. I really wasn't in the mood.

In the center of the cafeteria I saw one table that gave me nasty glares. All of them did except one.

Mason.

I gritted my teeth. Mason smiled and I openly flicked him off. If he wanted to smile at anything, it could be my middle finger.

On the other side I see Blaire, gesturing me to come over to her, and on the opposite side is the table with Logan and Blake. They noticed me at once and also gestured me to sit with them. I wanted to, but I promised. I looked at Blaire and gestured to give me one minute as I skipped over to Logan and Blake.

"Hey Hero!" Logan said.

"Sup?" Blake lazily asked.

"Hey guys, I really need to talk to you guys but I promised Blaire I'd sit with her. Can we like, meet up or something after school?" I asked. I needed to tell them about Hunter.