The Fanboy.

Chapter 6

"Are you sure you'll be okay? You don't need me to come?" Jason asked, concern layered in his eyes.
"I'll be in and out, back here before you know I was gone. I'll be fine and if I'm not I promise to call."
"Okay, okay fine. But-"
"No more buts Jason." I said with a laugh. "I'm going now,"
"Okay, stay safe." Jason yelled as I walked out the door and onto the street. If you're not sure what's going on, let me fill you in. It was Saturday, and I was going to my house to get my stuff, like clothes and such. I'd been staying at Jason's house for about 2 weeks now, and I think it's about time to get my own clothes and my own stuff. So I was going back to my house to grab my things and then coming back to Jason's place. Oh right, Jason is being like weirdly over-protective but that's just because apparently Drew has been waiting around my house since he doesn't know where I am so he can't pick on me and I think he is really psychotic because he has been really angry that he can't pick on me on the weekends. So Jason is basically afraid that Drew will ambush me when I'm at my house. I mean, I'm sure he will, but Jason doesn't need to worry, I can handle Drew. I sigh as I approach my house and I go in. My uncle is sleeping on the couch, drunk as usual, but I don't see Drew. I walk upstairs and into my room and then I open the closet I used to hide from my uncle in when I was little. I sigh again remembering those awful nights. I shove practically all of my clothes and a few of my possessions into the trash bag I got, and walk out of the house, only to run straight into Drew. When I try to get away he pulls me up to his chest, chuckling and playing with my hair. I struggle against him and he whispers "darling, I've missed you." I don't get to process that for long because right then Jason jumps out of a tree and tackles Drew, telling me to run. I start to sprint away but a member of drew's "pack" catches me. I kick his leg in and keep running until I make it back to Jason's house. I sit on the front porch, breathing heavily and straining my eyes to try to see Jason. I see him coming up the block, with scrapes all over his face and a gash on his arm bleeding. I put my head in my hands and mutter "what have I done?"