I called Chase around 3 30 AM. No answer. i tried Dallas and he didn't pick up either. My hands trembled as i held the gun in my hand, huddled up in a corner in my room. The gun was cold like my blood. I heard a few more bangs down stairs once again, and with every bang i jumped, almost setting off the gun each time. I dialed another number that i knew would pick up at such an untimely hour. it rang 4 long times. "Shyler.." i said quietly into the phone, trying to keep my voice down. "theres people in my house." "wait what? theres people? who? wheres your brother? wheres your sister?" the questions kept pouring out of his mouth, i shushed him. "listen. I think there searching my house. theres about six or seven people down stairs i think. i need you to get over here." "give me 5 minutes. now just go hide under your bed." he said then hung up. I crawled toward my bed and wedged myself under neath it slowly, cautiously. I layed there for 5 minutes, Shyler still didn't show up. I heard heavy footsteps coming up my stairs. I controlled my respiration and breathed in and out only threw my nose. It was dead quiet after the mysterious men made it up my stairs, They could probably hear my heart pulsating a mile a minute. I heard there foot steps moving toward brooks room. I let out a sigh, recalling she that she had left for a party a little while ago. My heart began to plummet. they stepped back out into the hall way and were nearing toward the last door, mine. i held my breath and stayed alert. I squeezed the gun making sure i had a firm grasp. From the view underneath my bed, i saw about 8 pairs of legs. they had suede shoes on. "must be socs, figures.." i thought to myself. I had half a mind to just shoot them in there legs from under the bed. but there was to many of them for me to take alone. they scurried around my room, whispering, like little mice. they looked threw drawers and touched my stuff.I hate it when people touch my things, but the fact that they were socs? i would be bleaching my shit for a week, but that was the least of my worries..
"okay i got a couple hundred worth of shit right here.are we about ready to hit the next stop, boys?" the one said, satisfied with his findings. "yea" one said. "this one had some nice stuff for a greaser, check out this gold locket i found" i wanted to come out from under that bed and choke him. my grandma had given me that necklace, besides,the socs are rich, with money like that, whats the point in taking what little we have? I guess they just thought it was a fun game. "alright lets hit the road" one said. they all started towards the door, except for one, who just to my luck, dropped his lighter next to the bed. I closed my eyes and sighed, i was hoping he was blind. "well well well. look what we have here boys" he said smirking, with gratification in his voice. "the best find yet" he grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out from my hiding spot. i stood there in my pajamas and a glock in my hand. "aw dawnie you didn't plan on shooting us with that, did you darling?" Randy Adderson said "what the fuck are you doing in my house adderson. Disregarding my question, he snatched the gun from my tight grasp. he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his chest. "how ya doin sweet heart?" he said still gripping my wrist. His friends just stood back smirking and snickering. I had a dirty look on my face but that's about all i could do for myself, i was drastically out numbered. His breath held the strong thick smell of vodka, it went up my nostrils and nauseated me. "not ganna answer me? aw is someone still mad?" he smiled an evil one. he slowly moved his hands down my sides and onto my hips where he held a tight hard grip. "your drunk..go home" i whispered with disgust. i tried to stay still because i knew it would result badly if i fought back, but i lost my composure and tried to push him off me, he tightened his grip and i yelped. "mmm, i miss this body.." he pulled me close to him and kissed on my neck i pushed him off and punched him in the lip. He turned around and his mouth was bleeding. he smiled, the blood ran down his chin. I shook with anger and apprehension. He nodded at his friends and they grabbed me and held my arms behind my back. "you better cooperate young lady, we wouldn't want to hurt you" he said laughing. randy then grabbed me by my hair and pushed me on the bed. "would you boys mind? me and dawn here have some unfinished business." randy said trying to keep my body on the bed as i squirmed. "bastard.." i muttered under my breath. His friends left. "You are a lieng pig and you will never get away with this" i was lying to myself. He could get away with it. no one was there to stop him. He just smiled and forcefully removed my pants and tore my shirt. I punched him again, but instead he just punched me back this time. I tried to push him off but he just got right back on top of me and pushed me back down, holding my arms pushed to the bed. he began to kiss my neck ".....so your going to rape me and try to make it romantic?..." my voice quivered, i was so disgusted. "baby this isn't rape, you wanted this the whole time.." he slurred his words. "Stop! just stop talking! shut your fucking mouth!" i screamed, i began yelling more and more. The things he was saying hurt a lot worse then the things he was doing. My body grew tired and worn out, so i for fitted and began to drift off...this is a dream, i thought.. a horrible, vulgar, and distasteful dream..
I heard foot steps running up the stairs as randy was beginning to remove his pants. "randy! randy!" his friends banged on the door "what?" he said annoyed. They barged in "some greasers just pulled up we got to get out of here." I pushed randy off me and i grabbed the gun from the floor and pointed it at them "don't you dare make a movement or ill blow ur fucking heads off, got it dirt bags?." i said breathing hard from struggling for so long. they didn't move. they all had looks of defeat and were apoplectic with rage that i had the upper hand. I smirked at the bastards. without knocking, Shyler, Bryon, and kyle burst into the room and without any hesitation shyler threw randy up against the wall. "are you fucking crazy?! are you fucking stupid?!" he screamed with a gun to Randy's head. "I should blow your brains out right fucking now you piece of shit!" Kyle and Bryon wailed on the other boys and had a full out brawl in my bedroom, breaking things, knocking things over. The boys ran out quickly and left randy behind with shyler holding the gun to his head. "shy come on man, take it easy" kyle said. Shyler was breathing hard and his jaw was pulsating. He pistol whipped randy and he fell on the floor next to my bed. shyler kept hitting randy in the head with the pistol, randy was half conscious and blood was pouring from the gashes his head. Kyle and Bryon tried to pull shy off of him but he continued to hit him with his gun. He was half dead at that point. He cocked the gun. he shook with anger and he had his finger on the trigger. "come on dude, this mother fucker isn't worth jail time" Bryon said trying to loosin him up enough for him to give him the gun. I stared at shy, he could be so scary sometimes..
"shy come on dude, put the gun down.." i walked over to him. i slowly wrapped my hands around the gun and removed it from his hand. his expression didn't change, it was like he didn't notice i took it from him. He stared at randy. randy was moaning in pain. Shy got up, turned around, and punched the wall. it left a hole. "dammit.." he said quietly. He then sat calmly on the bed. Bryon was the first to break the silence. "so what are we ganna do with this kid?" Everyone was to worn out to answer. Kyle stared at his bloody swollen knuckles. "lets bring him to the park and call the ambulance after we leave." "look at you brain storming." i said with a smirk, trying to lighten up the mood, but everyone stayed motionless.
We put randy in the trunk of Shylers car quickly and began to drive to the park. "Damn." kyle said. Everyone looked at him hoping he would say something to break the silence. "I'm hungry." We all let out small indifferent laughs.
We got to the park and Shy opened up the trunk. "come one, sleeping beauty." The boys picked him up and dropped him by the fountain in the park. "Shy you gotta come over and scrub my bloody carpets tomorrow, buddy." i said. "fair enough, smart ass." he said with a smirk. Shy dropped kyle and Bryon off at there houses. I decided i was going to sleep at Bre's house for the night. We got to the front of her house. I wanted to tell shy thank you, even though he went a little over board, but instead he beat me to it. "Sorry we took so long, we came across the taylor kids before we left and they were starting problems." I just smiled. "wow two fights in one night, busy man." Ill be over tomorrow with a rug cleaner, butt head" and with that he sped away down the street. His night probably just begun, Shy never sleeps.
