Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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Zoey tried to say something and a steady, bloody hand touched his cheek. "Tell my parents.. I love them. And I love you." She sighed and blacked out from the pain. It wasn't much longer when the cops pulled up along with a ambulance.
James ran outside holding his arm and waved them down and lead them inside to the blood bath. -
"No, no," Petro said shaking his head. "You're going to tell them yourself, I promise, I s-swear okay? You're going to be fine." Petro took Zoey's bloody hand in his and pulled her closer. He didn't dare look down at the knife wound, he was afraid he'd just loose it then if he were to do that. The cops weren't moving fast enough for him though. He wanted to scream and shout at them to hurry the hell up.
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Medics filled the room and pulled Zoey out of Petro's arms and started to stabilize her while taking her out on a stretcher towards the ambulance. Others started to carry out the bodies and then cops came in after to question Petro and James. James was silent and staring at the bloody walls as shock filled his body and he couldn't get words to form or his thoughts to straighten out.
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dammit, reading this, and watching those animal cruelty cermertials ;-; ))
Petro shook his head. He refused to answer any of those questions. He just wanted to go in the ambulance with Zoey, but they had left long ago to give her the help she needed. Instead he just sat there looking at the blood, doing much of the same thing that James was doing as they tried to crack him open. "The b------s," he muttered. "I'll meet them in hell." -
Zoey ended up waking up in the back of ambulance and started screaming and convulsing as pain ripped through her body and fresh hot tears slid down her face. "Petro!" She screamed as they carried her into the hospital and then she was out once again.
Officers ended up taking both boys into the station to get them cleaned up and call who needed to be called. James wasn't talking, just shaking. His eyes had glazed over as he thought about everything that had happened this night. Three bodies. Possibly four. It scared him and he wasn't dealing with it.
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The nurses and the Response team pulled her onto the bed and they instantly stuck an I.V. into her arm and gave her morphing to help her deal with the pain. They'd have to rush her to the O.R. so they also began to sedate her so they could save her from bleeding to death.
Zoey. He wanted to see Zoey. He wasn't going to talk until he saw that she was okay and safe and back in his arms. Until then, he annoyed the officers by saying over and over "let me see her, let me see her." Jen. Ryan. And then that one kid who's name he didn't even know. It was too much. He couldn't loose Zoey too. -
Once they got her into the O.R. They set to work on fusing blood into her system to get the normal amont of blood back in her system and checked for internal bleeding and found little and then started to stitch everything back up.
James pulled his knees to his chest and looked at a wall the entire time after they had him take a shower and gave him fresh clothing. He gave them his name and that was it before he fell silent once more. Death was heavy in the air and he couldn't get the smell of blood out of nose and he even had some caked under his nails as he looked at them and had to look away. -
"The boy, James. I-I need to talk to him too," Petro stated after the cops made it clear that they weren't going to take him to see Zoey any time soon. "Please. I think it would be better for the both of us..."
Petro couldn't get the image out of his head. No matter what else he thought of, all he saw was her, slowly dying... She might be dead... she might have already bled out at the hospital for all he knew, she could be dead! -
Zoey fought the urge to slip into a comfortable silence and darkness but somehow she knew that if she allowed herself that simple pleasure then she wouldn't wake up again and would destroy Petro and her parents. They had found out who she was and called up her parents who had rushed to get there and where now sitting in the waiting room crying.
The left the boys in a room together with food and water sitting on the table. James looked up at Petro and a single tear slid from the corner of his eyes and splashed down his face. "I can't deal with all this death.." He whispered and rubbed his eyes fiercely as if ashamed of crying in front of the other boy. They had bandaged his arm and he had a solid sized knot on his head from being kicked along with growing bruises. -
Petro had a pretty good size bandage by his temple from being hit in the head with a gun two times over. He wasn't hurt nearly as bad as James or anyone else though. "Hey man, listen," Petro spoke up, trying to be calm for James's sake. "It's going to be okay, alright? We're gonna see Zoey again, and you won't have to deal with Ryan or his group ever again, I swear to God. We'll forget about this one day, we'll just push it to the back of our minds. Sometimes we have to harden the f--- up, but that's okay. We'll get through this, and she's going to be fine." Petro had the sudden urge to hug the boy. He saw James like a younger brother now, and it pained him to see him going through so much trauma.
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James nodded slowly as the older boy spoke to him and his words sunk in. "They are going to send me back to my dad won't they?" He asked quietly and looked at the table. "I'm not eighteen and he's still be legal guardian." Fear washed through his veins at the thought of that and frustration filled his veins right after. "Don't let them take me to him please." He looked at Petro, all these emotions swimming in his big eyes. He had stopped crying but still looked upset and his eyes were puffy and red. Two officers walked in and sat down in front of the boys. The taller of the two, about 6'0 with jet black hair and narrowed blue eyes spoke up. "I'm Officer Franks and we need to collect the order of the events tonight." He said quietly and looked at the boys with softend eyes.
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Petro refused to look at the officers. He wanted to tell James that it was going to be okay, but he wasn't going to do it while those damned officers where in that room. He didn't want to see their expressions because he knew what they would look like; soft and screaming I'm sorry about what happened but he knew that none of them knew what that hell was like. None of them went through the hell that James, Zoey, Jen, and him went through, and he wasn't going to watch them pretend like they knew what it felt like. He decided that keeping quiet was the best for him; he was afraid that he'd just explode at them and then he'd get into deeper trouble then he already ways. How much trouble was he in anyways? He kidnapped a girl. Caused another girl to get taken. Stole a s--- ton of stuff. Caused the girl that he kidnapped to get kidnapped by someone else. Broke into their home. Took the two girls which he had caused to be kidnapped. Caused the death of one of them, possibly of another, and killed a bunch of people on the way. There was no way that would end well.
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Silence filled the room and a sigh escaped Officer Franks lips and be sat down and rubbed his face. "Look, I know you two don't want to talk and I understand a lot went down tonight and if you want us to help you, help that girl in the hospital, then we can get this figured out. You tell us information, we'll tell you information on Zoey." He sat forward and folded his hands on the table.
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This better not be a good cop bad cop situation, Petro thought to himself as he finally looked over at the officer. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "What?" he questioned simply and softly. "You want us to give you all the information just so you can not do anything about it and not throw the right people in jail? That seems to be how all cases like this happen." Petro then turned away from the officer, a look on his face that let them know that he was not happy with the current situation.
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Franks frowned and sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Look, I want to help you kids. I have a daughter her age and I could only imagine what she's going through right now. You want these damn people put away? Then help us." He narrowed his eyes and frowned. "James, Petro. Just help us out."
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