Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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Petro shook his head a little as the tears threatened to spill over for some reason. He looked over at James. What did he have to say? Was he okay? Was he going to talk too? The kid was young, not even eighteen yet. Well hell, so was Petro, but James was different. He saw so much death at such a young age, it wasn't right. None of that was right and none of that was fair. "We have to help her," he said quietly to him. "Please... I can't do this by myself."
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James swallowed and suddenly spoke up. "I was with the group that attacked the girls." He said quickly as it all rushed out of his body. "I ran from my father because he hit me and was drunk and burned me.. I didn't go to the cops because I was scared so I went to Ryan's group, one day they brought back a girl to the house and left her in the basement. Jen. I should have saved her but I didn't want to die and I didn't know what to do. They got drunk and some even did a few drugs and we went to Petro's house." Tears started to stream down his face and he continued as it all flowed from him. "They beat Petro up and left him for dead while kidnapping Zoey. I should have saved her.. Gave up my own life. I'm such a p---- .." He moaned and buried his face into his hands. "I snuck out and picked up Petro and showed him back to the house. Then we got the girls and went back to Zoey's house." He suddenly went quiet as he remembered the blood and brain splatter hitting the wall and so much blood..
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Quickly, Petro looked away. He had to look away. He would burst out screaming if he looked at the poor boy any longer. "It was... it was safe for a while," Petro went on for James. "We took care of Jen, everything seemed fine." A laugh escaped Petro's though. Not a happy laugh like he enjoyed it, but a laugh that let everyone in the room know just how pissed off he was. "Yeah, it was safe until they came. Never heard them coming. The b------s took Jen, and that's what woke us up. They started dragging her down the stairs and I got hit in the head with a gun as Zoey was being taken out of my arms." Petro stopped for a second as he closed his eyes. The images were still burned there, all of them. It would be a while before he was able to burn them out. He looked back over at the officers and looked them dead in the eye. "They shot Jen. Right in the head. The blood went everywhere. I then shot Ryan as he threatened to shoot Zoey and James held one of the other boys down. You can guess what happened next. That b------ cut James's arm to get away from him and threw the knife at Zoey. I killed the boy with my knife and rushed over to Zoey." Again Petro stopped and then he looked away from the officers. It was as if all that hatred was drained out of him again. "Now we're here."
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Officer Franks sat back as he watched the two boys go through the night events. So young and yet they both have seen so much pain and lose. "Thank you.. James we won't call your father.. We can send a patrol out to Ryan's house if you can just give us the directions for the house." He said quietly and sat forward once more.
James locked up again and hugged his knees to his chest and started to run his thumb over his bottom lip slowly. His mother had did this for him when he couldn't slepe and would crawl into bed with her. Frustration and pain and sadness filled him and he continued to do so. -
Petro mumbled the address and the main area that the gang's house could be found in. He gave them the warning that boys might be there to shoot them since not all of them were at Zoey's house and then he looked back over at James. "You did good," he whispered to him, pretending as if the cops weren't even there. It was just him and his new-found brother now. He didn't care about the cops, the only things on his mind was James's mental state and Zoey's well being.
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The cops rose up and walked out of the house to get a squad together and head for the house. James stopped his tears and looked at Petro with a small sigh. "I'm ready to go to sleep.. I would say home but I don't have one." He blinked a few times and looked at the wall.
Zoey woke up with a gasp and tried to move but pain shot through her body and she whimpered. A cool hand took hers and shushed her. "Baby girl I'm here.." A soft voice whispered and she opened her eyes to look at her mother. She had blonde hair but the same face as Zoey but green eyes. "Mom.." She said in a broken smile and sighed. -
"Don't you remember what I promised you?" Petro asked softly when James said that. "You have a home. You're staying with me now, remember? You're like my little brother, I'm not going to leave you hanging." A small smile crossed Petro's face, but he couldn't help but think of Zoey again. The left. They had left without telling him what happened to Zoey! He looked over towards the door that the officers left and he stared holes through it. He was going to demand answers about what happened to Zoey as ssoon as they came back in.
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James nodded slowly and smiled slightly as the tears dried up and he could breath again. He felt altitude bit better and now he had found a home and a brother.. How odd for two most broken people to become the best of friends.
Zoey nuzzled her mothers hand and closed her eyes. "I'm so tired." She groaned and looked at her mom with large blue eyes full of tears. "Jen.." Her mom nodded slowly. "I know baby." She whispered and tried to calm her down slowly.
The officera walked back in with a phone pressed to his ear. "Zoey is fine. They stitched her up and she woke up a few moments ago." -
Petro managed to smile back at James but then the officer walked back into the room and he snapped his head over to look at him. A sigh of relief escaped him when he heard that Zoey had woken up and he looked over at James again and smiled even bigger. "When can we see her?" he next questioned while looking back over at the officer.
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The officer talked into the phone and then hung up. "Tomorrow you can. You can stay here over night and then we will take you both early in the morning." James smiled slightly and nodded slowly. "I'm glad she feels so much better." He said quietly and rubbed his arms.
Fresh tears slipped down her face and she turned her face into the scratchy pillow. "I'm going to sleep." She said quietly and her mom kissed her head before standing and walking out. She just wanted to see Petro and James.. Even Jen. -
A laugh escaped Petro's throat and he nodded in agreement with James. "Yeah, me too. It's really late too... we should get some sleep," Petro said while looking over at the two beds on the other side of the room. Of course his happiness didn't last long as the thought of Jen's blood splattering on the wall came into his mind. He forced his smile not to falter as he stood up and slowly walked towards one of the beds.
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James stood up and walked over to his little cot and laid down. He started to hum softly and closed his eyes as the song slipped from his lips. "Offer me that deathless death.. Good God let me give you my life." He turned and faced the wall and got lost in the moment.
Zoey laid awake for a good amount of the night just looking at the wall. "I got to tell them I love them." She said to herself and smiled sadly. "I hope the boys are okay.." She suddenly just wanted to sing to Petro, to touch his hand, anything with him made her happy. She just wanted to be in his presence and enjoy his hidden smiles just for her. -
Petro stayed quiet for a moment and listened to James sing. He likes the lyrics and the sound of the kids voice. It seemed to Lull him to sleep a bit and he soon felt his eyes becoming really heavy.
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James started to run his thumb over his bottom lip as he sang and suddenly he passed out and the words died on his lips and he curled up into a tight ball against the wall.
Zoey closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall into a broken sleep and she shifted through the night almost opening up her stitches a few times. -
Petro didn't sleep very well that night. He tossed and turned and he had nightmares fill his dreams. Most of them were of Zoey bleeding out right in his arms and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. He almost woke up screaming so many times that night, but he didn't. Somehow he stopped himself. Soon enough the lights turned on and it was morning.
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