You're Not Alone Chapter 12

“Tommy.” I heard Jake say.

“Yeah?” I said, turning around to look at him.

Suddenly, he slapped me, right on my scrape from the knife.

“What the f**k?!” I screamed.

“I did not mean to do that, Tommy!” He screamed, taking back his hand.

“Yeah right!” I screamed, grabbing my crutches and hopping out the door.

“Wait! Tommy!” I heard Jake scream. I ignored him and kept hopping.

Damn I wish my ankle wasn’t broken! I looked behind me, and Jake was running after me. I saw an alley and hopped into it, hiding. I watched Jake run past, and I hopped down the alley to the other side. On the other side, there was a park. I hopped over, and sat on a bench, crying.

“Tommy? Are you alright?” I heard.

I looked up, and Cass was standing there in front of me.

“Yeah.” I said, wiping the tears.

He sat down next to me, and pulled me over so I was leaning against him.

“Come on, Tommy. You can cry if you want. What happened?” He said, hugging me.

“Jake slapped me. Right on my cheek.” I said, showing him the scrape.

“Aww. Sorry, Tommy. I shouldn’t have left.” He said, wiping the blood away.

“No, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re here now, though.” I said, laying back on him, as he hugged me again.

“What the f**k is happening here?” I heard. It was Jake.

“Jake!” I screamed, sitting up.

I was about to say something when Cass grabbed me and hugged me again.

Jake walked up and punched Cass in the face.

“Jake! What the f**k are you doing?!” I screamed at him.

Cass stood up and punched Jake. This happened for a while, until Cass fell on the ground, unconscious.

“Jake! What did you do that for?!” I screamed.

“It was his own damn fault for taking something that wasn’t his.” He said, huffing and puffing.

“That wasn’t his? Am I some toy now? And I never was yours! We’re only friends!” I screamed, kneeling next to Cass.

“Cass? Can you hear me?” I said.

I heard a moan, and then nothing.

“Damn you, Jake. Damn and f**k you.” I said, taking out my phone to call the ambulance.

The ambulance came, and we went to the hospital.

“Thomas Drew Lapacek?” I heard the doctor say.

What? Are we in school again and the principal is calling me over the intercom again? People need to stop using my name.

“Yes?” I said, extremely pissed off.

“Cass wants to see you.” He said.

“Thanks.” I said, walking to the room.

“We should stop talking, Tommy.” He said.