Jesse's Story - Finale
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Guys....Good luck reading it. And when your done comment and tell me your thoughts on writing a bit of the story In one of the Characters POV's.
1.Sam
2.Taylor
3.Shay
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Sam's arm was draped over my shoulder, and mine around his waist. We walked down the stairs from the hospital, over to his car. We hopped in, and we drove to my house.
Over the past few weeks I seen Taylor, she was admitted into the hospital, barley alive. The nurses said she had a brain injury along with several broken limbs.
I wasn't allowed to see her; they said it was best for me to see her when she recovered more. Shay and I spent every day together playing Yatzee and cards, passing time anyway we could. I encouraged Sam to go to school so he could see the talent scout, about his basketball skills.
He came and visited every day after school.
"Are you feeling any better?" Sam asked as we approached my house.
It wasn't until after Sam took my hand, I realized I was shaking.
"Mhm" I mumbled, as he parked in the drive way.
I took a deep breath and got out of the car.
Sam walked around the front to meet me on the passenger's side.
"Ready?" He asked.
I glared at him and walked up to the door.
What I saw next left me speechless.
The house was empty, no furniture, no T.V no floor. No Nothing.
"Sam, I don't have a god feeling about this..." I whispered.
I walked up the stairs slowly until I reached my room. Nothing.
"What the..."
I jogged back down the stairs to where Sam was sitting.
"What happened?" I asked.
He was staring at a mirror that was left propped up against the wall.
He shook his head, eyebrows knitted together.
"Welcome home, Jesse" Troy's voice pinched every nerve in my body.
Sam was quick; he pushed me behind him standing protectively in front of me.
Troy's hands were in fists at his side; they were cut and covered with blood. On his left side he still had the handcuffs dangling from his wrist.
I wasn't thinking, I sprinted from the Protection of Sam up the stairs, but Troy was fast, he caught the back of my jacket and yanked me down the stairs, I flew. I landed at the bottom screaming in pain, my shoulder cracked I could feel the break, I could hear it. Sam tackled Troy to the ground, but Troy quickly got free, jumping up and leaning over Sam.
Sam was a muscular guy, but compared to Troy he was just a normal sized kid.
"Leave. Now" The venom in Troy's voice sliced through my skin. I crawled to the door and opened it, just before I was going to scream for help Troy grabbed onto my leg and pulled me back towards the Kitchen, I know what he was thinking. I yanked my leg free and kicked him the stomach. Crawling with one arm is not that easy, I made my way to the stairs and pulled out my phone my fingers hit 9-1-1 but I couldn't speak, my teeth were clenched shut to keep from screaming. Sam grabbed the phone out of my hand and scooped me up so I was cradled against his chest. I hate being abused; it's not the life you want. Trust me.
"Jesse, you little brat!" Troy yelled from the kitchen.
Sam sprinted outside to the car, didn't even bother putting me in the passenger's seat, he hoped in the driver's side and started the car. He finally spoke into the phone; I didn't pay attention to what he was saying.
Troy came out of the house laughing with a gun in his hand. Sam put the car in gear and tried to drive away, but the car wouldn't move. "He popped my tires!" Sam hissed. Thank god the cops pulled in behind us. Finish it. The voice popped into my head once again. I struggled out of Sam's arms and got out of the car.
"Drop the gun, Mr. Dawn" A male cop said pointing a gun at Troy. "No way, this kid has screwed up my life, and I can't take it anymore!" He exclaimed. He pointed the gun at me, glaring with his teeth clenched.
"It's your fault that your mother has gone!" He cried.
Sam's arm was around my waist pulling me away.
I struggled against his grip; I got free and stepped closer to Troy.
"Jesse what do you think you're doing!?" Sam called reaching for me again, I shrugged away.
"No Troy. You're the reason she left. She hated you. You were rude and abusive. She didn't love you. She left the moment she could. She tried to take us with her, but you refused to let her. You just wanted to keep us to have a little reminder of her. Its. All. You're. Fault." I said with as much hate and venom as I could.
"Jesse, don't encourage him!" Sam hissed, reached for my arm pulling me away.
"Mr. Dawn, please put down the gun" The cop said calmly. I was shaking so hard my shoulder felt like it was cracking even more. Troy held the gun shakily, I didn't expect him to drop it, I knew he was going to shoot me with or without the cops here, he didn't care, as long as I was dead he would be happy.
"No!" Troy shouted, and pulled the trigger. I didn't even notice the bullet lodge into my chest; all I felt was a little rock hit me. Cops tackled Troy and cuffed him, while Sam cried at me to hold on, my eyes were getting droopy and it was getting hard to breathe, two cops ran to me side but lost balance and slid on what looked like blood. I looked down at my chest and gasped, there was a whole right in the middle of my chest with blood soaking my shirt everywhere, I started to smell it. And taste it. I started choking which was making it even harder to breathe, I laid flat on my back, and let the darkness take over. There was no point in fighting it.
Even though I thought I was dead I could still here the Ambulance sirens, and Sam talking to me, trying to keep me awake. But after a few minutes it all stopped. Complete Silence.
You know that voice inside your head that tells you right from wrong? Remember to always listen to that voice, because one day it could save your life. But then again I never did listen to that voice. Now look where it's gotten me.
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Stay Tuned for another "Teenage Drama" Story:
Jaylin's Story.
1.Sam
2.Taylor
3.Shay
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Sam's arm was draped over my shoulder, and mine around his waist. We walked down the stairs from the hospital, over to his car. We hopped in, and we drove to my house.
Over the past few weeks I seen Taylor, she was admitted into the hospital, barley alive. The nurses said she had a brain injury along with several broken limbs.
I wasn't allowed to see her; they said it was best for me to see her when she recovered more. Shay and I spent every day together playing Yatzee and cards, passing time anyway we could. I encouraged Sam to go to school so he could see the talent scout, about his basketball skills.
He came and visited every day after school.
"Are you feeling any better?" Sam asked as we approached my house.
It wasn't until after Sam took my hand, I realized I was shaking.
"Mhm" I mumbled, as he parked in the drive way.
I took a deep breath and got out of the car.
Sam walked around the front to meet me on the passenger's side.
"Ready?" He asked.
I glared at him and walked up to the door.
What I saw next left me speechless.
The house was empty, no furniture, no T.V no floor. No Nothing.
"Sam, I don't have a god feeling about this..." I whispered.
I walked up the stairs slowly until I reached my room. Nothing.
"What the..."
I jogged back down the stairs to where Sam was sitting.
"What happened?" I asked.
He was staring at a mirror that was left propped up against the wall.
He shook his head, eyebrows knitted together.
"Welcome home, Jesse" Troy's voice pinched every nerve in my body.
Sam was quick; he pushed me behind him standing protectively in front of me.
Troy's hands were in fists at his side; they were cut and covered with blood. On his left side he still had the handcuffs dangling from his wrist.
I wasn't thinking, I sprinted from the Protection of Sam up the stairs, but Troy was fast, he caught the back of my jacket and yanked me down the stairs, I flew. I landed at the bottom screaming in pain, my shoulder cracked I could feel the break, I could hear it. Sam tackled Troy to the ground, but Troy quickly got free, jumping up and leaning over Sam.
Sam was a muscular guy, but compared to Troy he was just a normal sized kid.
"Leave. Now" The venom in Troy's voice sliced through my skin. I crawled to the door and opened it, just before I was going to scream for help Troy grabbed onto my leg and pulled me back towards the Kitchen, I know what he was thinking. I yanked my leg free and kicked him the stomach. Crawling with one arm is not that easy, I made my way to the stairs and pulled out my phone my fingers hit 9-1-1 but I couldn't speak, my teeth were clenched shut to keep from screaming. Sam grabbed the phone out of my hand and scooped me up so I was cradled against his chest. I hate being abused; it's not the life you want. Trust me.
"Jesse, you little brat!" Troy yelled from the kitchen.
Sam sprinted outside to the car, didn't even bother putting me in the passenger's seat, he hoped in the driver's side and started the car. He finally spoke into the phone; I didn't pay attention to what he was saying.
Troy came out of the house laughing with a gun in his hand. Sam put the car in gear and tried to drive away, but the car wouldn't move. "He popped my tires!" Sam hissed. Thank god the cops pulled in behind us. Finish it. The voice popped into my head once again. I struggled out of Sam's arms and got out of the car.
"Drop the gun, Mr. Dawn" A male cop said pointing a gun at Troy. "No way, this kid has screwed up my life, and I can't take it anymore!" He exclaimed. He pointed the gun at me, glaring with his teeth clenched.
"It's your fault that your mother has gone!" He cried.
Sam's arm was around my waist pulling me away.
I struggled against his grip; I got free and stepped closer to Troy.
"Jesse what do you think you're doing!?" Sam called reaching for me again, I shrugged away.
"No Troy. You're the reason she left. She hated you. You were rude and abusive. She didn't love you. She left the moment she could. She tried to take us with her, but you refused to let her. You just wanted to keep us to have a little reminder of her. Its. All. You're. Fault." I said with as much hate and venom as I could.
"Jesse, don't encourage him!" Sam hissed, reached for my arm pulling me away.
"Mr. Dawn, please put down the gun" The cop said calmly. I was shaking so hard my shoulder felt like it was cracking even more. Troy held the gun shakily, I didn't expect him to drop it, I knew he was going to shoot me with or without the cops here, he didn't care, as long as I was dead he would be happy.
"No!" Troy shouted, and pulled the trigger. I didn't even notice the bullet lodge into my chest; all I felt was a little rock hit me. Cops tackled Troy and cuffed him, while Sam cried at me to hold on, my eyes were getting droopy and it was getting hard to breathe, two cops ran to me side but lost balance and slid on what looked like blood. I looked down at my chest and gasped, there was a whole right in the middle of my chest with blood soaking my shirt everywhere, I started to smell it. And taste it. I started choking which was making it even harder to breathe, I laid flat on my back, and let the darkness take over. There was no point in fighting it.
Even though I thought I was dead I could still here the Ambulance sirens, and Sam talking to me, trying to keep me awake. But after a few minutes it all stopped. Complete Silence.
You know that voice inside your head that tells you right from wrong? Remember to always listen to that voice, because one day it could save your life. But then again I never did listen to that voice. Now look where it's gotten me.
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Stay Tuned for another "Teenage Drama" Story:
Jaylin's Story.
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