Jesses's Story - Part Three

Kay, the whole point of this story is to show that there's older kids. Teenagers, who are getting abused and are scared. Not just the little ones. I know its cruel and its sad to read, but again I'm just trying to prove a point.
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"Jesse you have to run away"
"No I can't leave, Taylor"
"She's already leaving..."
My mind was officially screwing with me.
I opened my eyes to see Taylor being dragged down the hallway by her hair.
"Stop!" She screamed, thrashing her arms around.
My body was numb, I couldn't feel anything.
I was screaming, but nobody heard me.
I looked around the room from the floor; there were scratches on the wall, along with blood here and there.
"Taylor" I managed but I could barely hear my own voice.
She was screaming still, Troy was making his way down the stairs; just in time to catch the door.
Faintly I heard Troy's voice talking calmly to a lady.
"Mrs. Trevor" I whispered.
I dragged myself to the door of my room. I could just see our neighbor looking around the house.
"Mrs. Trevor, I assure you everything is ok - I've got it completely under control" Troy said, closing the door inch by inch as they talked.
"Mrs. Trevor" I said a little louder.

I seen Troy glance my way for a brief second then look back to Mrs. Trevor.
"I was certain I heard screaming coming from here" She said looking around. I dragged myself a little further...
Mrs. Trevor gasped as she saw me, "Jesse, Darling!" She cried.
In one swift motion Troy grabbed the old lady dragging her through the house.
"Troy stop!" I yelled, Tears streamed my face stinging my scratched, bruised cheeks.
Mrs. Trevor was calling "Help, Help!" as she was abused by Troy.
Nobody would come running, Troy knew that.
We've been living here for 10 years; we were considered the family that everyone 'looked up too.'

It was perfect until my mom left. Then it turned into hell.
I heard Mrs. Trevor's screams cut off abruptly, Troy's work boots echoed through the kitchen; ending at the foot of the stairs where he looked at me. My first instinct was to stay put and let him get it done and over with, thank god I re-thought that. Second instinct; Run.

I jumped onto my feet and ran into Taylor's room locking the door behind me; using Taylor's dressers, I barricaded the door.
Troy's boots thumped down the hallway his fist smashed against the door.
I spun around and saw Taylor sobbing on her bed.
"Taylor we gotta go, we have to run!" I whispered shaking her shoulder gently.
She shook her head, "No, I have to stay we both can't get away"
I frowned, more tears flowing, stinging.
"Yes, yes we can!" I whispered harshly.
I pulled on her arm getting her to sit up; I pushed the matted hair out of her face and forced her to look at me.
"Taylor, stop acting stupid. We have to go"
She shook her head again and stood up and pushed me to the window.
"Taylor stop, you're coming with me"
Before I knew it I was standing on the roof and Taylor had the window closed with her back facing me.

Sleep that night was horrible; I saw the old house me and Taylor used to play in when we were little at the end of our dead road. It was only two kilometers away from my house, and Taylor.
I expected Troy to leave for work like he always did, but the car never left the drive-way.

I never heard yelling or screaming, so that was a good sign. Throughout the couple of days I was actually able to feel my body; my ribs still hurt, if anything I broke a few more.

I found an old cracked mirror in the bathroom and looked at myself. My face was swollen one eye was puffy and black, the other red and watery. My shoulder was black and yellow; my ribs were completely black and swollen. Scratches and cuts covered the surface of my un-bruised skin, and one long cut started at the top of my neck all the way down my side; ending at my hip. I didn't even remember getting it, I didn't remember anything.

Then it hit me, literally.
"Psst! Jesse!"
I rubbed the back of my head where a tennis ball hit me. I looked out the window and stared, I was totally seeing things.
"Sam?"
Sam and Shay were standing outside the window dressed in all black.
Shay's idea I'm guessing...
"What are you guys doing here? How did you find me?" I asked in a big rush.
"Taylor" Shay said holding up her phone.
Of course Taylor new where I'd be, I didn't even know what to say I was in shock.
"Jesse, are you okay?" Sam asked, putting his hand on my back.
I shook my head, "No!" I sobbed falling into his arms.
"It's ok" He soothed rubbing my back gently.

"We have to take you to the hospital" Shay said standing beside me her eyes filling up with tears, "I'm sorry I didn't do something before, Jess, I really am sorry" Shay sobbed.

"It's fine, shay. I didn't expect you to call S.W.A.T or anything" I said, I little sarcasm in my voice.
Shay laughed, "I know you didn't"
Sam walked me over to his car and I laid in the back while Shay hopped in the front.
I must have blacked out on the way because when I woke up there were about three doctors surrounding me.
"We need an IV, quick!" One doc. Shouted.
Nurses scattered everywhere, as I was wheeled into a white room.
One of the Nurses stuck a needle into my arm and I squirmed away, needles weren't really my forte.
"It's ok, dear" The nurse said, trying to poke my arm.
"No" I said as I pulled away again.
"Hold her down" The doctor whispered to the nurses.
"No!" I cried squirming, shooting pain all through my body.
Four nurses held my arms and legs down as the nurse poked my arm with the needle.
I kept squirming, as they put the IV in my hand and my arm.
"Stop it!"
"Give her a dose" The Doctor said.
I screamed loud shaking my head, remembering when I was at school and the paramedics had to give me a 'dose'.
"Shh, you're going to be ok" Sam's voice soothed.
I looked up to see him leaning over me, "You're going to be ok, just let them do their job" He said.
"No, please tell them to stop!" I cried squirming again, this time I got loose.
I elbowed the nurse in the stomach and kicked the other nurses who were holding my feet.
"Jesse!" Sam yelled as I jumped off the bed and ran.
Shay's shocked face blurred past me as I kept running towards the door.
"Jesse!" Sam called again.
Almost there, keep running...
For the first time, I actually agreed with the stupid voice.
I pushed myself faster, two doctors moved to block the exit.
I slid and turned pushing myself back off the floor and running down a different hallway.

Someone caught the back of my jacket and I fell forward as they came with me. I rolled over to get free of their grip, but it was like iron. Turning against their grip I see Sam face inches from mine. I broke down crying, this all seemed to familiar. Sam held me against his chest; we were still on the ground when the doctors approached us. They had a hospital bed rolling behind them along with two cops and Troy.

I scrambled to stand up but my knees buckled and I fell back beside Sam, he stood up, picking me up into his arms. Troy glared at me, his green eyes burning. Then I noticed his hands behind his back and the cop was holding onto his elbow.

I almost smiled, but then Sam put me on the bed and walked over to Troy.
"You sick narcissistic, bastard!" He yelled.
Sam fist shot out and hit Troy in the face, the cops responded immediately, pulling Troy back, the other putting his arms around Sam.
I jumped down off the bed and tried to get the cop off Sam.
"Please just stop!" I shouted.
The cop ignored me and pushed Sam up against the wall.
"Are you calm?" He asked.
Sam nodded, the cop let Sam go and he moved around the cop to hug me.
Shay's eyes were full of tears as she tore me away from Sam and crushed me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry!" She sobbed, loudly.
"Shh" I murmured, rubbing her back, "It's ok"
I glared at Troy over Shay's shoulder; his nose and lip were bleeding.
I started to close my eyes, pain taking over my body.
"Jesse?" Shay's voice said.
"Hm?" was all I managed to say.
Shay pulled away from me and Sam picked me up, cradling me against his chest; he walked over to one of the hospital beds and laid me down.
"Don't leave" I whispered.
"I won't, I promise" He whispered back.
I was drowning in darkness once again.