Chapter 1
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*3 months earlier*
Izzy Greene. God, I love her. In my eyes, she is beautiful. I would do anything to keep her safe. And I mean it. Until I die, she shall not be harmed any further.
It was late August, around 8:30 p.m., and Izzy and I were out camping in a small cabin up north. The cabin was located at the edge of a forest outside Kewaskum. We were sitting around a small fire, roasting some marshmallows.
"Hey, Izzy," I said. "Are you having a good time?" She smiled and nodded her head.
"I'm having a wonderful time, CJ." She snuggled up closer to me, holding my arm. I looked down and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. Suddenly, both of our marshmallows caught fire, and we quickly blew them out.
"I thought I ordered medium well, not charred," I joked. Izzy giggled at the most stupidest joke I've ever told.
As we ate our darkened food, a pick-up truck appeared and parked on the front lawn. Out stepped a guy about our age, eyes glazed over and having trouble keeping his balance.
"Can we help you?" Izzy asked him.
He responded, slurring his words, "You can give me your fine ass." Izzy and I both stood up. I began to tell him to leave, but he charged straight for Izzy.
"Back off!" I screamed, jumping at him. I was able to drag him to the ground fairly easy. As he was attempting to stand back up, I ran up to him and punched him in the face. I then picked him up, and then started kneeing him in the gut. As I tried to land another punch, he was able to catch my hand and hit me back. He got me a few times, and then threw me to the ground. I struggled to get up. The guy then grabbed me and started dragging me toward the flames. He stuck half of my face into the fire, burning most of my skin off. I screamed loudly in pain as my face began to melt. Once he was done, he turned his attention back to Izzy. He proceeded to chase her and grab her by her arm.
"Get off of me! CJ! Help!"
As she was screaming and fighting, I was able to pull my dad's gun I stole from his closet and aimed for his leg. I pulled the trigger, and heard Izzy scream in serious pain.
The guy exclaimed, "Oh, shit! He has a gun!" He ran to his truck, and left. I crawled my way to Izzy, who was on the ground holding her leg in pain.
"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry, Izzy! I didn't mean to shoot you."
"It's okay, CJ," she whispered. I pulled out my phone, dialed 911, told the operator where we were, hung up, and tried to stop her leg from bleeding. As I was tying up my shirt to her leg, I started to lose focus. Everything started to fade away. Then, everything went dark.
I woke up in a room filled with beds and machines. I looked to my left and saw Izzy sitting in a chair next to me; a cast was on her leg. She was waiting for me to wake up.
"CJ. I'm so glad you're okay." I got out of my bed and hugged her.
"I'm sorry for shooting you. It was an accident." She hugged me back; tears were coming out of her eyes.
"It's okay, baby. I'm just glad you're alive," she sobbed. Her eyes were flooded with tears. I wiped them away, looking deep into her eyes.
"I promise to keep you safe from now on. Until I die, you will be safe." One of the nurses came into the room.
"Oh, good. You're awake," he said. "You both have visitors." He motioned for someone to come in, and both of our parents walked in. After about five minutes of hugging and handshakes, we explained our story to them, describing in detail what exactly happened. None of them could look at my face.
"Hey, mom," I finally said, "can you bring me my mask. You know the one I made in Drama? It's in my closet."
Once we finished, Izzy's dad, George, started to congratulate me for trying to fight for his daughter. After that, they left. About two hours later, my mom came back and dropped off my mask. I thanked her, and she left.
As I put the mask to my side, Izzy asked me "What's the mask for?"
"So when we go back to school, no one would be in disgust," I answered back.