(Revenge)
"Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged."
-Samuel Johnson

First off, we have ten OC characters in this story. They are mentioned (of course) throughout the story. Below they are listed:

Chase Martin
Age: 35
Occupation: Detective on Chicago Vice Squad
Personal life: single father and widower
Spouse: Karen, wife (deceased)
Children: Son, Cole, age 11

Sonny Vincent
Age: 31
Occupation: Detective on Chicago Vice Squad
Personal life: Widower and single father
Spouse: Erica (deceased)
Children: Son, Zach, age 9

Jim Carson
Age: 40
Occupation: Vice captain
Personal life: Widower and single father
Spouse: Annie (deceased)
Children: Daughter, Emma, age 12; Son, Ryan, age 10 (deceased)

April Holt
Age: 35
Occupation: Prosecuting Attorney
Personal life: Widow and Single Mother
Spouse: John, (deceased)
Children: Son, Connor, age 11

Disclaimer: We don't own anything.

Sarah's POV

"Jake, I really need to pee, could you hurry up and puke already?" I smirked a little, knowing that, in his sickened state, Jake was too weak to fire off a comeback.

I sighed and leaned my head against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. Jake had the stomach flu, so, along with throwing up three or six times a day (depending on if he ate or not) he also succeded in getting babied and waited on by everybody in the house. Not to say I don't care about him, I'd just as willingly help him out, but I really needed to go to the bathroom.

He retched into the toilet, and I wrinkled up my nose in disgust. I hated the sound of people barfing, it just sounded so un-natural. I heard him moaning, and kicked the door again so that he'd open up. The bathroom downstairs was broken, and the plumber didn't come until tomorrow.

Jake made his way out of the bathroom, and I couldn't help but be sympathetic. He looked so helpless... his face was pale and his eyes had red underneath them. Whenever he was sick, he looked like he was about to cry, or something. I patted him on the back, and he gave me a small smile in return.

"Aww, Jake, couldn't you have flushed?"

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I wasn't used to it being so quiet in the house. Most of my sibling were away at summer camp, except for Charlie, Nora, Me, Jake, Mark, and Mike.

Half of the family was gone, and since Nigel, Kyle, Jessica, and Kim were gone, that left a really, eerily quiet house. I would've been at lacrosse camp, but I was banned because I hit two girls in the back of the legs, and one of them fell and broke their wrist. I don't have any regrets...It's a tough sport and they were in my way.

Mom, however, saw it fit to ground me from practically everything, from hanging out with my friends to watching TV. So I was stuck inside, with nothing to do but read, or play with Mike (or Mark) which I wouldn't even dream of doing. I would've done something with Jake, but he saw it convienient to get sick.

"Sarah, is Jake okay? I heard him throwing up..." Mom gave me a worried stare, and I shook my head in disbelief.

"Mom, he's thrown up about fifty other times, he's fine." I stopped and thought about how abnormal what I'd just said sounded.

"Could you go check on him, I have to take Mike to the park." Mom was putting on her shoes and fumbling with her purse while she tried doing so. I could tell she was in a rush, because Mike was yelling for her to hurry up.

"Why?"

"Because he's playing soccer with some of his friends." Mom gave me a small smile and combed through my bangs with her fingernails. I gave her and irritated look, and she laughed. "I'll be back in twenty minutes or so. Take care of Jake if he needs anything, or have Charlie do it."

"Okay, isn't Nora coming over later?" I asked before she left.

"Yeah, she's staying her for a couple of weeks, her apartment is getting remodled and plus she wants to see you kids...Mike, hold on!" She finished as Mike yelled for her again. "Bye, honey."

"Bye, Mom."

I sighed and trudged up the stairs to check on Jake. I hoped I wouldn't get sick, because then my summer would go from bad, to worse. Jake's door was opened just a crack, and I could hear the sound of him coughing mixed with the voices of Family Guy on TV. I stepped in quietly, and stepped over a few empty tissues boxes and tissues to get to his bed.

He looked as if he was trying to sleep, and he had beads of sweat on his forehead, from his fever.

"Hey, Jake," I said softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes and adjusting his pillow for him. I felt really bad for him, because I knew how excited he'd been for sumer, and how miserable he was right now.

He blinked a few times and stared up at me. He shifted his position so that he was lying on his back, and let out a small moan before lapsing into another coughing fit. I frowned a little, wishing that I coud somehow help him. All I could do was comfort him, and try to be as nice as possible.

"Hi, Sarah," Jake's voice was really raspy, and almost didn't sound like him at all.

"Are you okay?" I handed him the box of Kleenex, and he blew his nose a few times before giving me his smartass answer of 'What do you think?' I would've said something nasty in return, but I didn't have the heart, and just then I'd heard the doorbell ring. "I'll be right back."

I ran down the stairs in order to get it, and popped open the blinds to see who it was. Cole Martin's face was so close to the glass that I jumped in surprise, while he cracked up at my reaction. I yanked open the door in anger and smacked him really hard in the arm.

"Jake's sick," I frowned at him as he stopped laughing and stared at me. I bit my lip a little as I looked into his eyes. Of course, I'd never admit it, but I do kind of like him. The way his shaggy blonde hair fell into his big, brown eyes was almost hypnotizing, and his lips were so full that he had all the girls after him. Including me. But never, in a million years, would I let him know that. Because, on the contrary to his looks, he can be a real dick, and he's such a smartass that he's been suspended from school three times that year, and has had the most detentions out of anyone.

"Oh, really? I had no idea." He pushed past me and into the house but I grabbed the back of his plain black t-shirt and stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?" I said, pulling him back. "I never said you could come in!"

He whirled around and rolled his eyes at me, the scar next to his right eye becoming more noticeable as he did. I swear, every week Cole has a new injury, whether it's from skateboarding or biking or just pure unlukiness. It's not that he's a klutz, either, because he's got better balance than I do, but since he's so reckless... Well, let's just put it this way: He's been in five surgeries for injuries, not counting losing his appendix and tonsils, gotten stitches eight times, and has chipped more baby teeth than I'd thought even possible before!

"I think I'm going in your house," Then he pulled free of my grip and waltzed inside like he owned the place. Of course, since he's Jake's best friend, I think he might know it better than Jessica and Kim even do.

I shook my head and shut the door behind us. "He's in his room."

"Who is it?" Charlie said from the top of the stairs.

"Just Cole," I replied.

"Oh, hey Cole. What's up?" Charlie liked Cole, and treated him like a little brother, for reasons I don't know.

"Nothing, what are you doing?" Cole asked.

"I have to do some summer project, so I'm getting a head start before I do anything else all summer." Charlie put a finger-gun to his head and pretended to shoot himself. "Senior year is going to be really hard."

"I wouldn't know, but that's pretty shitty of your teachers." Cole replied, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah, that's high school..." Charlie disappeared back into his room, and Cole and I made our way up to Jake's room (which must have been the tenth time for me today). I hoped Cole wouldn't disturb Jake if he was sleeping, but then I remembered that it was Cole I was talking about.

"Hey, Jake my budy!" Cole jumped on Jake's bed and sat on the edge of it. "What's up, how's life, feeling down in the dirt?"

Jake groaned in response and sat up. "What do you want?"

"I tried to stop him, but you know Cole, he's just like his Dad." I smirked, thinking of Cole's Dad, Chase Martin. He's a detective for the Chicago PD. He works for something called the Vice Squad with his partner, Sonny Vincent. Cole says it's very cool what they do...but he thinks everything that involves violence is "cool".

"Ughh," Jake shook his head a little. He stopped and stared at Cole a seconds, before finally realizing that he was on his bed. "Get off!"

Jake pushed him a little, but Cole hardly looked fazed. After all you can't expect a sick person to actually have enough strength to push somebody.

"Wow, you're pretty bad off. When do you think you'll get better, the skate park sucks without you and me tearing it up!" Cole laughed, and Jake grinned.

"I don't know, probably never. This sucks so bad, man, the sun's out every day and I'm stuck in here puking my guts out because my immune system blows." Jake yawned a little and shook his hair out of his eyes.

"It doesn't blow, Jake, you hardly ever get sick, and when you do you whine all the time about it!" I just had to add that, because it was one hundred percent true.

"Shut up Sarah." Jake threw an empty tissue box at me, and missed by about a foot and a half.

"Bite me!" I retorted, kicking the box out of the way.

"I would, but I might puke on you instead..."

"Gross, dude!" Cole and Jake cracked up, and I pursed my lips in annoyance.

'Your tears don't fall, they crash around me, her conscience calls, the guilty to come-' Cole's cell phone rang, and he answered it.

"Hello? ...Yeah Dad...I told you I was going to Jake's!...Well I don't want...Fine, bye." Cole gritted his teeth in rage and shut his phone.

"Gotta go, my Dad's being an ass again."

"What'd he say?" I said, loudly, so that he could hear me over Jake's coughing.

"He told me that he's going out so I have to come home because I don't have a key to get back in when he's gone, blah, blah, blah." Cole shrugged at stood up, stretching. "Well, get better soon, Jake, see ya, Sarah."

"Bye Cole." Jake and I said in unison.

"You know, he'd probably go for you, not that I like the idea..." Jake rasped as I watched Cole leave.

"What?" I asked, turning to face him with a suspicious glare.

"It's obvious you like him, I'm not stupid Sarah, I know you," Jake scratched at his hair and laid back down again, as if what he'd said was the most obvious thing in the world to him, and no big deal at all.

"No I don't!" My eyes got wide, and he snickered. I stared at him a moment, then gave up pretending. "If you tell anyone, I'll kick you in the balls so hard you'll never have kids!" I whisper-yelled, viciously.

Jake held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I cross my heart." Jake traced and invisible X with his finger over his chest, and I heaved a sigh of relief. "God, my throat hurts..." He muttered, trying to clear it but unable to make his voice sound any less raspy and sick.

"Want me to go out and get you some of those throat lollipop things?" I offered, feeling sorry for him (yet again).

"Thanks, Sarah, that'd be great." He gave me a half-smile, and I flashed him a grin before shutting the door softly behind me.

I went into my room to grab my socks and gym shoes, then went into the garage to get my bike. The nearest thing to my house was a small drugstore about six or seven blocks away. I would've asked Charlie to drive me, but I knew he was busy. I let him know where I was going before I left, and he only murmered a response because he was so into what he was typing on the computer.

"Better not be more than six bucks," I muttered to myself, before shoving the six singles into my pocket and mounting my bike.

It was fairly hot out that day, but I liked getting out of the house, since being grounded meant I had more restrictions than I could count on my fingers. At least Mom wouldn't get mad at me for going out to take care of Jake. Hell, maybe she'd even let me off a day early.

I leaned my bike against the wall on the side of the store, not bothering to use my bike lock since I knew this would be a quick, in-and-out job. I waved hi to Greg, the man behind the counter, and he smiled back at me. Since I go to the store so much, we knew each other fairly well.

I couldn't see too much to choose from for sore throats. It was either demented teddy bears, or just regular round lollipops. I chose the second, because I thought the teddy bears were a little too creepy for my liking, let alone Jake's. The sign said $4.25, and I did a little cheer inside of my head. It would have been a waste of time if I didn't have enough cash.

As I was heading up to the counter, a man walked into the store, with a creepy mask on so that I couldn't see his face. He was holding a gun, and walked straight up to the counter and held it up to Greg's head. I widened my eyes, and froze up, unable to move a muscle.

"Give me all your money!" The man spat, before turning to me and saying, "Don't try anything funny, either!"

I nodded, eyes wide, as my heart started to pump faster, and my breathing quickened. Oh, no, not now! Not here... A panic attack. I only have them in severe situations, and usually my inhaler calms me down, but I didn't have it with me. I fell to my knees and choked for air, feeling dizzy and light-headed. As soon as I fell to my knees I saw the man turn around, and in his own state of panic, and confusion as to what I was doing...

Then came the: bang!

I collapsed, the scream tearing out of my throat as I clutched my stomach. The tears ran down my face, and I was aware of the man cursing and running out of the store, aware of Greg running towards me, screaming my name...aware of the searing, unbearable pain, and I saw the blood...everywhere...

After that...nothing.

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