A Few Hours Later: 12:15 PM
I awaken to the sound of my cell phone ringing. After wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I slowly sit up, reach over to the nightstand, and pick up my cell phone. I press the green button and put the phone to my ear.
"Hello." I mumble.
"Johnny, it's me Mickie. I've been trying to call you for the last three hours. Where the hell have you been?" Mickie asks me.
"I've...I've been sleeping." I say.
"Oh, well...do you want to go to lunch with Tara and I?" Mickie asks me.
"Ah...no...no thanks. Mmmmmm, fuck." I mumble the last part; but I'm pretty sure Mickie heard me.
"What's wrong?" Mickie asks me.
"I...I got attacked at school today." I say.
"Are...are you serious?" Mickie asks me.
"Yeah." I mumble.
"Oh...oh my god. Are...are you ok John? Is the baby ok? Please...please tell me that the baby's ok. Oh god..." Before Mickie can finish her sentence, I interrupt her.
"The...the baby's find Mickie, and...and my ribs are bruised; but besides that, I'm fine." I say.
"Oh thank god. Who...who attacked you?" Mickie asks me.
"Mark...aka...Bully Ray." I say.
"Fuck. I'm...I'm going to kill that mother fucker. Do...do you know where he lives?" Mickie asks me.
"He lives down the street from me. Why?" I ask Mickie.
"No reason. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later. Bye." Mickie says. Click!
"What just happened?" I ask no one in particular. I put my phone into my pocket, get out of bed, and head into the bathroom. After going pee, I flush the toilet, wash my hands, exit the bathroom, walk out of my bedroom, and make my way to the stairs. A few seconds later...I arrive in the kitchen.
"Hey buddy." My Dad says.
"Hey." I say.
"Are you ok?" My Dad asks me.
"Yeah. I just got off the phone with Mickie. I told her that Mark attacked me, and..." Before I can finish my sentence, my Dad interrupts me.
"Wait...wait...wait...wait...wait...you told Mickie that Mark...aka...Bully Ray was the one that attacked you?" My Dad asks me.
"Yeah, why?" I ask my Dad.
"Mickie's nuts John. I know she would never do anything to hurt you or anyone else she cares about; but I...I think she might do something to Mark." My Dad says.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck. I...fuck. I never should have told her that Mark was the one that attacked me. Fuck." I say as I take my phone out of my pocket, hold down the number seven, and put the phone to my ear. (A.N. I don't remember ever saying that Mickie is number seven on John's speed dial.) Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Hey guys. I can't make it to the phone right now, so leave your name, number, and a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can, bye. Beep!
"Mickie, it's me John. I...I need you to call me as soon as you get this, ok? Bye." I say as I hang up my phone.
"Fuck! I'm...I'm going to call Tara." I say. I hold down the number eight button and after a few seconds, I let it go, and put the phone to my ear. Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Hey guys. I can't make it to the phone right now, because I am to busy making love to my girlfriend. Peace. Beep!
"Tara, it's me John. I...I need you to call me. Please...please...Beep! I take my phone away from my ear and look at the screen. Tara's calling me back, so I press the green button and put the phone to my ear.
"Hello." I say.
"Hey John, what's up?" Tara asks me.
"Are...are you with Mickie?" I ask Tara.
"Ah...no. Why?" Tara asks me.
"Fuck." I say.
"Johnny buddy, what's going on?" Tara asks me.
"I'll tell you on the way to Mickie's house. My Dad and I will pick you up in five minutes, bye." I say as I hang up the phone and put it into my pocket.
Five Minutes Later...
Tara hops into the car, and after buckling her seatbelt, my Dad pulls away from the curb and starts driving.
"What's going on John?" Tara asks me.
"I...I went to school this morning, because I didn't know that it was canceled today, and..." A couple of minutes later, I am done telling her what happened. I also told her what Mickie said to me.
"Fuck. I...I know my girlfriend is crazy; but I'm pretty sure she would never hurt Mark, at least, I don't think she would." Tara says.
"I...I don't know Tara. Let's hope we find her before anything bad happens to Mark." I say.
"O...ok." Tara mumbles.
A Few Minutes Later...
"There she is." I say.
"Where?" My Dad asks me.
"There." I say as I point at a girl wearing cut off jeans and a button up shirt. We're roughly eight blocks away from my house. I guess Mickie found out where Mark lived, because she's only a couple hundred feet away from his house. (A.N. John told Mickie that Mark lived down the street from him; but he didn't tell her his address.) My Dad speeds up a little bit, and a few seconds later, we pull up beside Mickie. I roll down the window, and start yelling at her.
"What the fuck are you doing Mickie?" I yell. No answer.
"Mickie...what the fuck...oh my god. Is...is that a knife in your hand?" I ask Mickie. No answer.
"Damn it Mickie. Answer me!" I yell.
"Shut up John. This doesn't concern you, ok?" Mickie asks me.
"Mickie...stop...please. Get...get in the car...please." I say.
"No. No one hurts my family and gets away with it Johnny. Mark almost killed our baby, and...and I can't...I can't let him get away with it." Mickie says as she starts walking again. Did she just say our baby?
"Fuck." I say as I unbuckle my seatbelt, open the car door, get out of the car, close the car door, and start walking. A few seconds later...I catch up with Mickie, and I grab her by the arm and turn her around.
"Drop the knife Mickie." I say.
"No." Mickie says.
"Drop the knife Mickie." I say again.
"No." Mickie says again.
"Drop the knife Mickie." I say again.
"Fine." Mickie says as she drops the knife and wraps her arms around me. I wrap my arms around her and start rubbing her back. A few seconds later...
"He...he almost killed our baby Johnny." Mickie says as she starts crying.
"I...I know Mickie; but...but our baby is ok. I...I promise." I say.
"I...I was just going to scare him Johnny. I...I wasn't going to hurt him. I...I promise. I promise." Mickie whispers.
"I...I know Mickie. I know." I say.
A.N. End of chapter seven.