Chapter 7
No Mistakes
Huey's POV:
I had once recited a quote from Obi-wan Kenobi, it went like "Your eyes can deceive you, don't trust them." I felt my other senses heightening as I learned the saying was true. But at this moment I didn't believe my ears either or I didn't want to. If there was even a sliver of doubt the child could be mines why would she leave? Could she honestly not want the kid to be mine that bad?
My nose stung from the sharp breaths I was breathing in. It made me light headed, I was enjoying the feeling. Me being light headed meant me not thinking logically, I needed that right now. So my face stayed motionless as I concentrated on my breathing and not the people standing up and shouting out about the new piece of information. Once I sure only a few cells were left in my brain I thought of what to do.
I was going over there.
I turned and grabbed my coat off the hook. I should have told them why I was such in hurry to go over there besides to find out if that was my child. I should have explained why my bones were screaming in pain as anger rushed over them and left no piece of them untouched. But I knew once my mouth opened a terrible scream would erupt from it and it wouldn't stop until Tristan was gone, dead more like it. I roughly put the coat over me, ripping one of the sleeves. Had they quieted down? I was not risking bringing back some cells to tell. I grabbed the door nob and someone grabbed my arm pulling me back. Hearing back on.
"Huey what the hell are you doing?!" Sophie roared.
"He goin to get his girl and baby back, the fuck you stoppin him for?" Riley asked as he let go of Cindy.
She had stopped crying and for the first time in a while she was quiet and observant, not something I thought she was capable of.
"I'd like to know that too." Ceaser said.
Sophie screeched and tugged at her hair. She was frustrated actually she was passed frustrated, she only screeches when she's at her breaking point.
"Could you guys push back your damn ego for once and try and listen? Huey you can't go over there me and you both know-"
I unlatched her hand from my wrist. She was still begging me to listen and followed me outside. Despite the fact that she didn't have on a coat and it was freezing outside. Everyone else followed behind her seeing what her reason for yelling was.
"Huey come on! Please!" she begged.
I got into my car. If anger wasn't the only thing fueling my body I would have stopped, and listened, and felt bad for completely shutting them out. I definitely would have convinced all of them to go back inside and wait until I got back. But it was too late for all of that. I was done thinking and understanding because I sure as hell could never understand her reasoning for this. I couldn't even begin to think how I should understand it. I sped away from the house leaving all of them in my car gas. I glanced at my review mirror long enough to see Sophie racing to the house. She was getting her car keys. But it would be too late. I would have Jazmine back and Tristan would be nothing more then a bad memory.
Everything was going to go perfectly, no mistakes.
Jazmine's POV:
"UGH!"
My body thudded across the floor. It was hard to see out of my eyes which were swollen and bleeding. My mouth dripped with blood and it splattered onto the wood floor. I dug my nails into the wood floor and pulled myself farther and farther away from him. The Beast, the monster under my bed; Tristan. My legs ached and screamed in pain that engulfed my body. He had stabbed me right in one of my veins. I was sure I was going to die. This is the way my pathetic life would end, with me crawling to save myself.
"And then you fucking have sex with him?" Tristan asked.
He grabbed my legs and tried to yank me back towards him. My hands dug its way into the frame of the bedroom door. I tried so hard to pull myself away from him but my arms were weak and with a finally hard yank I heard a pop.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" I screamed as my left arm fell lifeless onto the ground.
It was out of it's socket. I think a few veins connected to it had snapped as well. I started to cry. The blood and the water mixed together and gave Tristan an even more hell like look, as if he needed it. I heard him laughing as he pulled my body across more glass he had broken. I felt some stab into my stomach and that's when I remembered, the baby. My poor baby was probably gonna be dead before it even had a chance to grow! I had to get away from him.
"Tristan please!" I begged, I don't know how many times I've said that sentence. I started to sob and it crumpled up my words. "The b-bbaby! TRISTAN YOU'RE KILLING THE BABY!" I screamed and with one ounce of strength I managed to kick him hard enough for him to stumble.
I grabbed my arm and shoulder with my free had and forced myself off of the floor. God damn legs work! I slipped but caught myself as I tried to run through the house. The logical way would be to run to the door but Tristan was blocking it's path. My only way to get out would be to go up the stairs, run down the back ones, and circle my way back to the door. Damn it why couldn't I have just stayed with Huey? I was happy right? Yes, I was happier then I would like to admit. And yet he still managed to get me to come back to him.
I felt my body aching and telling me to stop before it all shut down. But I couldn't. I needed to go, I needed to save both of us. was he even chasing me? I didn't hear his heavy foot steps behind me. I didn't want to risk looking behind me.
"Please God if you still love me. Please let me get out of here alive." I cried to the man I hope was above listening to me.
My left foot gave out and I crashed down faster than a tree being cut down. Before I did it twisted the wrong way.
"FUCK!" I screamed as my skin started to puff up around my fractured ankle.
If Tristan didn't know where I was he sure did now. Back to crawling for my life, with only one arm. Someone out in the world truly hates me.
"Please, please, please." I begged as I pulled myself more and more to the back stair case.
Huey probably hates me, that's most likely why he wasn't here right now banging down the doors to come get me. I had fucked up. I had broken the heart of a guy I love more than life itself.
Yes I admit it I love Huey Freeman.
I could never push away the huge pressure when I see him, like something inside me knows this is where I belong. My wedding day I told everyone I cried because I was so happy although back then Tristan did make me happy he wasn't a Huey. I cried because he didn't object, he didn't try to stop it. was that really my reason for shutting him out? One action he was too mature to make. I really was the stupidest person alive. Good thing that wouldn't be for long.
I reached the stairs. I could silently roll my body down them. who cared about bruising? I had enough to last me this and then next 10 lifetimes. I rejoiced silently in my mind. I felt like when you walk outside and smell that sweet fresh air scent. My body moved faster as if finding strength in the thought that I would finally be free from this prison I'm supposed to call a home. The pain subdued a bit as the thought of freedom generated my body with energy. I grabbed onto the first carpeted stepped and pulled myself. My body traveled through as I was able to silently slid down the stairs.
It was a skill many can learn from being pushed down them so much.
My arm and ankle thudded against the stairs cutting me with pain but I wasn't going to focus on that. I tried to stop myself before I made contact with the ground but instead I tumbled head first onto the wood floor. My body flipped and my head hit the floor. Pain radiated from my body to my head and spread out in all directions. I could die from it and wouldn't even mind, at least it would all stop.
I closed my eyes and sucked in a sharp breath as my brain shot me back to only a few hours earlier. How could I have been simply eating breakfast thinking things was finally about to work out? How could I have been that damn stupid? My eyes welled with tears. I wasn't sure from physical pain, or the pain of the memory. I opened my eyes and looked around. He still wasn't here.
"Jazmine you have to try. Don't give up on yourself, or on this baby." I motivated myself in a whisper.
Although my body screamed with unbearable pain I used my working arm and started to pull myself once more. Pull, pull, pull. The baby, just think if the baby. Pull, pull, pull. It hurt so damn much. Pull, pull, pull. The door was coming into view. Before I even knew it my leg became excited and started to help my arm, kicking me forward. More tears sprang from my eyes, tears of joy. I was about to be free. Surely someone would see my crawling, they would stop to help. I would be sent to a hospital and give them Huey's number like at the bar. Tristan would be sent to jail. Life would be better. I could see the door in full view now. The door nob was beckoning above me. I let out a soft chuckle despite my pain and reached up to it.
The cool handle touched my skin just as I felt big strong hands clasp around my ankles. I was pulled roughly farther and farther away from the door. He was purposely twisting my fracture ankle and I screamed as he flipped me over. My forehead made contact with the edge of the small table next to me.
"AH!" I reached up to hold my pounding head but Tristan slapped my hand away.
I looked up to him through my watery eyes. He had a sick smile on his face. was that it? was my pain his damn amusement? Apparently because he looked at my twisted face of pain and gave a heartfelt laugh.
"I thought I'd cut you actually thinking your ass was getting away scene short." he said in a mock tone.
He reached down and grabbed my bloody collar and pulled my body up. I never realized just how strength he had. My body seemed weightless to him as he shook it slightly.
"I can't believe I wasted years on your worthless ass." his face showed true disgust. He spit on my face just to prove, once again, that he was the one in charge.
My mouth ached from the cuts and bruises and it took all my effort but I managed to throw my words out in the harshest way possible. "So what you're gonna keep beating me? Your ass is so afraid to look like a dumbass that you won't even file FOR A DAMN DIVORCE?! No? Because killing is better? You're a fucking monster." I spat the words at him in anger.
He seemed taken back by my words. His eyes for a minute became confused and foggy. Did I really, in my predicament, just talk shit to him? Then his eyes came to realization and I swear I saw the way to hell inside of them. They flared with fire brighter than the sun. He threw my body onto the ground and it banged against it like it was nothing more than a worthless shoe.
"I'M NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING!" he screamed down to me.
Still consumed with anger he raised his foot and brought it down right on top of my ribcage. I felt a fire explode from the spot and air was something my body couldn't consume.
"I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL YOU FUCKING SLUT!" He screamed along with more cuss words that could have killed me if he wasn't already trying to.
My eyes teared up as no air would enter my body. I tried to move, I tried to hold onto my side and force myself to breath but I could feel it. He was snapping my ribcage. He brought his foot down again and again and again. The pain, I wanted it to stop, I wanted to die. Then just like that it happened. I heard it, I felt it. I cried as my ribcage snapped into more pieces than a jigsaw puzzle. A huge chunk of it shot into my lungs, piercing it. Blood rushed in and any hope for air coming into my body vanished. I gasped and heaved forward as I choked up blood. It wasn't enough for him.
"I. FUCKING. HATE. YOU!"
Then with strength that seemed impossible for a man his age or size to make he kicked me so hard his foot was actually able to hit the ground slightly through my body. He had kicked several parts of my ribcage out of me.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.
The tears came out of my eyes like a river. It washed my face off as if I was standing under a shower head. The pain, so much damn pain. Kill me. The pain was killing me. He was still yelling. The words were something my mind couldn't focus on. All I could think about was the pain. Then through it all I heard him give a maniac laugh. He had gone crazy.
"You wanna leave me again? Fine go ahead and try." he reached into his back pocket and visibly held a box of matches in the air. "Get out before this place burns you alive bitch." he grabbed his lighter and lite the whole pack in his hands.
The pain from the fire didn't seem to faze him as he slowly placed it on the couch. It caught ablaze quickly. I watched with horror as everything else around it caught on fire as well. He however looked at it like he was 5 looking a tree filled with presents underneath it. He smiled gleefully and looked down at me.
"Don't worry I won't leave until I'm sure you are burned alive." he looked back at the fire as it was quickly approaching me. "Doesn't seem like it will take long though."
He gave another maniacal laugh. My mind started to blank out. From horror, pain, sadness, and realization. I was about to die. His threats, his crazy words, the burning house, even the baby faded from my mind as my world did as well.
Sophie ran with full speed back into Huey's house. Ceaser, Riley, Cindy, Natasha, and Daniel were quickly on her tail. They watched as she searched around the house frantically for her keys. where were her keys? Sophie couldn't think of how for everything else she seemed to know exactly where it was except when right now she needed it most. She choked back tears as fear raised in her body but she could feel it. Something was about to go terribly wrong.
"Sophie what the hell are you even-"
"MY KEYS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY KEYS?" she screamed out to them.
Daniel and Cindy flinched back from the pitch of her voice. It seemed to vibrate off of the walls. Ceaser however looked at his wife with frustration. He really wasn't jealous of Huey and Sophie hanging out, he put his utmost trust in both of them. well he wasn't entirely jealous of them. what he really was upset about was the fact that he had known Huey for years yet his wife had gotten closer to him then he was. He was too focused on his soccer career and he really regretted never having enough time to hang out with Huey no matter how much Sophie tried to persuade him to.
"Could you at least tell me what for?" he asked.
Everyone heard the desperation in his voice. Pity was shot towards him from everyone. Cindy and Riley looked at Natasha and Daniel simultaneously. They knew this was more then some act of jealousy. Something deep was going on and none of them could or wanted to grasp what it was. Sophie licked her lips and looked from everyone in the group.
A while ago she had made a promise to keep Jazmine's beatings a secret. She had sworn on her life. But if her life meant saving Jazmine's or Huey's she knew she would have to give it up. But she was also scared. She could feel the time running out, she could already picture Huey arriving at Jazmine's house and doing something he would regret. The words rose out of her throat like vomit.
"Tristan has been beating Jazmine. That's why Huey's is so pissed about finding out the baby might be his." she erupted. The words were just like hot, boiling lava splashing in all of their faces.
Had the world stop for a split second? It seemed so as everyone's breath caught in their throat. Natasha jaw opened slightly as she started to spit out words like a seal. They were all nonsense of course, she couldn't think of what to say, her mouth was running but her mind wasn't. Cindy's hand shot immediately over to Riley's arm. She could feel his muscles tightening as his fist curled with anger. She squeezed him and held onto his arm tightly to make sure her husband wouldn't turn and punch a hole in his brother wall. Out of them all it was Ceaser who got Sophie's point of urgency. He realized why the fear showed in her voice and more than anything, he realized they needed to go after him, now.
"we can use my car. Come on." his shock had worn off.
"Ya fucking kiddin me? I say even more Huey should go over there and beat that ass!" Riley yelled in disgust and anger. Cindy squeezed him more but he snatched away from her and advanced to Sophie and Ceaser. "Are you honestly tellin me you don't wanna see that nigga dead in a damn grave for what he's doing to Jazmine?"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Sophie yelled back to him. She stopped herself and took a breath. They wouldn't understand whether she took the time to explain it or not. Besides she didn't have that time, she needed them to just trust and follow her. She searched through every cell in her brain for a way to do that. She sighed once she realized there was only one way.
"Then what is the point?" Daniel asked.
Sophie blinked back her tears and looked Riley right in the eyes. The heavy look of sadness stunned Riley so much he seemed captivated by her watery hazel eyes. "Look I can't sit here and explain word by word but I don't have the time. Huey is about to make a huge mistake and if you guys care about him..." she stopped and swallowed the lump that kept rising in her throat. "You care about Huey right?" she choked out.
Now Riley was never the one to show much caring emotion, at least to other guys. For some reason seeing the lady in front of him nearly in tears and hearing the seriousness of her tone, he broke down a bit. "Of course I care about him. That's my nigga. My brother, which is exactly why I want him to be happy and Jazmine makes him happy." he explained to her.
She nodded and looked to Cindy. The small girl looked more fragile then anyone had ever seen her. But she gained some confidence as Sophie looked at her for her opinion. The thought of what Huey said earlier forced her to say what she felt about him as well. Her voice cracked as she began.
"I love Huey. Not in a I wanna fuck him or be with him sort of way. But I mean," she stopped as her bottom lip shook a bit. She shook her head and sighed as she regained herself. "He's my brother. I think of him as someone I know is looking out for me and always will." she told them.
Natasha nodded her head. "He looks out for all of us, which is saying something since I'm always in California. He even tracked down a paparazzi person because the guy bruised me when they tried to all catch a glimpse of Angelica. So yes, I also care about Huey." she said. She grabbed onto Daniel's hand.
He smiled down to his wife. "Yeah Huey really is one of my best friends. I can't say I hang out with him as much as Ceaser or Riley but when we do we both surprisingly enjoy ourselves. I won't ever be able to replace someone like him." he said in his most earnest way.
It was all said and done. They may not have known what was going on, or why it was so urgent but for Huey they all decided to trust Ceaser and Sophie. Sophie gave a curt nod to them and turned to Ceaser. Her previous look of sadness was replaced with utter distraught as she saw her husband face. It was a blank white canvas, frozen with fear.
"Ceaser?" she asked. She touched his arm softly and his body came back to life.
"Let's go." he said once more.
He grabbed onto Sophie's hand and dragged her out the door with the rest of them following. Sophie didn't need what he was going to say next to realize something bigger was going to happen. Something so big it may destroy them all.
"I don't know if he's going to kill Tristan or if Tristan is going to kill-"
Sophie pressed her finger to his lips. She wasn't ready to hear what he was about to say. That wasn't going to happen, she believed that with her full heart. If anything the worst that would happen is Huey being thrown in jail for killing Tristan. Nobody else was going to die.
And if someone did it would be the damn bastard that deserved it.
Huey's POV:
was my heart beat matching the speed of the car? was my steering wheel shrinking under my fist? Could I really use the gun sitting in the seat next to me? Yes I, along with many other US citizens, had a gun. I had never had to use my gun. No one dared to break into my house and I'm not a thug, I don't shoot random people for no absolute reason. Right now, I had a huge reason to go in and shoot up whoever the hell I wanted to. But did I want to have someone's death in my hands?
"No." I answer aloud.
I'm not a killer or a murderer, that just isn't me. However Jazmine's screams, her bruises, my potential unborn child inside of her made anger rise to the brink of my body until I was sure I wasn't thinking straight. I turned right and my car nearly tipped over. would I have cared? Fuck no. I was less than a block away from Jazmine's house. I looked down at the gun one more time. would someone blame me? would Jazmine hate me more?
"Fuck it."
I had arrived at the house but kept my eyes locked on the gun. Now or never. I had to choose. I reached past it and into my glove compartment. 5 bullets, 5 perfectly unused bullets. I put them into the gun and cocked it back. As I had said before, Fuck it. I snatched my seat belt off of me, nearly breaking the buckle. The gun was stashed away safely in my pants. I looked down at the snow, the only thing cool on my body. I felt nervous. My hands and body were sweating despite the cool wind slapping my face.
"OH MY LORD!" someone screamed.
My attention shot up from the snow and towards the sound, a woman maybe the age of 50. Her along with about 10 other people were all crowded on Jazmine's front lawn. It took me this long to notice them. I raised one eyebrow and followed there gaze.
"Holy mother of fuck." I said.
My insides cooled over as I stared at the blazing house.
Author's Note: So another cliff hanger! Omg I need to stop those right? HA! But I'm not. Anyways woo alot is going on this chapter. More to definitely come in the next though, a whole lot more. what was Ceaser going to say before Sophie stopped him. Is Tristan going to kill Huey? Jazmine? The baby? Himself and frame Huey or Jazmine? One of the gang going to try and stop it? The possibilities are endless! But get ready for the most dramatic ending yet! You won't expect it, Trust me. I loved all the caring things they said about Huey in this chapter it was really sweet :)
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