Noodle's P.O.VEventually me and Dylan woke up, and as planned we were going back to Dylan's house to get some of his things. Murdoc and Russel were already in the car waiting for us. 2D gave Dylan a heavy black sweater, since they were about the same size and he also wanted Dylan to feel welcome and cared for. When we got into the geep Murdoc sped off towards the hell house my poor Dylan had to live in. Of course Murdoc got a little lost so Dylan had to help guid him to the house. After getting lost then finding our way we were finally outside of his house. We all got out the car, but only me and Dylan were going into the house. I didn't want to leave his side for a moment while we were in the house. Before Dylan opened the door to his house, he grabbed my hand. For one his hands were nice and warm, and than we walked in. When we walked threw the front, there was no one there. The house was a mess. There was plates of half eaten food all over the place along with broken glass. The furniture looked worn out and soggy. There were dirty dishes piling up in the sink and I'm pretty sure I saw a few criders running around the floor. Dylan lead me into his room were he closed the door quietly then quickly grabbed a bag and started throwin clothes into it. It didn't take that long for him to fill up the bag, so when he was done we were ready to leave. Then the door fellow open. In the door frame was a blond woman smoking a cigirate. I took a guess and thought it was his mother by the way of her appearance. "What are you doing Dylan" she said after removing the smoke from her chapped lips. Then she looked at me. "Who's this Dylan, a bitch or a friend?" I'm gonna be honest with you guys now, at first I thought that Dylan's mom was just understood and lonely, but now after her little remark towards me,I couldn't stand her. "Excuse me?" I said back at her shooting her the most nastiest look I could make. She walked closer to me, I think she was trying to get a better glimps at me though. "Dylan you know I don't like trash inside my house." she gave Dylan a confusing look. "what's inside the bag Dylan?" she walked over to him quickly and grabbed him up against the wall. "Do you think I'm asking question for my health you ugly excuse for a soul." then she punched him in the face, right in front of my eyes. "STOP!" I yelled at her.
She let go of Dylan and slapped me across my face, which hurt a lot. Dylan ran over to my side to help me up. "I'm leaving mom, and im not coming back!" he yelled back at her. "Your leaving. After everything you've caused me and AFTER EVERYTHING YOU PUT ME THREW FOR THE LAST 16 YEARS YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LEAVE WHEN EVER YOU WANT? IF YOU LEAVE WHOS GOING TO BE MY PUNCHING BAG DYLAN? HUH?" she yelled the last part out loud, it was so loud I think she almost woke up the dead.
Then at that moment we all heard cyrens coming from outside. The police came and knocked down the door. They saw me and Dylan on the floor in fear of his mom. "Are you Jeniffer Bradley?" one of the police officers asked her. She just simply nodded, and they handcuffed her and brought her outside into the police car. Me and Dylan ran out the house and found Murdoc and Russel talking to two other police men. I was still holding Dylan's hand, then for some reason when we were safely out the house I hugged him and started crying. "Are you alright Noodle?" he asked me holding on tightly. In between sobs I said yes.
I knew why I was crying. It was because I had experienced a little bit of the tourture that the person who means the most to me in this world, and it was something that I never wanted to do again. Then I realized that I was also crying because I knew that Dylan was set free from his suffering.
While me and Dylan were having our moment this is what was going on between Murdoc, Russel and the police.
"our lil one is the boys girl, ya see and we were going to let him stay with us." Murdoc explained to the officer. "Well Mr. Niccals we will allow this for one week only untill we get permission from the father." Murdoc and Russel nodded and called for us to get into the car. Dylan picked up his bag and we headed home, not worring about anything but each other. Or so I thought…..
Review! I haven't been feeling good lately so I'm not sure if I will update tomorrow.
