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Bridgette's POV

I jumped as I heard Donovan scream from the bathroom, panic filling me instantly like I had touched a hot oven.

"Donovan?" I yelled, jumping up from my place on Geoff's lap and running towards the shout, adrenaline pumping through me at the speed of light.

I almost ran into Donovan when he sprinted towards the living room, stopping me right at the entry of the hallway.

"ADAM'S OUTSIDE! HE'S GONNA KILL US!" Donovan yelled, his face looked like he had seen a ghost, and he was hyperventalating like crazy, his eyes wide in a horror identical to Medusa's statues.

Geoff immediately jumped up, beating Trent, Duncan, and DJ to the door, throwing it open and sprinting towards the back of Gwen's house. DJ and Duncan had grabbed a frying pan, and Trent accepted a shotgun from Gwen as they ran after Geoff.

"Geoff!" I yelled, trying to run after him. Adam's gonna get him! He's gonna kill him! I can't let Adam hurt him! Oh God, Geoff!

Gwen and Leshawna tried to hold me back, but the adrenaline forced me through their arms, running towards the direction I knew the boys had run.

"Bridgette!" I heard Donovan fearfully call after me, but it was in one ear and out the other; my mind was focused on one thing and one thing only.

Geoff.

I ran as fast as I could, not noticing the cold ground as my bare feet slapped against it, or my bruised sides and chest from Adam's beating, only hours before, thumping with pain, or the blood from a cut on my face from a branch that had whipped me as I ran blindly through the forest, trying to catch up.

Geoff, you idiot. If Adam catches you...

The forest behind Gwen's house was miles wide all around, stretching all the way to the nearest town seven miles away, with nothing but large pine trees and faint hunting trails for all seven of those. Why pine trees grew so close to the beach was beyond me. Anyway, only the people who lived right next to it like Gwen, expert hunters and trappers like Eva, and rebellious punk teenagers like Duncan knew the layout of the forest from countless days of adventuring and scavenging around in it's murky, dark depths.

There are a few reasons I've never been in the forest: I don't like being alone, I don't like being scared, I was practically raised on the beach, I am kind of claustrophobic, and I don't want a bear, Izzy, or a crazy Chef Hatchet jumping out at me if I ever went in there. But all thoughts about my own fears were forgotten as I struggled to keep up with the boys.

Geoff...

I caught up to Trent first. Since Trent was more of a musician, he wasn't in as good of a shape as Duncan, who spent his spare time running from juvie, DJ, who hiked and ran marathons, and Geoff, who was an incredible swimmer and sprinter. Trent was sagging against a tree, heaving his recently eaten popcorn up behind a bush.

As bad as I felt for Trent, I grabbed his shot-gun as I ran past, not stopping to ask if he was alright.

"Bridg-" Trent started, then heaved up some more out of his now-empty stomach, all thoughts of me already out of his mind.

It was harder to run with the shot-gun, but it was better than being unarmed. My friends know that I would never hurt a fly, let alone pick up a toy gun, let alone a loaded, dusty shot-gun, LET ALONE shoot one! But, I was hoping that Adam was too drunk to notice, or that he didn't even know at all, which I was sure he didn't.

I was running out of breath, and was just about to stop and catch my breath when hands grabbed at me, dragging me into the bushes and covering my mouth.

I screamed through the hand, kicking and biting and doing everything to get whoever it was off of me.

Get off of me! ! I HAVE TO FIND GEOFF!

"Shhh! Do you want to get Geoff killed, Malibu?" Duncan's familar voice harshly whispered in my ear. I immediately stopped struggling, and Duncan let my mouth go, DJ letting go of my hands also.

"What's g-" I started.

Duncan glared at me, silencing me instantly.

"Just listen. But one small noise and we're all dead." Duncan whispered. DJ nodded, his tanned face almost as pale as mine.

I inched forward on my belly, struggling to see through the thick bush I had been rudely dragged behind. When I made a big enough gap to look through, I gasped, earning me another shush and a light smack from Duncan.

In the small clearing in front of me, stood Geoff, panting heavily as he had just gotten there moments before me, and glaring with pure hatred at Adam, a cocky smirk on his face, looking like he had been for a walk in the park, not even breathing hard.

Adam stood about 30 feet away, on the other side of the clearing, leaving against a tree, twirling a pistol in his hand. Geoff stood about 10 feet away, in the middle of the clearing, struggling to calm his breathing down. Duncan was right to have grabbed me. A few more feet and I would've ran right into the middle of them before I could notice.

"Take your time, boy." Adam said, acting like he actually cared about Geoff. "We aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Calm down."

"Shut up, you prick." Geoff spit out, standing up and glaring harder at the man.

Adam's face faltered for a second, then gained back composure.

"Come on now, Geoff." Adam said, taking a step forward and surprising everyone.

"Y-you know my name?" Geoff stuttered, taking a step backward.

"I may be drunk sometimes, but I'm not stupid." Adam chuckled, taking another step forward. "But right now, I'm as sober as ever."

Geoff, get out of there! He's gonna kill you! I have to do something...

"What do you want, Adam?" Geoff asked accusingly.

"What do I want? Gee, I can only think of one thing I've wanted for the past few years now." Adam grew a wicked smile only a mad man could have as he said something that struck fear through my heart.

"I want revenge on my wife. I want to kill the kids."


Geoff's POV

"I want revenge on my wife. I want to kill the kids."

"WHAT?" I yelled disbelivingly. I think my jaw actually dropped.

"B-but, you're their d-dad! How could you kill y-your o-own kids, bra? W-what's your d-deal?" I said, stuttering like crazy. I stutter when I get nervous, but this was about Bridgette's father killing her! Bridgette! MY Bridgette! The one and only love of my hectic, pratying life! And he's her father! I was beyond nervous. I was scared out of my wits.

Adam chuckled knowingly again (I hate it when he chuckles.) and took another step towards me, making me step back even further, stumbling slightly but never taking my eyes off of the sick man in front of me.

"Silly, stupid boy. They never told you? I'm not their real father." Adam sneered, taking something out of his pocket and slinging it towards me like a frisbee. I caught it in mid-air and risked glancing down at it, then did a double-take.

It was a small picture someone might have in their pocket. In the picture I recognized a seven year-old Bridgette and a gap-toothed, three year-old Donovan. They were laying on a blanket, facing towards the camera with big, hyper smiles that only care-free children could have. The ocean sunset was behind them, casting a warm glow on the picture. Behind them sat Melanie, their mother, her head back in mid-laugh. She was sitting in a mans lap, a man with golden copper hair, bright blue eyes, close to Donovan's, and was staring at the family with a warm, tender smile.

"But... W-Who is this?" I stuttered. I gotta stop doing that!

"That's their father. Tim or Tom or somethin' like that. He went off to the Army and never came back. When I found out, I realized that this would be my chance to finally get the girl of my teenage dreams." Adam sighed, looking off into the distance with almost a genuine sad look at the thought of Mel, then turned back to me, glaring at me once more as he spoke up again.

"But those dang kids.. God, those stupid kids, got in the way! Melanie always gloated over them and spoiled them and never punished them for anything they did. She was soft on them. 'Oh, they're so much like their father!' She'd say, but I knew their father, and he was a first class jack-ass. He-"

"My father was not a jack-ass!" A voice called defiantly, making Adam stare around me in shock and my blood run cold.

"Bridgette, get out of here. Now." I said, turning around and facing her, then gasping at what I saw.

Bridgette had stepped out from behind a bush, Gwen's old, dusty shot-gun in her hands, and a flaming anger was thick enough to walk through around her. Duncan and DJ were standing behind the bush, their eyes wide, trying to get Bridgette to hide again.

"Well, well, if it isn't miss spoiled princess now." Adam sneered, and I jumped, turning around to face him as he stepped towards us.

"Come to save the rugrat, huh?"

"I've come to s-stop you." She said, barely holding back the stutter. But Adam had heard it, and he knew that Bridgette wasn't as confident as she looked.

"Come now, we can talk this out. All I want is for you to get out of my hair. Permenantly." Adam snarled, shoving past me towards Bridgette. Bridgette raised the shot-gun at Adam's face, making him stop in his tracks.

"Now, you wouldn't shoot me, would you? I don't think you'd hurt a flower."

Bridgette's voice shook as she lifted the gun higher, steadying her aim.

"I swear I'll do it. I'm not afraid to."

"Bridge-" I said, but got cut off by her.

"No, Geoff, I got this."

"But Bri-"

"Shut up, Geoff!"

Shut up I did, because the next thing I heard was a "LOOK OUT GEOFF!", and was tackled at my knees, falling forward on my face by Adam's weight, barely catching myself with my hands. Adam knocked me in the head with the pistol, and I laid there stunned, only half aware of what was happening.

I felt a sharp kick to my temple, and I'm pretty sure I yelled out in pain. Before I blacked out, I heard gun-fire, someone screaming, someone falling, and someone saying something over and over. Beth? Meth? Chef?

It only hit me before I passed out what they were really saying. Geoff.


Bridgette's POV

"LOOK OUT GEOFF!" I shrieked as I saw Adam randomly tackle him from behind. Adam knocked Geoff's head with the butt of his pistol, and I tossed the shot-gun down, rushing Adam.

"No one messes with Geoff, you bastard!" I yelled.

Adam barely had time to react as I tackled him to the ground and started wrestling him, trying to pry the gun out of his hands. He had hurt me and Donovan for far too long. Shoving Geoff was going way too far for Bridgette Eareckson.

Adam grappled me under him and punched me in the face as he spat, "You're not getting the best of me, whore. I'm gonna finish you off rig-"

He was cut off by being tackled by Duncan, who continued to grapple for the pistol.

"Bridgette, run!" Duncan yelled, then grunted in pain as Adam kneed him in the stomach. "Not cool, douche bag." Duncan snarled, angrier than ever.

I stumbled to stand, then leaped two steps before accidentally kicking/tripping over Geoff's head. I fell to the ground in a wince of pain in my wrist, then turned around to Geoff.

He was barely awake, his eyes fluttering from the sudden accidental kick in the face. I knelt towards him, then gasped as I heard Duncan yell in pain and looked up to see his own pocket knife sticking out of his shoulder.

"Duncan!" I yelled. Bad move. Adam looked in my direction as I stoof up to help Duncan, and I noticed too late that he had pointed the still possessed pistol at my face.

Time seemed to slow down. The gun shot from Adam's pistol, Duncan's futile attempt to knock his aim off, a very loud shot that was followed by a hole in Adam's arm. Then, a sharp pain in my shoulder blade blossomed, and I fell backwards from the impact. Duncan had nudged Adam just enough that the bullet missed my head and heart, but clipping my left shoulder.

I landed on the ground, blinded by pain, and looked up to see Adam's retreating form through the forest.

"No..." I mumbled as I watched him. "Adam... He's getting... Away..."

My vision blurred as I noticed Duncan laying not too far from me, grasping the knife in his shoulder, and wrenching it out, followed by a dull scream of pain. I saw DJ holding the shot-gun, trembling at all the blood and at what he had just done. I saw the others herding into the clearing, with police officers in tow, and Donovan came running towards me. And last but not least, my eye landed on Geoff. He was as still and as silent as a rock, seemingly as dead as a door-nail.

"Geoff." I whispered, giving into the black abyss that teased and taunted at my consiousness, wanted to take me away. Adam won't fine me here. I thought mildly, staring faintly at Donovan's tear-streaked face as he yelled for help.

"Geoff..."

Geoff...


Dun. Dun. DUNNNNNNNNNNN! :O What'll happen next? Find out tomorrow or so :D

... Oddly enough, I was listening to the DDR version of Bumble Bee while writing from Geoff's POV until the end. Lol. I honestly don't get my thinking. Anyway, I wanna give a big thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed so far, so here goes:

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~ Mik Mik