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A NEW CHAPTER!
Sorry I was gone to camp but I am back! And no it wasn't camp rock...it was camp IRISH!
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"What's a matter Jojo?" asked Talko looking down on Joey, who was still sitting down in his seat; he had a goofy grin on his face, which Chloe was secretly planning on breaking.
"Playing boyfriend and girlfriend?" Shocker added.
Joey didn't want to say 'yes' because that would prove them right and it was just downright stupid and he didn't want to say 'no' because Chloe was near and he didn't want to hurt her feelings, so he just left it.
"Guys, just leave it" Joey said trying to brush them off as he picked up his bags and headed for the exit with Chloe on his heels. The made it to the car park when a pain shot through the back of Joeys head. The dropped the bags and automatically put his head to his head. He took his hand away and examined it.
Blood.
Just what he needed.
He turned around to face the bullies. Shocker stood there panting but still standing straight with his hands hanging loosely by his sides. Talko on the other hand was in a low crouch and was clutching a rock in his right hand.
"What the hell is your problem?" Screeched Chloe, obviously knowing what had happened. She began to drag Joey away and they began to run. The bullies didn't hesitate and began to run after them. When they thought they had lost them Joey fell down on the pavement. His head was bleeding badly.
"Oh God" Chloe gasped, she dragged Joy to a nearby tree. "Wait here I'm gonna get help!"
Chloe ran off as fast as her legs could carry her and Joey was left beneath an old oak tree. Chloe hadn't thought of his cell phone since she was too worked up. He pulled out his phone and began to press random buttons in the hope that it would call someone and that they would help. If it ended up being Laura he wouldn't care, he would answer every question she had, just as long as she would save him.
In the end he dropped the phone on the ground, he didn't have the strength to do anything, and he was finding it hard just to breath.
"Well look at what we got hear" said a voice, an all too familiar one at that.
Shocker.
Pain shot through Joeys head as Shocker lent down and punched him. Joey left out a yelp of pain and started to hear a voice from the phone but he couldn't comprehend anything since Shocker was beating him up pretty bad and he was losing consciousness. He closed his eyes and let the darkness pull him under.
000
Joey had been flying.
But this had been after the gunshots and screams which were followed shortly by the sound of feet hitting the pavement and fading into the distance.
There was a sigh nearby but Joey couldn't comprehend anything. He was barely hanging on.
And then there was that feeling of flying.
Now he had woken up.
Joey opened his eyes a bit in case there were bright lights. There were but they weren't too bright so he opened his eyes fully and sat up slowly.
"Ya know you really ought to fight back, you can't necessarily say the kid was 'packin' a rock' in your defense cause that just sounds stupid." A voice from the corner spoke up.
Joey's head snapped around and his eyes fell upon the uncle once again. He was dressed the same as usual and sitting in an old get comfortable looking, yet worn out, armchair.
"I need to go, everyone is probably looking for me" Joey declared, swinging his legs off of what he now noticed was a table.
"Can't let you do that Joey boy" the Joker replied, getting up from the chair and trying to get in Joeys way. He wasn't about to let the brown haired teen away that fast.
"I have to go Grace is probably having a panic attack!"
"Ah...Grace, I really need to visit her sometime"
"Don't you dare" Joey hissed, his eyes turning to slits as he looked up at the clown.
"Who are you to stop me? I've known her longer, what law says that I can't visit an old friend. Are you scared I'll hurt her? Or are you scared that I would hurt your little girlfriend" for the second time that day, Chloe had been mentioned as Joey's girlfriend. Joey let out a frustrated growl. He really didn't need this. He ran towards the Joker with his arms thrown out in front of him to choke the other man but the Joker dodged Joey and took a side step. He then grabbed Joey by the hair and pulled his head back.
"Ya know, you really shouldn't do that, oh well we will see each other again tomorrow won't we?" said the Joker happily before slamming Joeys head off of the table.
That was brief thought Joey before fading into darkness for the second time that day.
000
Joey was lying on something soft. It was a funny texture, almost like a fluffy carpet but...different. He opened his eyes and quickly shut them again. The sun was shining down on him and his eyes hadn't been adjusted. He sat up none the less, and looked around, putting his eyes above his head as he did so.
He was beside a hedge. It looked like a front garden at first but then Joey recognized the building that it was in front of.
Chloe's.
Thank God thought Joey before running up the steps but he paused before he knocked. What if 'he' was in there? How did he get here?
Different scenarios began to form in his mind as he began to get more and more paranoid. One in particular was of the Joker dumping him by the hedge and then going into Grace's house before doing only God knows what.
Without a seconds hesitation Joey knocked on the door. He wasn't wearing his coat so he didn't have his key. Probably courtesy of his uncle. He was getting more and more hyped up as he waited for the door to open and nearly jumped when Grace finally opened it with wide eyes and a baseball bat. Instead of Joey jumping however, Grace practically jumped on him and gave him a bone crushing hug.
"Oh thank God you're okay!" she cried, obviously on the verge of tears.
Joey closed his eyes and was comforted my Graces worry for his safety. Apart from his mother, Grace was the only one that had ever worried for his welfare or hugged him like this; she was like his second mother.
The hug was over in a matter of seconds and Grace pulled Joey inside the house, but not before looking around the street.
"Chloe!" Grace called as she dragged Joey, by the hand, into the kitchen. Chloe was sitting at the table and her eyes were red and puffy, her breathing was jagged and as soon as her eyes set on Joey she let out another cry and ran over to him.
"I thought you were dead!" she bawled into his shoulder.
Joey stood there, not knowing what to do except pat his friends shoulder and not say anything about how she was wetting his shirt or getting snot on it for that matter. Chloe never had been a 'clean crier'.
She backed away after a couple of minutes and awkwardly looked at the floor.
"I'm sorry it was all my fault" she whispered.
"Now it wasn't it-" Joey began to say but Chloe cut him off.
"YES IT IS. YOU WANTED TO GO OFF BECAUSE OF ME! AND I LEFT YOU ALONE!"
"But you left me to get help" Joey pointed out, wishing that Chloe wouldn't burden herself with everything.
"But I didn't did I?" she shrieked.
She looked pained. Her red hair was everywhere and her puffy eyes were emitting even more tear streaked tracks down her porcelain face. She didn't want anything bad to ever touch him but she was tearing herself apart from the seams in the process.
"Never mind that" spoke up Grace, tearing them from their...conversation, if that's what you would have called it.
"I really need to go to work. We are running very low on cash and I need to pay for food and stuff. Take care" she said as she kissed Joeys forehead, "And be safe" she added as she did the same to Chloe. She picked up her hand bag and her keys before heading outside to the car and leaving the two teenagers alone.
Joey looked over at Chloe.
She seemed to be rocking back and forth even though she was standing up. "Stay safe...we have to stay safe...safe...must protect him" she muttered over and over. She ran out of the room and Joey was left staring dumbfounded at her retreating form.
He went into the living room and turned on the TV trying to block out everything, including the pain in his head. As soon as he noticed this he went over to the mirror over the fireplace and began to examine himself. He used his fingers to feel around where the rock had hit his head and felt something weird, like a type of string.
Stitches.
Joey never liked stitches. He had his first run in with stitches when he was four, after an abusive foster parent had pushed him down a flight of stairs. She was later on prosecuted with 5 years in prison.
She'll probably want witness protection now thought Joey.
After that it had been the bullies and childhood mishaps like falling off walls and out of tree's for example.
Something tells me, this won't be the last of my injuries, with or without the changes that are about to occur.
There was a strange drilling noise coming from the kitchen and Joey went out of the room to investigate the noise. He found Chloe perched on top of one of the kitchen counters and holding an electric drill in her hand while she held up a plank of wood with the other. She was drilling wood over the windows.
"Erh...Chlo?...Whatcha doin'?" asked Joey carefully.
"Mom said that we had to be safe...that's what I'm doing" Chloe replied as if it were obvious, with a crazed look in her eye as she turned back to her job at hand.
Joey didn't want to get on Chloe's bad side so he went upstairs. Once there, he flopped down on his bed and pulled out one of his books.
Joey had always been quite literate. English was one of his strong points at school. Anything about space or the supernatural and he was halfway through it already.
Less than an hour later, Chloe burst into Joey's room holding wood and her drill; she still had that crazed look in her eye also which scared Joey to no end.
"Your room next and I will be finished! And your room is the most important" she said as she walked over to one of Joeys windows and began to drill, "Or you could bunk with me" she added as she turned to give him a quick wink before returning her full attention on her work.
Joey was really starting to get paranoid so he decided to go downstairs. He walked as fast as he could down the steps and then went into the kitchen.
The place looked as if a bomb had hit it. Knives and forks and all forms of cutlery were sticking out of the drain in the sink and the table was on its side. Joey went over to it and saw a flashlight and blankets and food beside it. It was probably Chloe's idea of a base camp.
Grace better come home soon Joey thought.
There was a sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and Joey went to hide behind the table.
"Joey...where are you?" called Chloe in a perky voice.
Joey pulled his knees to his chest, not knowing what to expect.
"There you are silly goose! I see you've found our base; I knew you wouldn't want to stay in that room of yours"
"Erh...sure...one sec...I'm gonna go and make sure that there is no cracks in the wood on the windows. Don't want any peepers now do we?" asked Joey, feigning concern.
"Oh my God you're right! I'll stay here and finish going through dangerous items that we can't keep and things that we can use for defense!" Chloe agreed, rapidly shaking her head back and forth.
Joey dashed to the living room, picking up the wireless home phone as he did so and went over to stand by the window. He went through the phone book and found the number that he was looking for.
"Hello?" the voice asked, music and chatter coming from the background.
"Oh thank God Grace! You gotta come home!"
"Why? Joey?...What's wrong?"
"It's Chloe I think she lost it...please just hurry!" Joey said urgently before hanging up the phone and returning to the kitchen.
And I shall leave you at that...cos I'm evil or awesome you pick LOL
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