Hey guys :) Writing this while skyping with two of the biggest guy pervs ever :P Haha. Ewan and Brandon, you guys amuse me. *facepalm* Lol. Anyway, it's FREEZING outside (duh, it's winter :P) so I'm gonna force myself to write this chapter.

***P.S. DO YOU GUYS THINK I SHOULD MAKE A SEQUEL OR END IT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR TWO? REVIEW IF YOUR IDEAS AND FEEDBACK! THANKS SO MUCH!***

~ Mik Mik

Donovan's POV

"ADAMS HERE! HE'S GONNA KILL US!" I screamed as I ran into the entryway of the hallway, nearly bumping into Bridgette. Bridgette looked anxious and scared, but I was surprised that she wasn't doubting me at all.

Geoff leaped off of the couch, beating DJ, Duncan, and Trent, who was armed with Gwen's old shot-gun, to the door, where they all sprinted out, heading towards the backyard, where they knew the bathroom window faced.

"Geoff!" Bridgette yelled, running towards the door. Gwen and Leshawna tried to block her, but she shoved through their arms like the Red Rover champion and ran after the boys.

"Bridgette!" I yelled, trying to run after my sister. Unfortunately for me, I was never any good at Red Rover, and Gwen alone held me back as I tried to break free.

"Bridgette! Come back! BRIDGETTE!" I yelled over and over, finally falling on the ground in defeat, sobbing as Gwen held me.

Not Bridgette. He can't kill her. She's all I have left. Oh god, don't let Adam kill her!

After a minute, I sniffed and got up, flopping down on the couch next to Gwen. Courtney was still freaked out, staring out the window for any sign of her boyfriend or closest friends. Cody had his arm around Beth. Leshawna paced around for a few seconds, then whirled towards Gwen.

"Where's your phone?" She asked frantically.

"Right here. Wh-"

Leshawna snatched Gwen's phone out of her hand, and but her off before she protested.

"We gotta do something!" Leshawna snapped, dialing 911 and heading into the kitchen for silence.

"What do you think's gonna happen?" Beth asked Cody, leaning against his shoulder.

"I don't know, Beth, But I'm sure they'll be okay. They got a shot-gun and Duncan. They'll be fine.." Cody said with fake optimism. Courtney started at the mention of Duncan, then stared back towards the window, looking for any sign of the police or her friends.

I had my arms on my knees, looking down at nothing in particular. I couldn't stop thinking about Bridgette. The last time we had been apart, other than one of us staying at a friends house, was when Bridgette ran away when she was thirteen, way after Adam had started abusing us. She was gone for the whole weekend, up until school that Monday, where she met me at the bus stop. She's never told me where she went, but I thought she never would've come back if it weren't for me.

Leshawna came back in the room to tell us the police were on their way. We sat there in an awkward silence for a few long minutes, each of us lost in our own tormented thoughts.

Gwen put her arm around me, staring at my face to determine how I was feeling. I must've looked as torn and anxious as I felt, because all she did was squeeze my shoulders and hold me close. I didn't mind. Gwen was one of mine and Bridgette's only friends. She was one of the only people we could trust.

"They're here." Courtney exclaimed, jumping up and heading towards the door.

"Who? Bridgette?" I asked in hope.

"No. The police. Come on!" Leshawna said, running after Courtney. I leaped up, following them with Gwen, Cody, and Beth.

The police were there, along with an ambulance. We met with a detective, Detective Beckett, and decided that we would fill in the details later.

"If that man's as dangerous as you said, we won't have much time if he gets violent." Detecitve Beckett said, already heading towards the woods.

"He is." I said, following her.

"You must be Donovan Eareckson." She stated, glancing at me while we jogged, followed closely by the rest of the teens, a small party of police, and three male nurses from the ambulance.

"Yeah..." I trailed off, focusing ahead of me for any sign of Bridgette. Detective Beckett stared at me for a minute longer, then jumped slightly and turned forward as she heard a far off scream.

"Bridgette!" I yelled, running. Detective Beckett motioned her crew to pull their guns out for a precaution, then ran forward to catch up with me.

"Trent!" Gwen gasped as she saw her boyfriend sagging against a tree, shuddering and shaking next to a pile of popcorn-y yellow puke. Gwen ran ahead of us and crouched down beside him, putting an arm around him.

"Take him back to the ambulance to get him hydrated. You can get him there by yourself, right?" Detective Beckett asked as she slowed to a jog. Gwen nodded.

"You guys hurry. Make sure they're safe." Gwen said. Detective Beckett nodded, jumping slightly again at the sound of Duncan's yell of pain.

"Duncan." Courtney whispered, her eyes wide. "No..."

"Come on!" I yelled, running ahead of everyone. Courtney shook her head and was hot on my heels, as were everyone else, then put on a burst of speed as I heard one gunshot, followed by a scream from Bridgette and another gunshot.

Bridgette! Please be okay! Oh God...BRIDGETTE!

We finally made it to a clearing when Duncan yelled in pain again. He was lying on the other side, a bloodied knife in his hands, matching his bleeding shoulder. DJ was standing not too far from us, the shot-gun in his hands, a very shocked and sick look on his face. I glanced up and saw Adam retreating through the forest, holding his right arm in pain.

"After him!" Detective Beckett ordered her squad, and the four of them rushed through the forest, quickly catching up with Adam and tackling him down, handcuffing him.

As Courtney shoved past me, I saw Geoff lying face down on the ground, not moving at all. Next to him, I saw Bridgette, her left shoulder bleeding, her arm out towards Geoff.

"Bridgette!" I screamed, sprinting over to her and sliding on my knees, scuffing my jeans and cutting my shins. I knelt down to cradle her head as I heard her feebly muttering 'Geoff.' over and over.

"Bridgette! It's gonna be okay, Bridgette! SOMEONE HELP MY SISTER!" I yelled, sobbing. "I've lost Dad and Mom already. I'm NOT gonna loose you too, Bridge!"

Detective Beckett and a male nurse ran over to me with a fold out stretcher. They laid it down and put Bridgette safely on it, having me put pressure on her wounded shoulder so she didn't bleed as much.

Courtney and one of the male nurses were over by Duncan, examining his knife wound, cleaning it out, patching it up, and persuading him to come to the hospital. Cody, Beth, and a police officer were coaxing DJ to calm down. He was hyperventalating and was sagging against a tree. Shooting and injuring someone, even someone as nasty as Adam, had finally taken it's toll on the nature-loving guy. Two policemen were leading a hand-cuffed and still fighting Adam down the path ahead of us towards the police car, while the last police man and male nurse had Geoff on a stretcher, carrying him to the ambulance along behind us.

I kept looking down at Bridgette's face, and was reminded of how Mom looked while she was in her coffin.

Please let this not be the last time I see Bridgette. She's gotta live. She's gotta be okay. I don't know what I'll do without her. Bridgette...

Nobody's POV

The next few hours were a blur for everyone. Bridgette, Geoff, and Duncan were taken to the hospital.

Geoff was revived after his concussion and put in a bed next to Bridgette, who had needed surgery to patch up her shoulder. The bullet had gotten stuck in the muscle, so surgery was the only way to get it out.

Duncan toughed it up like a man, although he whimpered some, and got it stitched while he was awake. Courtney chuckled at Duncan's weak attempt to buff up.

DJ, Gwen, Cody, Beth, Leshawna, Donovan, even Owen were all called down to the police station with Detective Beckett for questioning. Donovan's questioning took about an hour, where he recalled everything about Adam, from the time he had met him until seeing him in the bathroom window. Everyone else's questioning only took about 10 minutes.

Adam was locked up in jail that day, and a trial for attempted murder and child abuse would be initated soon. He kept cursing Bridgette and Donovan, even in his isolated cell at the station, up until he was questioned, where he locked his lips and refused to reveal anything.

Geoff was released from the hospital later that day, as was Duncan, but Geoff remained at Bridgette's side until her surgery, where paced in the hall for hours until her recovery, along with Donovan, who sat against the wall, biting his nails habitually, boring a mental hole into the surgery room doors with his blue-green eyes.

Geoff and Donovan never left Bridgette's side, taking turns watching her as one went to the bathroom, eat, or sleep. At night, Donovan used the bed next to Bridgette's as Geoff snoozed in a chair fitfully by her bedside, his hand covering hers, never once letting go.

Nurse Talley's POV

I checked my clipboard once more, leaving the room that held Jeffrey, who had a severe case of pneumonia, and smiled as I saw the next name on the list. Bridgette Eareckson. I sighed as I headed towards her room.

When she and her two friends had been whisked into the hospital with the police yesterday morning, I knew something different was happening, what with all the blood and the hush-hush of the doctors and nurses that had reported being at the scene.

I only heard bits and snippets, but apparently a man had abused his daughter, Bridgette, and her brother, Donovan, after their mother died a few years ago. Bridgette's friend, probably boyfriend, Geoffrey Lewis, had run after her father after he threatened to kill them. Some of their other friends went too, and Bridgette was shot in the shoulder and had broken her wrist, Geoffrey had a minor concussion and minor bruising, and Duncan, a scary, punk looking fellow, had a stab wound in his shoulder from his own knife.

I checked myself in a mirror in the hallway, checking my frizzy, brown hair was in check, and tried not to seem as fat as I really was, before putting on a smile and stepping into Bridgette's room.

Bridgette had woken up earlier today. She was confused at first when she awoke, then said one thing to her brother.

"Adam?" She whispered. I assumed that was her father.

"They got him, Bridge. He's done." Her brother said with a smile and a small laugh.

Bridgette's eyes widened in shock, then lit up as she laughed. She winced as her shoulder was jostled by her laughter. Geoffrey, or Geoff as I heard Bridgette call him, laughed too. Then Bridgette winced in pain again as her shoulder wound opened up, causing me to send Geoff and her brother out of the room.

But, as I stepped in the room now, Geoff was sitting on the bed, behind Bridgette, his arms wrapped carefully under had arms and around her waist. Bridgette was leaned back against Geoff's shoulder, watching the movie on T.V. with half-lidded eyes.

They both jumped as I walked in, the both of them blushing madly, but not bothering to move.

"Hello, love-birds." I teased. "How are you feeling?"

"Hungry!" Bridgette's brother yelled from the corner of the room. I chuckled at his comment.

"Well, the lunch in the cafe is open now. Head on down there before the good stuff is gone."

"What good stuff?" He mumbled as he hopped up and headed towards the door.

"Donovan, manners." Bridgette chided from her bed, sounding like a mother. Donovan playfully rolled his eyes at his sister and headed out of the door. After a few moments of laughter, I returned to my original question.

"So, Bridgette, how are you feeling?"

"Better than after surgery. Kinda loopy like I haven't eaten for a day."

"You haven't eaten for a day. More like two actually, other than that popcorn." Geoff chimed in, leaning around Bridgette's head to stare at her.

"Oh... That makes sense." Bridgette chuckled.

"Do you want me to bring you some food?" I chimed, feeling like I was intruding on their flirty moment.

"Yes, please." Bridgette said as her stomach growled in agreement. I smiled and turned towards the door. I had my hand on the door knob, when it turned on it's own, and an intern opened the door, holding a bouquet of assorted flowers.

"For me? You shouldn't have!" I joked, taking the flowers. "Are these for Bridgette?"

"Yes ma'am." The intern mumbled, looking down shyly.

"Hey, I'll give her these. Can you go get Bridgette some food from the cafeteria for me?"

"Alright...''

I sighed at the shy girl, then went back in the room.

"Uhm, you DO know that we're people, not bunnies, right Talley?" Bridgette joked as she gestured at the flowers.

"An intern went to get your food. These are for you. I think there's a card in there."

Bridgette took the flowers and sniffed them, smiling at their sweet scent.
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Geoff took the flowers from her gently as she pulled out the card and opened it. Her smile instantly turned into a frown, and her eyes darkened. Then she glared up at me and snapped.

Bridgette's POV

"What kind of sick joke is this?" I whispered meanacingly, glaring at the card, then up at Nurse Talley.

"Excuse me?" Talley asked shocked.

"Who's sick joke was this?" I yelled, throwing the card down with my bad arm, opening the wound.

"Bridge-"

"GET OUT!" I roared.

"Bridgette! Calm down, babe." Geoff tried to soothe me, but then I started to cry.

"Let me handle her." Geoff reassured the puzzled nurse.

"But her shoulder-"

"It'll only take a minute. Trust me. I got this."

The nurse reluctantly shrugged, then headed out the door, not exactly closing it all the way. Geoff climbed out from behind me to grab the card that I'd thrown on the ground. The outside was nothing special, just my name on it, but the opening is what threw us off.

I hope your shoulder injury heals soon. I'll be praying. - Dad

"Dad?" He questioned, looking up at Me.

"Someones trying t-to play a joke on me a-and it i-isn't f-funny! T-They're trying to s-scare me into thinking it's A-Adam. W-Who d-do they th-think they a-are?" I hiccupped, sniffling.

"I don't know. Some sick bastard probably. I'm sorry, babe." Geoff said, walking over to her and hugging her good side gently. When I pulled back, I realized I had some blood on my hand.

"Your shoulder. We better patch that up." He chided, calling Nurse Talley into the room, who then shooed Geoff out.

"I'm so sorry, hun. I didn't know that was gonna happen. It won't happen again, trust me." She assured me.

"O-Okay." I sniffed, letting her undo my bandages and clean up the blood. When she was done, Geoff came back and sat next to me, holding my hand.

"I love you, Bridgette." He whispered, rubbing his thumb along the top of my hand as Tangled, my secret pleasure and favorite movie, came on the T.V..

"I love you too." I whispered back, squeezing his hand gently as I drifted off to sleep, pondering who could've sent that letter. Heather? Alejandro? Chris McClean? Who knows. I sure don't.

As I fell asleep, I felt a glimpse of a memory, one of me, Donovan, Mom, and Dad, my real dad, on the beach, swimming and playing and having a picnik. A tear slid down my face as I thought about my parents.

Mom. Dad. Wherever you guys are, I hope you make sure karma bites Adam in the butt...

I smiled as I drifted off, thinking of all the ways Adam was going to be punished for hurting me and Donovan, and how he would never hurt us again. It was finally over. We were going to be okay.

Hope you guys liked it (because I'm finishing and posting this at 3 am) :P I NEED FEEDBACK! Should I end it in the next few chapters or extend it to another series? Also, if I DO make another series, what should it be called? (I was thinking Concrete Devils or Steel Devils, but what do YOU think?) Make sure to VOTE ON MY PROFILE! Thanks so much guys!
~ Mik Mik