Not An Anverage Date Chapter Three :
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story They all belong to Disney, and any other company that owns 'In a Heartbeat. Please review! I never ever met the characters of IN A HEARTBEAT. Read on please! Not supposed to mean anyhing. FICTION people!
After school that same day Jamie went to check on Catie. He was worried. He knew her mom just came to pick her up from school and went back to work after she dropped Catie of back at her house. He was worried that someone could've got into her house and hurt her. Who would be doing this to her was beyond his thoughts. He wasn't thinking of that nwo. He was focused on her life being in danger. But, what he was MOST scared of was what if she in being tortured or something.
"I have to get there... fast, "he said out loud as he fastened on the motorcycle. He thought about all the good times he had with Catie at th movies before the murderer became into the picture. His body grew scared as more terrible thoughts entered his mind. What if it really was Jesse Williams? Or was she just really out-of-it?
Jamie finally pulled into her driveway. No lights. No dog in the yard. He was super worried now. He raced off the motorcycle. He was going so fast up the driveway that he had still had his bike helmet on. He was halfway up the porch stairs when he realized it, he unsnapped it and threw in by his motorcycle.
He banged on the door, "Catie! Open the door! It's Jamie! Catie! Catie!" Jamie yelled he moved over to the window seeing Catie laying on the couch inside. He calmed down a little bit. He leaned against the door, sighing in relief, still trying to catch his breath from running and worrying.
The dark haired teen opened the door, "Jamie! You're here!" She stepped out ont eh porch and flung her arms around his neck.
He giggled, "Why'd you answer the door?" He asked.
"Because, I knew it's be you." She said smileing.
"Yeah, but what if I was a masked murderer and stalker who came to kill you." He said, playfully, opening his eyes widely and tickling her. She laughing histarically.
"Stop..." She said, laughing so hard. "Haaaahaa!" He pushed her into the house and kicked the door shout with his foot. He pushed her onto the couch. There was soemthing sharp lying on the couch were she fell and it pricked her back. But, it didn't go all the way into gher back, but just enlough for it to bleed very, very bad.
"Ow! Stop!!" She said, seriously as she stopped laughing and tears welled in her eyes.
"What? Catie, I'm sorry, " he apoligized for what he didn't know what he did, "Catie, hun, what's wrong?"
She cried as she held her back, "Jamie, it hurts!"
"What's wrong, Baby? Is it your back?" He asked touching her hand as he leaned over the couch were she layed. He was leaning on his hand which was on the side of the couch.
She screamed in pain. He paniced terrible when he saw the blood gushing out of her back.
"Jamie, make it stop!" She held the blood on her back, it was now streaming down the side of the couch.
"Oh my Gosh, Catie! Baby, stop." It was coming true. His terrible dreams of what would happen to Catie. She closed her eyes but opened them back up.
"Jamie, that - that knife..." She began, "it wasn't here before." She was now holding the lapels of his leather jacket, getting them blood soaked.
"Oh my gosh, Catie. He's here. Jesse..." His voice trailed off. "Catie, we have to get you to the hospital." He said.
Jamie picked her up, careful not to hurt her. She was crying uncontrolably.
He went towards the back door, but it was now locked. He went through the house to the front door. Locked.
"Catie, are there any more doors?" Jamie asked, parying there was.
Catie shook her head. "No. There isn't." She swallowed. She seemed a little bit better.
"Well, then we have to get this cut cleaned up ourselves and find a way out of here." Jamie said setting her down on the kitchen floor.
Jamie picked up a pink towel and put it under water. He cleaned the cut up off of her back, the cut wasn't that big and not deep at all. All of the blood, he cleaned up.
The house looked just as clean as it did before.
"Thank you, Jamie." Catie said a little later.
"No problem. But Catie, the person whose doing this must've put that knife there and they locked the doors and we have to get out of here." But right when Jamie said that a large ound came from the cellar and made Catie dive onto Jamie.
"We have to go down there.." She said trembling.
SORRY I DID THIS! I'LL WRITE MORE SOON! I PROMISE IT WON'T TAKE AS LONG AS IT DID TO GET THIS CHAPTER OUT! I SWEAR! SORRY SOO MUCH!
*~Sarah~*
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story They all belong to Disney, and any other company that owns 'In a Heartbeat. Please review! I never ever met the characters of IN A HEARTBEAT. Read on please! Not supposed to mean anyhing. FICTION people!
After school that same day Jamie went to check on Catie. He was worried. He knew her mom just came to pick her up from school and went back to work after she dropped Catie of back at her house. He was worried that someone could've got into her house and hurt her. Who would be doing this to her was beyond his thoughts. He wasn't thinking of that nwo. He was focused on her life being in danger. But, what he was MOST scared of was what if she in being tortured or something.
"I have to get there... fast, "he said out loud as he fastened on the motorcycle. He thought about all the good times he had with Catie at th movies before the murderer became into the picture. His body grew scared as more terrible thoughts entered his mind. What if it really was Jesse Williams? Or was she just really out-of-it?
Jamie finally pulled into her driveway. No lights. No dog in the yard. He was super worried now. He raced off the motorcycle. He was going so fast up the driveway that he had still had his bike helmet on. He was halfway up the porch stairs when he realized it, he unsnapped it and threw in by his motorcycle.
He banged on the door, "Catie! Open the door! It's Jamie! Catie! Catie!" Jamie yelled he moved over to the window seeing Catie laying on the couch inside. He calmed down a little bit. He leaned against the door, sighing in relief, still trying to catch his breath from running and worrying.
The dark haired teen opened the door, "Jamie! You're here!" She stepped out ont eh porch and flung her arms around his neck.
He giggled, "Why'd you answer the door?" He asked.
"Because, I knew it's be you." She said smileing.
"Yeah, but what if I was a masked murderer and stalker who came to kill you." He said, playfully, opening his eyes widely and tickling her. She laughing histarically.
"Stop..." She said, laughing so hard. "Haaaahaa!" He pushed her into the house and kicked the door shout with his foot. He pushed her onto the couch. There was soemthing sharp lying on the couch were she fell and it pricked her back. But, it didn't go all the way into gher back, but just enlough for it to bleed very, very bad.
"Ow! Stop!!" She said, seriously as she stopped laughing and tears welled in her eyes.
"What? Catie, I'm sorry, " he apoligized for what he didn't know what he did, "Catie, hun, what's wrong?"
She cried as she held her back, "Jamie, it hurts!"
"What's wrong, Baby? Is it your back?" He asked touching her hand as he leaned over the couch were she layed. He was leaning on his hand which was on the side of the couch.
She screamed in pain. He paniced terrible when he saw the blood gushing out of her back.
"Jamie, make it stop!" She held the blood on her back, it was now streaming down the side of the couch.
"Oh my Gosh, Catie! Baby, stop." It was coming true. His terrible dreams of what would happen to Catie. She closed her eyes but opened them back up.
"Jamie, that - that knife..." She began, "it wasn't here before." She was now holding the lapels of his leather jacket, getting them blood soaked.
"Oh my gosh, Catie. He's here. Jesse..." His voice trailed off. "Catie, we have to get you to the hospital." He said.
Jamie picked her up, careful not to hurt her. She was crying uncontrolably.
He went towards the back door, but it was now locked. He went through the house to the front door. Locked.
"Catie, are there any more doors?" Jamie asked, parying there was.
Catie shook her head. "No. There isn't." She swallowed. She seemed a little bit better.
"Well, then we have to get this cut cleaned up ourselves and find a way out of here." Jamie said setting her down on the kitchen floor.
Jamie picked up a pink towel and put it under water. He cleaned the cut up off of her back, the cut wasn't that big and not deep at all. All of the blood, he cleaned up.
The house looked just as clean as it did before.
"Thank you, Jamie." Catie said a little later.
"No problem. But Catie, the person whose doing this must've put that knife there and they locked the doors and we have to get out of here." But right when Jamie said that a large ound came from the cellar and made Catie dive onto Jamie.
"We have to go down there.." She said trembling.
SORRY I DID THIS! I'LL WRITE MORE SOON! I PROMISE IT WON'T TAKE AS LONG AS IT DID TO GET THIS CHAPTER OUT! I SWEAR! SORRY SOO MUCH!
*~Sarah~*